Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

After a little incident, Mo Xie suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. Based on his understanding of Asha Ruya, she should have been a mature and sophisticated woman.

Although she has a cunning and shrewd personality like a fox, she shouldn't be acting like a jealous little girl like this.

Sister, you're supposed to be a holy and noble saintess, you need to maintain that image...

As you continue forward, you find yourself on a jade platform that gradually narrows, with both sides suddenly turning into empty darkness, giving you the feeling of gradually descending a slope towards a cliff.

They found themselves in a pitch-black void, behind which lay an empty, dark abyss, with howling black winds swirling around, threatening to sweep anyone who got too close into the abyss.

A fierce black wind howled, as if a million black scythes were hanging densely overhead and on both sides.
"Huff huff huff~~~"

The black gale howled and swirled incessantly on both sides of the stone platform cliff, as if anyone who strayed even slightly from the ground would be swept into the abyss.

"The eerie wind here is very strange, it's like...like a kind of wind element, could it be a wind seed?!"

After sensing it for a moment, Asha'ruya was startled and came to this conclusion.

Mo Xie nodded in agreement. He too sensed a strong aura of wind element, which was extremely similar to the wind element and even more powerful.

Upon hearing this, Jiuyou smiled slightly, and then explained solemnly.

"This wind-element celestial seed is one of the treasures in the treasury of the six kingdoms. No one has been able to gain its recognition before. If Your Majesty awakens the power of the wind element in the future, you may take it for yourself."

"A wind-elemental celestial seed?!"

Asha Ruya was startled. She hadn't expected that the howling wind in this strange space was actually caused by a wind seed, and an extremely rare and precious one at that.

In modern times, if news were to spread that a celestial being exists in a certain place, countless forces and powerful individuals would surely flock there!

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie's eyes lit up. If it really was a wind-type celestial seed, things would be much easier. He had been struggling with what element to awaken after reaching the super-level, but now wind-type was one of his targets.

He looked into the darkness ahead and saw an arched bridge suddenly appear at the end of the stone platform cliff. He didn't know why he couldn't see these white, fluttering arched bridges when he walked over earlier!

The arch bridge is not the kind of small bridge over a stream, but a magnificent and imposing flying arch bridge. Its gray-white bridge body is like a dragon soaring and disappearing into the deeper darkness.

There are ten arched bridges in total, stretching as far as the eye can see. Although the deadly winds lash out like scythes, the arched bridges seem unaffected by this force.

This is the cycle of reincarnation that the Nine Netherworld Queen spoke of, and it is also the legendary Bridge of Nine Deaths and One Life!

As my thoughts drifted to this point, the Bridge of Nine Deaths and One Life suddenly began to crumble, as if an illusion had been shattered and scattered into the darkness, leaving only a real jade-white arched bridge in the end.

Seeing this, Moye strode forward without hesitation. After passing the Cycle of Reincarnation, the altar should be the location of the Blood Throne, and the Evil Dragon Armor was on the Blood Throne.

Jiuyou stayed behind Moxie the whole time, her beautiful eyes reflecting his handsome profile. A hint of fanaticism and worship welled up in her eyes. The thought of her king's imminent return made her breath catch in her throat, and she even wanted to kneel down at his feet!
After traversing the cycle of reincarnation, the group finally arrived at the altar.

The altar was hidden in endless darkness, like a stone mountain that had been floating in the cold, ancient, and dark universe for who knows how many years. The altar was generally shaped like an ice crown, and the stone steps below were enormous, several times taller than a person. The steps were not meant for people to climb, but rather for gods and giants to ascend.

From a distance, red silk ribbons can be seen hanging down from the altar, in bunches, distributed at the corners of each giant staircase.

However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that the red, cascading substance was not silk at all, but rather a blood-red waterfall of viscous liquid.

The sharp edges were shaped into a dragon's skull, and a waterfall of blood gushed from the ferocious dragon's mouth, cascading down high with a thunderous roar like a waterfall.

The dragon spouting water on this altar is chilling; it's hard to tell whether it's red liquid or real blood... blood that's still flowing after more than two thousand years.

Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in Mo Xie's mind, as if guiding him toward the top of the altar, where something bewitched him.

Seeing Mo Xie step onto the steps and walk up to the altar, Asha Ruya wanted to follow, but was pulled back by Jiuyouhou.

Asha'ruya originally wanted to question why she wasn't allowed to go over, but when she saw Jiu You's serious and solemn expression, she swallowed her words.

After Jiuyou grabbed Asha's slender arm, her pretty face was full of seriousness and solemnity. She looked at the tall figure moving forward and murmured softly.

"Watch closely, you will witness the return of an emperor!"

Upon hearing this, Asha's pupils contracted, and she stared in shock at Mo Xie's receding figure. A strange feeling arose in her heart, as if... she felt that her little brother Mo Xie had changed a bit.

Mom, what should I do? My little brother seems to be involved in a terrible conflict...

As you slowly ascend the long stone steps, the entire altar begins to shrink in size, becoming narrower as you go higher, until it gradually shrinks to the point where a person can take a single step.

Mo Xie stepped onto it, his gaze fixed on the top of the altar, which was covered in white jade. Sure enough, there was a huge piece of jade in the very center!

The jade is blood red, crystal clear, with sharp edges, looking like countless swords stuck upside down, forming an imposing throne... and this is the Blood Throne!

Mo Xie walked up step by step, and suddenly he had a very strange feeling. He had already seen the domineering and divine Blood Throne, but for some reason, his first reaction was that the position originally belonged to him.

More than two thousand years ago, sitting in this position was an emperor of great talent and ambition, who single-handedly propelled the historical development of the Chinese land.

Two thousand years later, Mo Xie found himself standing before this majestic and imposing throne, which seemed to be composed of countless inverted swords, and his mind was somewhat dazed.

At the same time, fragments of memories flashed through my mind, vaguely intertwining to form a memory.

I felt as if I were in ancient times. I walked through a bustling street and came to a courtyard. After opening the gate, I saw a beautiful white figure.

[Little Xie, you're back!] (End of Chapter)