High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 536 - 385: O God, Please Deliver Your Oracle!

Then the violent explosion’s shockwaves spread, instantly spanning hundreds of miles, and the high-speed train was caught in it, causing intense jolting.

For a moment, the cry of a child shattered the train’s serenity, followed by a string of screams as passengers inside were startled awake.

"What exactly happened?"

"What, what is that?"

There was a stir inside the train, chaos erupted. The only informed person, Li Xiaomin, stared in a daze at the spectacular and towering mushroom cloud outside the train window, her pupils trembling violently.

"So that wasn’t a dream just now, everything is real... It was all not a dream!"

Li Xiaomin suddenly snapped awake.

At the same time, An Wu and An Liu, rushing towards Tianmu Mountain, were stunned in their tracks, looking at that flaming mushroom on the horizon, their expressions changed dramatically.

"Damn, the Dark Demon Society actually used missiles, we’re one step too late!"

"Su Mu might be..."

The two were furious and anxious, their hearts burning with impatience.

...

Amidst the endless flames, amidst the rolling mushroom cloud.

A figure in gray was free-falling in the air, yet there was not a trace of panic on this figure’s face, remaining calm as ever.

The figure in gray free-falling in the air stretched its limbs, and immediately a terrifying spiritual power burst forth from its body. The gray figure smiled, spreading its arms, and a pair of large, translucent silver wings suddenly extended from its shoulders.

With a spread of the silver wings, the gray figure completely neutralized the gravitational pull pulling it down, standing steadily in mid-air, the mushroom cloud behind resembling a triumphant ode to a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.

"For her to offer such an extravagant reward for this mission target... It’s indeed extraordinary!"

The gray figure standing high in the air looked down at the towering mushroom cloud with interest, a predatory gleam flashing as if it had spotted prey.

Hmm?

Suddenly, the gray figure showed a look of surprise and slightly raised its eyes.

There was a violent gust swept across the sky.

Thousands of meters away, the wind transformed into a tall and imposing figure. The first thing that caught the eye was a pair of eyes deep as the stars. The newcomer was handsome and extraordinary, with a cold, sharp aura, gazing calmly at the gray figure with undisguised murderous intent.

Just like a supreme blade about to be unsheathed.

Exuding chilling killing intent.

"What an astounding killing intent, it seems you very much want to kill me?"

The figure shrouded in gray chuckled, looking down at Su Mu from above.

"Or perhaps, are you angry about those ants’ life and death?"

"Unfortunately, you have too many weaknesses, in my eyes you are already a corpse..."

The voice within the gray figure was indistinguishable as to gender, a man’s one moment, then transforming into a woman’s, then an old man’s, a child’s, even a beast’s.

This voice didn’t seem to echo in the ears but directly in the mind.

"Actually, this isn’t the first time I’ve come to Huaxia, let me think, last time I encountered those in military uniforms..."

"They too, like you, would get angry over ants; they were young, passionate, heroic, but..."

The gray figure touched the coat enveloping its body, continuing in fluent Huaxia language, "I can sense you’re stronger and more vibrant than them..."

"Like tender shoots emerging from the fragrant soil after a spring rain, making one want to chew them up, tearing them apart inch by inch..."

"That kind of feeling is really enchanting."

After a light chuckle, the gray figure elegantly removed its hat, revealing a dense mass of black hair, and for the first time under the rising sun, a face of exquisite features, all too familiar, was unveiled.

"Ah, I almost forgot to introduce myself, I am the Fourth Demon of the Dark Demon Society, the Phantom Demon..."

...

"You, you are... Miaomiao?"

Su Mu’s pupils contracted sharply, the true face beneath the gray guise was unexpectedly Miaomiao, the Phantom Demon’s eyes flickered with silver radiance, their pupils writhing, splitting into two.

A gust of silver wind blew by.

The world before him suddenly brightened, then cheers, congratulations, laughter filled his ears, his five senses returned.

A lively hall, a crowd gathered on both sides of a long red carpet.

Then the hall doors opened, amidst the salute of cannons, streamers swayed, a father-in-law escorted an astonishingly beautiful woman forward, the woman wore a white wedding dress, her face had a shy expression, yet more so radiantly happy.

Like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, exuding an overwhelming fragrance of bliss.

Su Mu looked down, finding himself standing on a stage, donned in a black tuxedo, with a slight daze, Su Mu foolishly gazed at the bride approaching step by step.

"Su Mu, why are you grinning like an idiot?" Miaomiao lightly scolded, a blush rising on her cheeks.

"I, I’m so happy, this is the happiest day of my life."

The whole crowd burst into laughter, an emcee stepped onto the stage timely.

"Mr. Su Mu, do you take Miss Jiang Miaomiao as your wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in poverty or in prosperity, to cherish for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

In the high sky, Su Mu, who was like a supreme blade, his pupils suddenly shrank, after numerous changes in expression, his eyes became sluggish and hollow, finally, the aura on his body dissipated, revealing a trace of gentleness and happiness.

Seeing this, the Phantom Demon showed a thick disdain, its eyes, resembling serpent pupils, the gray-white pupils gently writhed, merging into one, and two streams of blood-tears ran down from the corners of its eyes.

The Phantom Demon slowly closed its eyes. Its Spiritual Illusion Realm was extraordinarily powerful not merely because it was a Talented with Innate Spiritual Power, nor because it possessed extremely high talent in the realm of illusions.