High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 307 - 259: The Marvelous Uses of the Golden Essence Armor, Martial Saint’s Killing Intent
A statement that shocked everyone into silence.
"You three can come at me together as well." Su Mu’s gaze fell on the three examiners.
For a moment, Huangfu Xue, Shi Hao, and Xu Zhi’s pupils contracted sharply, frozen in place. Su Mu was too arrogant!
Even though he had defeated Cui Jian and You Ming with a single move, he had not yet faced Tantai Yan, and the victor was still uncertain.
After a brief dead silence, the crowd erupted in uproar.
"Who do you think you are, Su Mu?" someone shouted angrily from the crowd.
The next second, a flower of blood suddenly burst forth from the crowd.
Then Su Mu raised his right hand, and the Crystal Human Form in his Sea of Consciousness emitted a strong silver radiance. Instantly, the terrifying spiritual power enveloped the entire area, and everyone present showed expressions of fear. This spiritual power was too overwhelming, making them feel a strong sense of suffocation.
Even Tantai Yan and Huangfu Xue’s expressions changed dramatically, with turbulent waves surging in their hearts. Both were not ordinary martial artists; they were from martial arts families and were spiritual power gifted martial artists!
At this moment, the two found that their Sea of Consciousness was being instantly suppressed. Under this terrifying spiritual power, they couldn’t mobilize even the slightest bit of spiritual power.
This was a situation of despair they had never encountered, not even when facing grandmasters in their families.
In the void, a massive silver palm, over a dozen meters in size, began a one-sided massacre. As the silver hand swept across, flesh flew everywhere, and trainees fell like harvested crops into pools of blood.
In the end, only Tantai Yan, Huangfu Xue, Shi Hao, and Xu Zhi were left on the field.
"Forgive me," Su Mu lightly said, his eyes flashing with silver light.
After a burst of spiritual shock, the four couldn’t even let out a groan before their Sea of Consciousness was torn apart, and they fell limply.
...
The fourth-level step lit up with blinding silver light, and a fourth cluster of silver light descended onto the throne. With a focused mind, Su Mu began to sculpt the five viscera for the Crystal Human Form.
The world’s most precise instruments couldn’t compare to the human body, which contained infinite treasures. The difficulty of fully visualizing a human form was imaginable.
At this stage of the Crystal Visualization Technique, the difficulty of further sculpting increased dramatically, and the required spiritual power was multiplied many times over, even a dozen times over.
But at this moment, Su Mu’s lips curled slightly upward, for he had faced this chasm before and had long since crossed it successfully.
With a thought.
The golden essence qi in Su Mu’s lungs surged out, tens of thousands of strands of it poured into his Sea of Consciousness without reservation, and the terrifying sharpness spread over the silver steps.
In his Sea of Consciousness, under Su Mu’s control, tens of thousands of strands of golden essence qi reassembled into golden essence armor.
In the Giant’s Cave, after countless failures over months, utilizing the strong memorability and plasticity of the golden essence armor, Su Mu was finally able to complete it.
In every battle afterwards, Su Mu would make slight adjustments to the golden essence armor to achieve full integration with his body.
"In this way, integrating the golden essence armor with my body..."
"It can completely serve as a mold for the five viscera and six organs!"
Quickly, the golden essence armor began to merge with the Crystal Human Form. This process was surprisingly smooth, even to Su Mu’s own surprise.
"Perhaps it’s the power of destiny acting; let’s seize this momentum!"
With a deep understanding, Su Mu adjusted his breathing, intending to strike while the iron was hot. He devoted himself entirely, pouring all his spiritual power into the golden essence armor. Very soon, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys emerged.
Following closely were 220 meridians, crisscrossing throughout the flesh, responsible for blood transportation, connecting the five viscera and six organs, flesh, and blood.
As the first meridian formed, the pure spiritual power of the fourth silver light cluster was exhausted.
Awakening from cultivation, Su Mu’s face bore no trace of regret but rather an exuberant joy and anticipation. At this moment, his heart was filled with excitement.
He had previously far underestimated the entry difficulty of this "Crystal Visualization Technique."
"Indeed, without a giant’s blood comparable to the Martial Saint level... I would have had no chance of entering the ’Fixed Star Body Refinement.’"
"The potential of the ’Crystal Visualization Technique’ does not fall short of the ’Fixed Star Body Refinement’..."
"Between life and death, there truly lies great fortune!"
Su Mu deeply realized that, without this giant ruin, relying solely on his spiritual power for cultivation, he guessed it would take several years just to reach the current level of the Crystal Human Form.
And to fully master the Crystal Visualization Technique would require much longer, taking over a decade, if not more.
But Su Mu did not have that much time to waste...
"After the 220 meridians, comes the six viscera..."
Su Mu was well aware that the complete birth of the Crystal Human Form was not far off, and the final countdown had begun.
Crack------
Several crisp sounds echoed, and the last grandmaster level fierce beast fell at the first floor, turning into a pile of white bones.
In the Giant Ruins, only Su Mu remained.
On the fourth-level steps where Su Mu stood, there was a mountain of bones, including that of grandmasters and even great grandmasters.
And it was the same below the steps.
At this moment, Su Mu had a momentary daze.
On the empty throne, two figures appeared, looking down at him as if they were gods from high heavens.
Their faces were obscure, but Su Mu instantly recognized them.
"Overlord Blade Martial Saint..."
"Qingfeng Martial Saint!"
Su Mu uttered these eight words, one by one.
The world before him shifted, and from the innumerable, indescribable bones, crimson blood oozed, forming rivers of blood. Moreover, something more frightful happened: from the dead bones on the steps, flesh began to grow slowly.
Each one had Su Mu’s face, with expressions of extreme fear on each.
Everything before him was terrifying.
Then, the gazes of the two figures on the throne fell on Su Mu, and instantly, two terrifying pressures descended.
"Still not retreating?"
The voice was like thunder, a deep cold roar echoing in Su Mu’s mind, reverberating into the sky, like heavenly wrath.
If Su Mu dared to step forward, he would surely face the overwhelming fury of the two Martial Saints, and he would become one of the countless corpses here.
At this moment, Su Mu was trembling all over, with crackling sounds of bones fracturing, and the sound of flesh tearing continually; his flesh could hardly withstand the pressure and was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
With just one step back, he could escape danger.
But Su Mu did not take a step back, and he snorted coldly.
"The path of the Martial Saint, littered with corpses."
"But so what..."
"One day, I will cut down each of you pseudo-saints from the mountain top... I will surpass you all. I, Su Mu, will surpass the Martial Saint!"
The moment the words fell, an invincible aura shot up from Su Mu.
"You dare?"
Two voices echoed, filled with both shock and anger.
"Why wouldn’t I dare!"
Su Mu decisively took a step forward, shattering the sea of blood and mountain of corpses with his invincible aura.
Coming back to his senses, the two pseudo-saint figures on the throne were no more, leaving nothing behind.
Su Mu had already arrived at the fifth floor, and a fifth silver light descended.
...
"Hmm?!"
In the depths of the Northwest Desert of Huaxia, a tall man, with a bare upper body and a back like a coiling dragon, exclaimed in doubt. Just now, his right eyelid had been twitching violently.
Then he saw a figure shrouded in black mist, on which he saw three colors.
Red, blue, and a golden hue.
"Could this be... the power of rules?"
"Simultaneously mastering three kinds of power of rules?... Who is this figure?"
There was shock in the man’s voice. His brows furrowed deeply, and a terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from him, causing a sandstorm to rise in the desert.
Since becoming a Martial Saint, it had been many years since he had felt such a sense of crisis.
"Three kinds of power of rules... could it be the birth of a new Martial Saint?"
A sliver of sharp killing intent crossed the man’s heart.
