Chapter 213: Changing Perception, Token Horn

The three of them arrived at the villa that the Trial Council had arranged for Leng Qing in the ancient capital. Bai Mo then closed his eyes and carefully felt his current state.

To be honest, he had a very strong sense of disconnection. In his mind, he still believed that he was very powerful, but his body was weak and he couldn't even feel the magic energy.

The consciousness sank into the boundless darkness and came to the spiritual world. Four galaxies surrounded the divine light from top to bottom and left to right.

At a glance, he found that the divine light was still the same, but when he wanted to sink into it, he was repelled.

Bai Mo probably wanted to absorb pure energy like the Galaxy Vein, which might also be related to his current state.

His attention turned to his own magic department.

The silver space galaxy, the moonlit summoning galaxy, and the sound galaxy made of musical notes all dimmed, like a dead starry sky.

A thick layer of gray fog enveloped the three galaxies, making it difficult for him to transmit his thoughts into them. He could neither mobilize the stars nor the magic power.

This was expected. The presence of God seemed to be related to the laws of dimension. At that moment, Bai Mo really felt that the laws of dimension were within his control.

Recalling the memories he had forgotten when he traveled through time, Bai Mo vaguely guessed that his so-called divine presence might be to allow him to master the corresponding laws or part of the power of the laws within a certain period of time.

Therefore, the soul will change after each use. After all, his current soul is not strong. How can he withstand the coming of the law? It is like a child playing with a sword. Even if he is very powerful, he will be exhausted and may even hurt his body.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that each time he was in a spiritual state, his state could not be considered long-lasting.

The summoning system cannot be used, which means that the wind spirit cannot come out. Daju is breaking out of his deep sleep, so it’s okay.

Bai Mo turned his attention to the Wind System, which looked normal.

He opened his eyes and raised his hands, wisps of pale white wind swirled around his fingertips.

He pointed his hand out of the window, and the wind instantly turned into sword energy, breaking the air flow and leaving a thin sword mark on the tree outside the window.

This is the power that can only be exerted by the wind without spiritual seeds. Just like last time, after the arrival of the gods, his soul was affected, and the power of the only magic he could still use was greatly reduced.

"How are you doing now?"

Ding Yumian asked, with fatigue between her brows, but she was still staring at him closely. Leng Qing did the same. When Bai Mo closed his eyes and felt himself just now, she had already learned about Bai Mo's general condition from Ding Yumian.

But this time was very different from the one Ding Yumian mentioned. There were two more systems activated, and there were also changes in cultivation and spiritual realm.

"Sound, Summoning, and Space magics are temporarily unusable. Wind and Earth magics are becoming less powerful, just like last time."

Bai Mo said calmly, "Also, I feel a little sleepy and want to sleep."

He glanced at the two of them. According to his usual thoughts, since Ding Yumian has temporarily subdued the ancient king armor, he must want to ask about the situation.

There is also the question of whether the ancient king has any valuable relics. The word "ancient capital" is enough to show the heritage of this place.

But now he had no interest in these things. He just lay on the sofa and closed his eyes. "Yu Mian, check my soul for me and tell me when I wake up."

After saying this, he had no intention of resisting the sleepiness and fell asleep easily.

Ding Yumian and Leng Qing looked at each other helplessly, "It was the same after his last state, but it seems to be more serious this time."

"Well, let's check it quickly." Leng Qing nodded slightly. She herself also practiced the spiritual system, so she could naturally feel it. At this moment, Bai Mo's mental fluctuations could only be said to be absent.

As long as it is a life, as long as it has a soul, there will be mental fluctuations. Even a tree that is suddenly attacked will react with a faint resentment, let alone a human being.

Therefore, any psychic mage with a higher level of cultivation would notice that Bai Mo’s current condition is abnormal.

Ding Yumian walked over to sit beside Bai Mo, lifted his upper body, placed it on her knees, and placed her palms on his forehead.

A soul force directly left the body and came into Bai Mo's body along the contact of the limbs. He took a look at the dim galaxy. The gray mist was a manifestation of the soul chaos.

As she continued to dive deeper, she felt Bai Mo's soul. This soul was much stronger and more complete than before, but it was more chaotic than before. This chaos was not man-made.

Now that she is even more powerful, she extends her soul power to try to stabilize Zhehong's chaos, but finds that a force stops her.

Frowning, Ding Yumian felt that the power was far stronger than her own talent of suffering. It was the same feeling that made her feel the power of suffering was suppressed when they first met.

She did not try to fight against this force, but began to examine Bai Mo's soul condition and infer the possible impact of this soul turmoil and chaos.

As an expert in this field, Ding Yumian knows that the soul is special and every change in it has a different impact.

It’s just that every time Bai Mo’s soul changes, it’s too sudden, and the overall manifestation is loss of emotion, while other accompanying symptoms have not yet appeared.

The last time it was relatively mild, and the side symptoms might not have been obvious, so they did not show up. This time the soul confusion is on a large scale, so the side symptoms will definitely appear.

That's why she needed to infer this symptom so that she could deal with it at the time.

At the same time, through the speed of his soul's self-recovery, Ding Yumian can also judge how long it will take for him to fully recover.

Opening his eyes again, Ding Yumian looked at Leng Qing who was watching him on the sofa nearby.

"His symptoms this time are more serious, and it is estimated that he will need about three months to recover. At the same time, the confusion of the soul has some side effects."

"What impact?" Leng Qing asked.

"His memory may change at a certain point in time due to the self-regulation of his soul. For example, he may not recognize you or me, or he may not know who he is at all. In short, he may suddenly lose a part of his memory, and then recover it after the self-regulation of his soul."

"Temporary amnesia?"

Leng Qing's eyes moved slightly. This was not a big problem, but she needed to keep an eye on him all the time. She also knew Bai Mo in the past, and he was different from now.

"Anything else?"

"Yes." Ding Yumian pursed her lips. "His soul is very confused now. In addition to the indifference that just appeared, the influence of this confusion will have a little effect every time his confused soul recovers. This accumulation of influences may cause his self-cognition to change at a certain point in time, and he may do something that we can't imagine."

"In normal times, the effect is mainly sleepiness."

Hearing this, Leng Qing frowned and glanced at Bai Mo who was sleeping quietly, "Looks like we have to keep an eye on him!"

Changes in self-perception can be big or small.

In the worst case, if he thought he was a big devil who brought disaster to the world and took action, it would be bad for Bai Mo's current reputation.

"Yeah!" Ding Yumian's eyes flickered and he nodded heavily.

"I have to stay in the ancient capital to arrest the Black Church. Three months is just right. You should stay with me so that I can take care of you."

Leng Qing pondered for a moment, then continued, "I will tell that old man Han Ji about his condition and ask them to give him some compensation. If we just say it's talent, it will inevitably arouse fear."

"Okay." Ding Yumian also nodded, agreeing with Leng Qing's words.

She had no intention of leaving the ancient capital during this period. Bai Mo's divine state had been seen by too many people, and she didn't know if he had any plans.

But no matter what, just in case, if she stays in the ancient capital, she will be able to better protect Bai Mo.

Although the evil body cannot fully control the power of the ancient king's armor now, it is still no problem for him to pose a threat.

The night is dark.

The empty villa was brightly lit. Leng Qing was handling the affairs of the trial council remotely, while Ding Yumian was practicing.

One could see wisps of blood-ink gas flying out of her body uncontrollably and then quickly taken back by her.

A pair of bright and indifferent eyes opened, and Bai Mo sat up on the sofa, feeling a little sore in his back, but he remained indifferent.

He glanced at the interior of the house, which was decorated in a classical Chinese style. The bright light made him squint his eyes, and then he looked at Leng Qing who was busy and asked:

"How long have I slept?"

"One whole day." Leng Qing looked up and said, "Do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I'll do it myself." Bai Mo said, "What's wrong with my soul?"

Leng Qing repeated Ding Yumian's words word for word.

"That's fine. As long as you keep an eye on me during this period and don't let some idle people challenge me, there shouldn't be any problems."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, and reviewed his situation in his mind. Then he said, "I'm going out to buy some things."

"I'll go with you." Leng Qing stood up immediately.

With a slight nod, the two went to the ancient capital auction house after dinner.

There were no casualties or damage in the inner city, so even after the undead army retreated, there was still a lot of traffic here.

No one recognized Bai Mo. For his safety, Han Ji and others kept the matter secret.

Arriving at the ancient capital auction house, Bai Mo first bought a Galaxy Vein. After absorbing it in front of Leng Qing, he found that the divine light had conveyed to him the information he needed for the first time, so he participated in several auctions where the Galaxy Vein was being auctioned.

After feeding Shen Guang ten pieces of Galaxy Veins in total, Bai Mo no longer felt any unusual movements from it.

Because he didn't have enough money, Bai Mo also sold a commander-level soul essence.

Leng Qing watched the whole process but didn't say anything. In her opinion, Bai Mo was probably accumulating energy for the next time he looked like that.

Ten galaxy veins! Leng Qing's eyes moved. One billion yuan of funds is a large sum no matter where it is placed. She has not had time to tell Han Ji and others the price of Bai Mo's state.

Now it seems that we can add this as well. After all, there are traces of it. We can add a little more of the Galaxy Veins, and then mention that the turbulence of the soul will lead to ruthless actions and sleepiness. I believe this can also give an explanation to those who have ulterior motives.

In fact, with Bai Mo's current achievements, it doesn't matter if he doesn't explain. Even if there is such a person, many people can't get past Han Ji, but Leng Qing likes to nip trouble in the bud.

Just as the two walked out of the auction hall and were about to go back, they suddenly heard a shout coming from nearby.

"Sister Qing, I didn't expect to see you here."

The two stopped and looked to the left in the direction of the sound, and saw a young man wearing a casual windbreaker, black glasses, and a beret. He was dressed quite elegantly and walked over.

The young man had a handsome face that was somewhat feminine and melancholy. He came up to the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Sister Qing, long time no see. I was transferred here by the Ancient Capital Trial Council to carry out a mission. I didn't expect you to be here too."

When the young man talked about being transferred here, a bit of arrogance appeared on his face. When he said the latter part, he looked at Leng Qing with burning eyes. His face seemed to show the respect of a younger generation for an elder, but the admiration in his eyes was visible to everyone.

Some passers-by around looked at each other in surprise when they heard the word "judgment meeting".

"You are... Mu Feng, you are the Judge?"

Leng Qing pondered for a moment, and then she remembered who the person in front of her was. He was a judge she had led before, and he seemed to be from the Mu family in the imperial capital.

"No, Sister Qing, I have become the Inspector now." Mu Feng smiled with a bit of arrogance. The Inspector is a supervisory agency within the Tribunal, and it is more difficult to do than the Judge.

After saying that, he looked at Leng Qing and said, "Sister Qing, how about we have a meal together as a token of my gratitude for your previous teachings?"

The possessive love and admiration in their eyes were no longer concealed, and everyone present looked at them with blessings on their faces. The Inspector and the Judge were a match made in heaven.

"Call me Leng Qing, or the Judge."

Leng Qing frowned and her voice became formal. When she was with Mu Feng, she realized that this man was a playboy and now he was even setting his sights on her.

"Since you have been transferred here to monitor the case handled by the Ancient Capital Court, do your job well. I still have a lot of things to deal with."

"Hey, Leng Qing, we can deal with things while eating. This is your brother, right?" Mu Feng said, and his eyes fell on Bai Mo who had been watching indifferently on the side.

"Just think of it as me treating your brother to a meal. Let's get to know each other, young people."

"No need, I can afford to eat." Bai Mo said lightly, he held Leng Qing's hand, "She is my girlfriend, if you are not satisfied, you can hold it in."

After Bai Mo finished speaking, he calmly took Leng Qing away.

"Puchi." A waiter who was cleaning nearby couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Feng glared at him, all the humiliation he felt at that moment surged out.

"I'm not laughing." The waiter said seriously.

"Call your auction house manager!"

"I am. I am still the boss behind the scenes. What do you want?"

Leng Qing and Bai Mo walked side by side, and Leng Qing looked at Bai Mo's expression as they walked.

"Didn't Yumian say that you have no feelings now?"

"That won't let you be entangled with that guy, and I really don't want to have dinner with him." Bai Mo said.

"He is from the Mu family in the imperial capital. He used to be a judge. I taught him for a while."

"Oh" Bai Mo nodded slightly. The Mu family in the imperial capital had never heard of this person. It seemed that he was here to settle the matter of Mu He.

As a member of the Mu family's branch, Mu He is actually the Grand Deacon of the Black Church, Hu Jin. It is hard not to suspect the Mu family.

Obviously, the Mu family was well-informed and sent people to deal with the matter immediately.

This time he only made enemies with Mu Feng. It is hard to say whether he would offend the Mu family. After all, the people in this family have damaged their brains by practicing ice-cold practice.

He is not afraid of the Mu family, but he has a family behind him. More importantly, if the Bai family wants to go one step further and transform from a noble family into an aristocratic clan, they will inevitably have to confront aristocratic clans like the Mu family.

After finishing these thoughts, Bai Mo began to think about his own situation. These three months cannot be a complete idle period for him.

Now that my control over the earth element has improved, I’ll practice the earth element well, as well as the pair of mind-trapping glasses given to me by Dean Xiao.

You can wear it again.

After a week without any incidents, Bai Mo discovered that his sleepiness did not seem to have a fixed period. Once, he slept for a whole day and night.

Han Ji knew that Bai Mo had been in a bad state recently, so he chose a time when he was free to visit him.

"This time I'm mainly here to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the ancient capital." Han Ji stated his purpose straight away.

"Got it. Tell me what treasures you have. I have very high standards." Bai Mo shook his head and spoke slowly, then raised his hand to pour a glass of water for Han Ji.

"There isn't much else in the ancient capital, but there are many corpses of the undead and magic tools made of them. I have chosen a high-quality set for you." Han Ji said.

"Just change it. We in the Bai family have no shortage of magic tools," Bai Mo said expressionlessly. If he was in normal condition, he might have taken a look, but he is not like that now.

Han Ji was not surprised by this, nor was he angry at his attitude. After all, it was for the ancient capital.

He brought a lot of things this time, and he originally wanted Bai Mo to choose. After thinking about it, Han Ji took out a crystal clear stone with a silver glow.

"Yanta is a holy place for cultivation in the ancient capital. There is also a space-receiving array on the top of the tower, which is used to receive the space-time energy outside the sky square mirror. This is a dimensional stone condensed from space-time energy, which should be useful to you."

Bai Mo took a look at the dimensional stone, which was only the size of a thumb, but he could indeed feel the majestic spatial energy. He put it away silently and nodded slightly.

"That's enough."

Hearing this, Han Ji shook his head. Thinking of Leng Qing saying that Bai Mo's state required twenty-one galaxy veins to activate, he felt that this kid was still too naive. This time, it took five years to condense one Yuanshi, which was not very rare.

But thinking about Bai Mo buying ten Galaxy Veins in the ancient capital with a wave of his hand, he was not sure what to give. Some things that could be bought with money felt that Bai Mo would not be able to use them at all, and they did not represent the ancient capital's intentions.

"To be honest, we don't know what you need. All Gudu can bring you is the support of millions of people, but that's too empty."

Han Ji sighed slightly. Mo Fan had someone's instructions to let it grow wildly, but Bai Mo didn't say anything, so he had to ask him in person.

"Bai Mo, if you need something now, just tell me. If Gudu has it, I will definitely send it to you."

Hearing this, Bai Mo was not polite. The growth of every powerful wizard is always supported by powerful forces behind him. Only when there is give and take, the relationship will become closer.

Therefore, he said bluntly: "Is there a method that can increase the contract space or the dimensional summoning position, Mr. Han, you also know my talent."

"We thought about this for you right away."

Han Ji smiled bitterly upon hearing this, and continued, "Unfortunately, there is no such method or tool in the ancient capital now. Things with such effects are often made by some great summoners with the same talent. Such summoners are really too scarce."

"Are there any mind stones?"

"No." Han Ji shook his head helplessly. Before coming here, he knew that Bai Mo would ask about these two things. Unfortunately, the Mind Stone has long been a rare treasure. The market price is tens of billions, but even if there are tens of billions, it may not be sold. The last one in the ancient capital has already been used by someone.

Bai Mo thought about it and didn't ask about the dilution of the treasures. He remembered that when he collected the souls of the dead, the capacity of the soul container had reached its upper limit.

I think every ghost vessel has an upper limit, but totem vessels do not have this problem. However, totem vessels are not so easy to obtain.

It would take great luck and great opportunity, so he said, "I'm looking for a totem. Do you have any clues about this?"

Han Ji nodded slightly. After knowing that Bai Mo was a totem guardian, he brought things related to totems from the ancient capital.

Many of them are said to be related to totems. Han Ji is not a historian and does not know much about this. Totems are things from thousands of years ago and the ancient capital only has two of them. He took out the two things hidden deep in the ancient capital.

One is a bronze token with a strange pattern, which looks like scales of something at first glance, and the other is a scimitar-shaped horn, which makes people wonder if it was something used by someone in ancient times to hold water for drinking.

"More than a year ago, there was also a person who was keen on finding totems and came to borrow these two things from me to look at."

Han Ji paused, then continued, "This token is said to be from the pre-Qin period. Sometimes it flickers for some reason. And this horn is a bull's horn, and it is said to be a relic of a forbidden spell caster from a thousand years ago."

After summarizing the origins of the two totems-related items, Han Ji waved his hand again, and a pile of information appeared on the coffee table.

"This is the specific record of these two things in our ancient capital, as well as some speculations and arguments. You can take a look at them."

"These are enough." Bai Mo nodded slightly.

After expressing his gratitude, Han Ji looked around and directly condensed an isolation barrier with magic power.

He glanced at Ding Yumian who was sitting on the side, and asked quietly, "The figure on the corpse on the mountain that day always seemed familiar to me."

Blinking his eyes, Bai Mo forced a knowing smile on his face. He did not respond to this sentence, but said calmly:

"Some undead are born bloodthirsty and violent. It is difficult for them to obey the orders of the ancient king."

"Ancient capitals also need the dead." Han Ji didn't care and smiled, "Especially near the Qinling Mountains."

"Well, it would be better for Mr. Han to discuss these arrangements with the Magic Association." Bai Mo nodded slightly and picked up a book about these two things to read.

With a slight smile, Han Ji stood up and said, "I'm leaving first. You should stay well in the ancient capital. No one will disturb you."

Bai Mo watched him leave, and then continued to flip through the information in his hand. Although the token looked like the scales of some creature, according to the information, it was actually made of the nails of some creature.

There are delicate and complex patterns on it, and there are also rubbings on the materials. Bai Mo guessed that it should be the totem pattern of this totem, but it seems that the rubbing is not complete, and it seems that the nails on the hands are not complete.

"See if you can take a picture with Bai Ze's Picture of Hundred Beasts?" Bai Mo gestured to Ding Yumian, who was sitting quietly on the side and also picked up a book and opened it, and handed the token and animal horn on the table to Ding Yumian.

Nodding slightly, Ding Yumian said, "Sister Leng Qing said that she called Lingling over to look after you."

"No need. I haven't had any special reaction these days." Bai Mo didn't want to be taken care of by a primary school student.

Ding Yumian didn't say anything else, but just lifted up the Bai Ze pendant around her neck, and then saw a crystal beam of light scattered on the animal horns on the table in front of her.

There was no response. The two were not anxious. They just watched quietly as the light continued to hit the animal's horns. After waiting for half an hour, there was still no response.

The room was silent, with only two people like wooden sculptures sitting quietly, looking at an animal horn on the table, looking a little silly.

"It seems to be ineffective, or the owner of this horn is still alive."

Bai Mo said calmly, pointing to the token with an inscription on the front, "Try this."

"Okay." Nodding, Ding Yumian retracted the light that was directed at the beast's horns and dropped it on the token.

This time, within a minute, the token and the suspended totem device responded. A star-like light flashed on the token, and the Bai Ze totem device turned into the size of an ordinary LCD TV.

In the hazy light, a dark sky appeared, but it was only a dark sky, so dark that nothing could be seen.

Suddenly, in the middle of the dark sky, four or five stars appeared shining, forming a ladder-like shape, and then emitting brilliance!

The dazzling starlight instantly illuminates the entire dark sky, and the glittering starlight weaves into a huge face that can fill the entire sky.

The face looked like a cat, but also something between a bear and a dog. Before the two could take a closer look, they saw the face made of starlight suddenly fall downwards.

The bright starlight almost brought the dawn to the earth, and the same light almost covered the entire visible part of the scroll.

When the light faded, a towering city gate appeared before the two men, with flags fluttering on the city walls.

The picture suddenly disappeared here. Ding Yumian and Bai Mo looked at each other and said softly, "This token is really made of a body part of a totem."

"Yeah." Bai Mo nodded, took out a piece of white paper and hastily drew the beast face made of starlight.

Finally finding the difference too great, he threw it away again, still wondering what that thing was.

"This token should be related to the city gate. It could be a city gate order or something else." Ding Yumian said softly, and then said, "I just took a picture of the inscription on the front and showed it to Lingling."

"What does Lingling say?"

"This word is pronounced 'di' and is often used to refer to an ancient human tribe. It may also be the name of that city gate." Ding Yumian repeated Lingling's words.

"It is also possible that this totem is called Di." Bai Mo made a wild guess.

"possible."

Bai Mo continued to pick up a book and read it. Although it was not data, it could also be said to be the research notes of predecessors who were interested in totems, as well as some annotations derived from certain books and sentences.

In short, they are not very systematic, and there are not many things that are truly related to this token and the animal horn.

"What does your evil body look like now?" Bai Mo asked while searching through the information.

"My will has triumphed, and my evil body will not be possessed by the remnant spirit of the ancient king for the time being."

Ding Yumian also took a book and helped him find useful information.

"temporary?"

"Well, the power contained in the ancient king's armor is too strong. With my current mental state, I cannot control it. Although I blocked its first attempt to devour my soul, it is still using the power of the armor to erode me."

"With my current cultivation, I can only keep fighting it. When the forbidden spell is cast, I will be able to completely master the power of the armor. Now the evil body can only sit on the ancient king's throne and fight against it secretly."

Ding Yumian gave a general account of the evil god's situation. Bai Mo nodded slightly after listening. It was not much different from what he had expected.

"What is your current spiritual cultivation level?"

"Just reached level three." In front of Bai Mo, Ding Yumian had nothing to hide and said directly.

Bai Mo was not surprised by this, but just in case, he still said, "If you can't stop it, can you abandon your incarnation? What will happen if you abandon it?"

"You can discard it. The incarnation is condensed from my evil source of life. I can control it and dissipate it. After discarding the evil body, the armor will become what we saw when we first entered the mausoleum."

Ding Yumian finished speaking slowly, and then looked at Bai Mo, "There are many good things in the ancient palace of the dead king, which may be helpful to you, especially the wind on the bridge of life and death."

Hearing this, Bai Mo nodded slightly. He also felt that since he was an emperor after all, it was impossible for him to not have some treasures. Even if he didn't, the entire ancient capital's land of the dead was so vast and had so many layers upon layers. Wouldn't his ancestors have been buried with such treasures after their death?

He doesn't know where these things are, but the undead should know, right?

But he was not in good condition now, so it would be better for him to stay calm. So he said, "Let's go when I get better."

The house was brightly lit. Bai Mo was playing with the animal horn. According to the information Han Ji brought, it was the horn of some kind of bovine monster.

As for which great wizard of the sound system he was, the record is brief, and there is no record of the function of this horn.

Perhaps even the sound mage didn't discover its function, so he kept it. However, one thing is that it is difficult to be damaged by swords and knives. Even the fire and thunder of the forging mage are helpless.

It is for this reason that this horn, which looks like a biscuit that is hard to bite, has been preserved to this day.

It’s a pity that his own sound system has been blocked, otherwise he would also like to try whether his own sound system can work.

People play various roles in this world, and more or less they all think that they are special.

(End of this chapter)