High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 571 - 401: Ye Family Ancestor’s Projection, the Legendary Realm!

A cold woman?

Clearly, it was the first meeting, yet the figure before Su Mu gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen her not long ago.

But where?

Su Mu’s eyes flickered slightly, soon recalling the source of this inexplicable familiarity, none other than one of the strange stones in front of Junlin Pavilion.

According to the incessant talk of the man, the human-shaped stone was a statue of the Ye Family ancestor.

Thus, the identity of the person before him became rather obvious.

The founder of the top Martial Arts Family, the Ye Family!

"Ye Family Ancestor!"

"One of humanity’s first batch of Martial Saints, one of the strongest Martial Saints outside of the Great Sage!"

Excitement passed through Su Mu’s deep eyes; martial arts was like a great mountain, and unknowingly, Su Mu found himself walking just beneath the peak of the martial arts world, with only the summit left to ascend.

The second demon, such as Fenrir, an ordinary Half-Saint, couldn’t truly threaten Su Mu. Before the catastrophe arrived, the only threats to Su Mu in the human world were the powerful Half-Saint like the Thunder God lurking deep within the Beast Cave, and the world’s thirty-two Martial Saints.

Thus, in the eyes of the world, Su Mu, who had just broken through to become a Martial Arts Grandmaster, was actually not far from the summit.

But Su Mu was also very aware that if the martial world of humanity was a mountain, then the slumbering Master of Endless Black Fog was a towering peak reaching the heavens; a peak that was unfathomably high, its summit lost in the clouds.

His thoughts turned swiftly, returning to reality.

Su Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly, the blood within him boiling fiercely, rising a boundless battle intent in his heart.

"It’s not like the shadow of the Overlord Blade Martial Saint from before, it’s a true projection of a Martial Saint... an imprint left by the Power of Time!"

The cold silhouette before him had every gesture flowing with the ’Martial Arts Mark’ he previously saw on Fenrir, vivid and alive, its imprint more naturally strong.

If Fenrir had the shadow of a ’Martial Arts Mark,’ then what Su Mu saw on this figure was power fused with the mark.

"Even if the Martial Saint Tower accomplished the achievement of becoming a Martial Saint, it’s still in the Saint Realm, and is very likely a Martial Saint who understood the rules of time!"

The strength of the Power of Time was undeniable.

As if to confirm Su Mu’s idea of power, the cold woman lightly raised a finger from a distance of over ten thousand meters, and flicked it lightly.

It seemed like an utterly harmless flick.

The next moment, Su Mu could feel the mark flowing on the projection of the Ye Family ancestor, immediately triggering an explosion of spiritual power, martial momentum, and qi and blood within him like an underwater volcano erupting in an instant.

Not overly strong, just at the level of a newly reached Martial Arts Grandmaster, but in the fingertips of the Ye Family ancestor, those three forces were instantly compressed and solidified, raising a faint sense of crisis in Su Mu’s heart.

"Truly extraordinary of the Ye Family ancestor!"

A streak of cyan spiritual light shot out, instantly crossing ten thousand meters; if the Ye Family ancestor wished, this flick could easily cross thousands of miles, even farther to obliterate a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

"This is the Ye Family’s Formless Three Flowers... just in time!"

A surge of vigor ignited in Su Mu’s eyes, for he was currently lacking experience in battling Saint Realm powerhouses, and here came the perfect opportunity.

However, Su Mu didn’t intend to go all out; instead, he began suppressing his own strength, aiming to subdue the Ye Family ancestor with the same level of power, even if the other was among the first batch of Martial Saints a millennium ago.

Within the seas of consciousness, the crystal human form abruptly opened its eyes, and then that gate formed by the supreme Three Flowers of the Sage: the Flame Gate, integrated from the "Cyan Lotus Martial Seed," "Formless Three Flowers," and "Three Flowers of the Sage," its brilliance began to dim.

From it, a verdant cyan lotus with fiery patterns was extracted.

That was the pure Cyan Lotus Martial Seed.

Using the "Cyan Lotus Martial Seed" against the "Formless Three Flowers!"

Su Mu similarly curled his forefinger, flicking lightly, and the cyan lotus bloomed. But unlike the Ye Family ancestor’s side embodied ultimate solidity, exuding a mountain-like grandeur and stability, with the Formless Three Flowers’ unparalleled sealing of the Three Jiao Gate.

On Su Mu’s side, it was the opposite; the Cyan Lotus Martial Seed aimed at control, as the saying goes, it is better to guide than to block; within Su Mu, the Three Jiao Gate roared open fully, three forces raging like a Triassic storm, seeking to engulf everything before them.

One cyan and one red force fiercely collided.

Like two ferocious flood dragons in combat.

When power reaches a certain level, the victory or defeat between the strong often occurs in an instant.

The next moment, the violent and overpowering flames engulfed and burned the cyan mountain to ashes.

The golden ocean under Su Mu’s feet instantly surged, and the cold silhouette swayed, a streak of golden power shot in front, condensing into the image of a golden Nine-Layered Small Tower on the back of Su Mu’s right hand, a smaller version of Junlin Pavilion, but at present only the first layer was lit, the others remained dim.

Immediately, the golden sea of time surged forth, engulfing Su Mu.

A sense of weightlessness overwhelmed him.

And Su Mu quietly entered the Martial God State, repeatedly replaying the Ye Family ancestor’s strike in his mind, growing increasingly excited.

He vaguely caught a glimpse of spiritual light.

...

"Though slightly different, it is indeed the aura of the Cyan Lotus Martial Seed, finally, I’ve awaited you, yet time is running short..."

"Will it succeed this time?"

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Su Mu, the Ye Family ancestor’s eyes truly came alive, shimmering with brilliance, though alongside the long-awaited joy, there was also deep concern.

As black as ink, unfathomable in depth.