High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 577 - 403: Golden Giant, Ye Family Ancestral Precept

Especially the Eighth Floor, if it weren’t for Su Mu recently mastering the Immortal Power and risking everything to severely wound the Ye Family ancestor, he probably wouldn’t have been able to pass this Eighth Floor.

"It’s truly a test left by the Ye Family ancestor. If Junlin Pavilion’s challenges are always like this, then I’ve underestimated the monstrous beings of this world."

"To pass the Eighth Floor, perhaps people like Huangfu Tian can also beco future allies against calamities."

Su Mu thought to himself. At this mont, he was unaware that starting from the Second Floor, the challenges he faced were no longer the normal tests of Junlin Pavilion.

But rather a life-and-death battle with soone who was once a Martial Saint, indeed one of the first human Martial Saints, even at the sa realm, a Martial Saint’s power can easily crush those at the sa level, or even kill strong enemies across Great Realms.

The difficulty here is worlds apart, not just tenfold!

But the Ye Family ancestor t Su Mu, this monster.

With thoughts racing, Su Mu took a deep breath and stepped onto the golden staircase.

Buzz!

As Su Mu landed on the First Floor’s step, the Sea of Ti went berserk, and beneath the stairs ford a giant counter-clockwise ti vortex.

Huh?

At this mont, Su Mu felt the strength within him starting to drain.

Indeed, it was draining, not rely sealed, and the process seed natural, everything falling into place.

Su Mu extended his right hand, golden ti power flowed across his fingertips, and his skin, once like jade marrow, dimd slightly.

A thought crossed his mind.

Su Mu attempted to activate his superpower’s Basic Ti Flow Speed, and imdiately a different ti force erged from under his feet, slightly differing from that of Junlin Pavilion.

The Ti Stopwatch ford.

[Target: Self]

[Range: One ter]

[Ti: Slow down]

[Flow Speed: Forty-eight tis]

[Duration: Four hours]

Su Mu glanced around, feeling sowhat surprised.

Before entering Junlin Pavilion, he activated his superpower once on the train, the limit then was thirty-six tis.

And now the ti multiplier he could control increased from thirty-six tis to forty-eight tis, the ability to control the ti multiplier is related to the strength of spiritual power.

Even if his spiritual power hasn’t increased by a third, it’s still incredibly impressive.

And such a monuntal gain ca rely from entering Junlin Pavilion and battling the Ye Family ancestor, plus gaining insight into the spiritual power imprint prototype.

"Indeed, there’s great fortune between life and death!"

After muttering this, the Ti Stopwatch activated, and after the ti forces clashed, Su Mu’s sensation beca clearer.

"The ti power on this staircase isn’t a re acceleration, nor a simple slowdown... it’s ti reversal!"

To validate his theory, Su Mu took another step, landing on the second step.

Imdiately, his inner strength drained even more severely, the newly mastered Immortal Power had disappeared from within him.

"So it’s like this, the test of Junlin Pavilion’s Ninth Floor is actually ti reversal!"

Su Mu gazed at the Ninth Floor atop the stairs, aware that as ti reversed, a challenger’s power would constantly drain, uncertain to what extent this reversal on the Ninth Floor would reach.

Yet a little reflection could reveal the difficulty within.

Moreover, Junlin Pavilion only grants one chance for each challenge, should one fail, there’s no second opportunity.

"For a thousand years, none have succeeded in reaching the peak."

"Even today’s Martial Saints couldn’t summit, it seems even a Martial Saint cannot resist the ti reversal of Junlin Pavilion, this Junlin Pavilion is truly sothing remarkable."

Su Mu felt that the three prototype imprints within him had started to dissipate.

But what does it matter!

Su Mu’s steps could not be halted here.

Third Floor.

Su Mu sensed the Martial Arts Gate beginning to collapse.

Fourth Floor.

The twelve strands of Immortal Power dissipated.

Fifth Floor.

Fixed Star Body Refining Technique regressed, Crystal Human Form dissolved, Peak Blade Montum vanished.

Sixth Floor.

Martial Arts Golden Body shattered, Grandmaster’s Force Field destroyed, Path of the Grandmaster severed.

Seventh Floor.

All golden blood faded, returning to normal red color.

Eighth Floor.

Su Mu’s breath grew heavy, Third-Turned Refining Technique forged unprecedented martial roots cracked, collapsed instantly, condensed Qi and Blood dispersed, the last trace of golden light within his muscles and bones completely vanished.

His skin dimd again, losing its luster.

At this very mont, Su Mu felt unprecedented weakness.

He reverted to being an ordinary person, devoid of any Martial Artist’s Power.

Feeling this weakness, Su Mu’s heart flashed with unease, but it was fleeting, his deep eyes sparkled with reminiscence.

At that ti, much like this mont.

Initially, when Su Mu crossed over to this world, wasn’t he just an ordinary person?

Now Su Mu slightly raised his head, looking at the remaining final step, a great wave surged within his heart.

"Could it be that the last level is..."

Now he had lost the Martial Artist’s Power of this world, but he hadn’t completed climbing the final step to reach the Ninth Level of Junlin Pavilion, only what remained before the crossing!

Thus, the final step was quite apparent.

Earth?!

Although not unfamiliar, the na suddenly erged in Su Mu’s mind, one of his deepest secrets, known to none in this world besides himself.

Just thinking about it, Su Mu’s heart began to beat violently.

He suddenly felt sowhat lost, his body started trembling lightly, mories of Earth began to unravel, surface, interweave, clash, and collide with this world’s mories.

Before crossing, he had many relatives, now over thirty years had passed, are Su Mu’s kin still well?

One familiar face after another erging before his eyes.

Life and death starkly presented before Su Mu, piercing straight into his soul.

...

Ninth Floor of Junlin Pavilion.

A chilling silhouette filled with murderous intent glaring at Su Mu on the stairs, at this mont, the Ye Family ancestor’s face was filled with anxiety.

"Why has he halted..."

"Could he have discovered the secret of Junlin Pavilion?"

"No, it cannot be!"

Just as the Ye Family ancestor was imnsely anxious, Su Mu stepped forward one final ti.

...

Hoo!

Su Mu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, raising his head again.

"On Earth, I have my family..."

"But in this world, I also have family and friends, Miaomiao is my wife, Xiaoyue is my daughter, in this world, I have a family, parents, teachers, Little Junior Sister, Instructor Huangfu Xue."

"They matter just as much!"

"Due to crossing over, I’ve already lost family once, this ti I wish not to experience it a second ti, nor will I ever lose again."

"I must beco stronger, only by growing stronger can I protect all this!"

Su Mu stepped out the final step, reaching the pinnacle of Junlin Pavilion.

In an instant.

A fierce killing intent surged forward, the Ye Family ancestor awaited long, she glared daggers at Su Mu, now within Su Mu there wasn’t a scrap of power, as long as she moved her finger, even a thought could obliterate Su Mu a thousand tis over.

Actually, Ye Family’s speculation wasn’t incorrect, from the beginning, the Ye Family ancestor had no intention of letting anyone summit Junlin Pavilion.

Therefore, in a way, what the drunkard said to the girl that day wasn’t wrong, Junlin Pavilion never truly had a Ninth Level.

Unless the Ye Family ancestor deliberately held back.

This final hurdle depended on the Ye Family ancestor’s will!

Before the Ye Family ancestor did not recognize anyone, so none could reach the top, what the Ye Family ancestor did was rely send those who passed the Eighth Level away from Junlin Pavilion.

But now, the Ye Family ancestor didn’t intend to do so, she wanted to keep this person in front, utterly eliminate them.

But just at this mont.

Suddenly, a change occurred.

Su Mu’s power, lost due to the ti reversal, began to return, almost instantly restored to the peak, yet the increasingly powerful aura continued to rise, becoming even more terrifying.

Third Forging!

Fourth Forging!

Fifth Forging!

Beyond Fifth Forging, Half-Saint...

Then a great force descended with might!

At this mont, Su Mu’s head ached imnsely, then his bloodshot eyes seemingly crossed millennia, glimpsing a city in ruins.

In the extre distance, a colossal figure exuding terrifying aura, swept up endless evil black smoke erged from the abyssal depths.

The world changed color, an endless sea of fire, frost covering the sky.