High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 579 - 404: Guests of Time, Prison of Heaven and Eart

The heads of the two-headed giant flood dragon, which monts ago sought to destroy the world, were easily severed by the figure transford into a Great Sun, causing a horrifying blood rain from the dragon’s blood.

However, it was neither crimson nor golden, but pitch black.

At this mont, an evil black smoke suddenly erupted from the body of the two-headed giant flood dragon, blotting out the sky like a nuclear bomb explosion.

"Hmph!"

The figure, like a deity, let out a cold snort. He raised his hand, revealing long fingers from the black robe, with skin like blue jade. From his palm, miraculous light began to pour.

Then, he clenched his hand suddenly.

In an instant.

The clouds were dispelled, and worldly light returned.

Amidst an excruciatingly mournful and inhuman wail, the black smoke that covered the sky was suddenly grasped within the deity’s palm.

Furthermore, under the miraculous light, the pitch-black dragon blood underwent so wondrous transformation, like a divine miracle, becoming scorching hot and revealing a golden hue belonging to the Saint Realm.

At this mont, Su Mu was utterly moved.

That strike, he would never mistake it; that was Phoenix Cry!

And the power that slayed the two-headed dragon and purified the black fog and dragon blood was clearly the Rule of Force and Immortal Power!

The dragon blood soared through the sky, and an unprecedented miracle descended upon the earth.

An elderly man with white hair suddenly felt an intense heat within his body, the wrinkles on his face unfolding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then a faint Qi and Blood aura erupted from his body.

"I, I have beco a Martial Artist?!"

The old man’s face was full of incredulity, his entire body trembling violently.

At this mont, he wasn’t the only special case.

"Is it an illusion? I seem to have had a breakthrough."

"No, this isn’t an illusion, I had a breakthrough too."

Bang!

Not far away, a condensed Qi and Blood aura spread with an intangible force, and a Sixth Level Martial Artist, who struggled for decades before reaching the Grandmaster stage, was overjoyed as he stepped onto the Path of the Grandmaster, imdiately achieving Martial Arts Grandmaster!

One after another, countless Qi and Blood rose into the sky, everyone displaying disbelief and excitent, deeply shocked by this unprecedented miracle.

"A miracle, this is a miracle, a deity has descended, it must be a deity descending!" The white-haired old man spoke tremulously, kneeling towards the figure with utmost reverence.

Su Mu stared intently at the figure above the sky.

"Who... are you?"

The next mont, an indescribable sharp pain surged through his Sea of Consciousness, causing Su Mu’s spirit to waver, and as his consciousness slightly cleared, he felt countless eyes below filled with piety and reverence.

Su Mu trembled all over, looking down as if searching for sothing. He quickly saw another figure cloaked in a black robe at the spot where he had stood earlier.

"Who... are you?!"

But Su Mu had no ti to pursue that figure, nor an opportunity to voice his inner questions, as an unforeseen change suddenly occurred.

All of a sudden.

Extre danger warnings were simultaneously transmitted from the crystal human form, Martial Arts Gate, and Immortal Power within Su Mu’s Sea of Consciousness.

He felt as if countless invisible hands were clutching his heart, squeezing his soul.

Then he distinctly sensed that the Sword Montum he mastered was being sealed by so invisible force, unable to advance.

At this ti, a conversation with the Thunder God in the Giant Beast Cave suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Long ago, probably after the disappearance of the Ancient Giant Race, the path beyond the Fifth Forging was severed in this world..."

In an instant, Su Mu trembled all over.

This situation wasn’t happening for the first ti!

The first ti he could sense it was during the Guangshen Province selection tournant when his mory from the dream was erased.

But that wasn’t the last ti either.

mory surged, and Su Mu’s eyes flashed with anger and realization, as it had happened more than once recently.

It wasn’t just the inheritance of the Great Wilderness Four Forms being sealed.

Su Mu’s own Sword Montum was infinitely close to the Peak Blade Montum, and after a dream of returning to the Land of Giant Fall through the Bone Marrow Cleansing Pool, he touched Bai Qingli’s corpse.

He thought that after inheriting Bai Qingli’s mory and acquiring the Sword Intent inheritance, he could easily advance to Peak Blade Montum, even breaking through the Sword Intent Realm.

But in fact, not only could Su Mu not break through to Sword Intent, but even mastering Peak Blade Montum was arduous after battling Bai Qingli, and Bai Qingli’s Sword Intent degraded into another Peak Blade Montum in Su Mu’s hands.

Initially, Su Mu thought it was Bai Qingli’s pride, unwilling to easily pass on her inheritance to successors, but now it seed it wasn’t that simple!

The pathway beyond the Fifth Forging was severed because invisible hands were sealing the normal path beyond the Fifth Forging!

Any existence attempting to break through the seal would face intervention from the invisible hands!

Su Mu’s eyes flickered as if seeing a huge invisible cage enveloping this world, controlled by invisible hands where everyone was but caged birds.

And the invisible hands that controlled the world, sealed beyond the Fifth Forging, ca from that bottomless abyss.

"So that’s how it is!"

At this mont, Su Mu also rembered the deduced fate in the Book of Destiny; every life he attempted to achieve Sword Intent but failed, perhaps not because mastering Sword Intent was too difficult, but due to interference from invisible hands.

Yet, at this mont, Su Mu still had another question in his heart.

Since neither Sword Montum nor Blade Montum could further advance to breakthrough the ntal Realm.

Why was a sword used to slay the dragon and not a blade?

Was it just a coincidence?

Thoughts racing, Su Mu couldn’t figure it out. He felt the hot, reverential gazes from the earth below, seeing those survivors wanting to kneel.

Su Mu took a deep breath.

"I am not any deity..."

"You don’t need to kneel to either..."

"One day, I will personally shatter this world’s cage, and by then, may everyone beco like dragons!"

Su Mu made a grand vow, yet the survivors did not stand up, their faces more devout and fervent, increasingly respectful. In their hearts, that figure soared infinitely high.

...

"What exactly have you done?!"

At the top floor of Junlin Pavilion, the Ye Family ancestor displayed uncontrollable shock and panic upon realizing that her millennia-old bond with Junlin Pavilion was vanishing.

A thousand years ago, the Great Sage entrusted Junlin Pavilion to her, yet now the imprint she left within it was fading, replaced by an ever-growing new soul imprint.

And that new soul imprint clearly ca from the person before her.

She even felt it wasn’t the other party competing with her for Junlin Pavilion but Junlin Pavilion actively recognizing a new master.

"Did I make a mistake?"

The killing intent dissipated from the Ye Family ancestor, revealing confusion.

Junlin Pavilion wielded unparalleled ti power, even capable of reversing ti, which was the truth behind no one reaching the summit for a millennium. Regardless of your power at the peak, even for a peak Martial Saint, reversing ti back to your weakest mont was an unsolvable deadlock.

The Ye Family ancestor was puzzled, not understanding why, after reversing ti, the person before her grew stronger instead.

"Perhaps you are the person she has been waiting for..."

In her heart, Junlin Pavilion was at least equal in rank with the Martial Saint Tower, perhaps even more significant.

"Although you aren’t that person, for Junlin Pavilion to choose you, your potential might not be inferior to hers. It’s astonishing to think that another exists a thousand years later who can rival her..."

Thinking this, the Ye Family ancestor felt both anticipation and so lancholy, wondering if the person she waited for was indeed this person before her, what about herself?

Perhaps she had long fallen.

Even as powerful as she was, she couldn’t reverse everything and ultimately fell in the catastrophe; could this person a thousand years later truly achieve it?

"Even she fell, so it seems Tianyun has definitely fallen too."

The Ye Family ancestor remained silent, only letting out a long sigh, then actively dispelling the spiritual brand left in Junlin Pavilion.

The obsession faded, her millennia-old conscious projection becoming dim and illusory, then dissipating with the wind, leaving behind a cold figure standing silently behind Su Mu at Junlin Pavilion, quietly guarding.

In Junlin Pavilion, Su Mu closed his eyes tightly, with the imprint on his hand growing increasingly distinct.