High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 297 - 251: Interdimensional Dealings, Giant Ruins_3

Chapter 297: Chapter 251: Interdimensional Dealings, Giant Ruins_3

In the Giant Ruins, he has a higher chance of survival than others, but after all, this is the Giant Ruins before him.

Su Mu hesitated.

The task assigned to him by the Southern War Zone was to explore the ruins. Exploration was not specifically defined, meaning he could now hand over the task to the War Zone by directly reporting the Giant Ruins.

Should he leave just like that?

In an instant, Su Mu shook his head, and a domineering sword momentum soared into the sky. How could he leave empty-handed after passing by a treasure mountain!

If he retreated now, how could he aspire to ascend to the Martial Saint?

Immediately, he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate blade qi in the Red Flame Saber and Cold Moon Saber. After experiencing the Beast Tide, the blades of the two sabers were no longer as sharp.

But at this moment, Su Mu did not need sharp blades; a heavy sword has no edge.

Sword momentum and blade qi are the strongest edges.

The following dawn, two successive blade rings echoed through the Land of Ruins. The moment Su Mu opened his eyes, blade qi intersected.

"Foodie, go wait for me on the Seventh Floor. Don’t approach humans if you encounter them."

Foodie did not leave.

Su Mu patted Foodie’s big head with a smile.

"Don’t worry, I’ll come to get you in a while."

Foodie nuzzled Su Mu’s cheek, Su Mu ruffled Foodie’s feathers, "These rings contain plenty of food; after you finish them, I’ll come out. Go on."

Foodie swallowed several space rings into its stomach, pausing every five steps, looking back every three, let out a reluctant call, soared into the sky, and finally left.

"Come on."

Su Mu took a deep breath and stepped into the fog-covered ruins.

...

A strong sense of weightlessness instantly rushed in like a tide, and darkness enveloped him. In a trance, Su Mu heard a tragic whisper in his ears, the voice hoarse and deep.

It was a language he had never heard, a mournful ancient song, as if sending off the departed.

The next moment, he began to feel his body falling, continuously descending, the world spinning rapidly, and all past memories swiftly flashed before his eyes.

Until a strand of silver light illuminated the darkness, as Su Mu emerged from the endless blackness, a gigantic silver staircase appeared before him.

The staircase had nine levels, with heaps of white bones piled into mountains, many exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

Atop the highest level was a colossal stone throne, yet it was empty, with no sign of the King’s presence.

Su Mu’s pupils contracted sharply, for in the first level’s bone heaps he saw the ten Sixth Level Fierce Beasts he had just placed into the ruins for the experiment, including the Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast.

The calm breathing sounds reached his ears, indicating these newly arrived beasts were not dead.

Perhaps they were in some form of coma...

Looking around, the staircase was surrounded by terrifying black fog, giving the sensation of being in a void. Spiritual light flashed in Su Mu’s hand, revealing a Tier Six Weapon.

Casually, he threw it into the black fog, and the moment the weapon touched the black fog it instantly dissolved into a pool of liquid, then completely disappeared.

Su Mu’s heart tightened, deciding not to try again.

Clearly, there was only one path ahead.

Yet the dangers of this ruin exceeded even Su Mu’s estimates, as even the Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast fell at the first level platform!

Taking a deep breath, the Red Flame Saber and Cold Moon Saber were gripped left and right in his hands as Su Mu stepped onto the first level of the staircase, instantly several silver chains shot out from the steps.

Su Mu wanted to dodge, but his pupils contracted as he discovered the blood sea within him was dormant, and his sword momentum, blade qi, and even flesh strength were all sealed by an unknown force.

The chains pierced through his body, yet brought no pain.

Then that ancient song of unknown language played in his ears again.

In a mournful melody, the endless black fog assaulted.

...

In intense pain, Su Mu opened his eyes and heard a heavy breathing sound; it was his own breath.

As his consciousness returned, his pupils shrank.

Not far away, two blood-soaked corpses lay before him, and Su Mu recognized these two bodies; they were Zhou Yuan and Little One!

A formidable alien race holding a warhammer revealed a cruel smile as it approached.

Su Mu reached for the long saber beside him, trying to lift the blade to fight, yet found the saber too heavy to lift.

Soon...

He remembered that this saber was used by martial artists, weighing hundreds of pounds, and he was merely an ordinary person.

The sneering alien race stepped closer, its lips curling, the warhammer in its hand raised high, then magnified endlessly in Su Mu’s pupils.

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