High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 611 - 421: Forging Divine Soldiers, the Military Department’s Probe, and Unsealing the Ancient Battlefield!

In the last deduction of the Book of Destiny, Su Mu managed to suppress the Overlord Blade Martial Saint with only nine Immortal Cells, even less than what he has now.

However...

Su Mu also remembered clearly, that deduction should have occurred a year later, but now, it has greatly advanced.

"At that time, my physical body had undergone three transformations and I had mastered the Martial Arts Gates of fire, water, wind, and thunder, and my Golden Body had completed the Sixth Forging..."

"But as of now, I haven’t completed these; I’m far from reaching them!"

Among these three, the closest for Su Mu is the third transformation of his physical body, while the latter two are still far out of reach. Not to mention the Sixth Forging of the Golden Body, even the Water Gate is only in its infancy, far from mastering water, fire, wind, and thunder.

Su Mu’s fate once again deviated significantly from the deduction of the Book of Destiny.

"Misfortune and fortune intertwine, and advancing might not necessarily be a bad thing..."

"Every time a prediction advances, as long as I can overcome it, it means my future will reach greater heights, even more limitless!"

"I only become stronger in this world!"

Su Mu no longer dwelled on it; during this time, his other two consciousnesses did not pause for a moment.

In the Cultivation Room, four Half-blood Soldiers lay across Su Mu’s knees, and one of Su Mu’s consciousnesses was controlling the Golden Essence Qi to continuously refine the Blood Soldiers.

Each Blood Soldier required the nourishment of the blood of the Alien Race for at least hundreds of years, but now they were all reduced to strands of pure Golden Essence Qi.

The Golden Essence Qi within Su Mu’s lungs was quickly filling up.

Then, under the control of this consciousness, the golden-colored blood in Su Mu’s body began to rush into the lungs crazedly. The Golden Essence Qi greedily devoured this Essence Blood, growing stronger after fusing with it.

Thus, a Long Saber’s form was quickly taking shape in the lungs, and if Wang Shuheng were present, he would immediately recognize that the Long Saber within Su Mu’s lungs looked very familiar.

This saber was a fusion of the Cold Moon and Red Sun two sabers.

Lastly, under the control of Su Mu’s third consciousness, Spiritual Power congealed into an exquisitely detailed Inscription Pen, continuously inscribing inscriptions onto the Long Saber.

The teacher, Wang Shuheng, had given Su Mu five special inscriptions, which included inscriptions for Qi and Blood, Strength, Speed that could directly enhance battle power, and also ones for enhancing Spiritual Power.

However, Su Mu did not need these.

So Su Mu discarded these inscriptions, leaving only the simple and unadorned Solid Inscriptions, which were imprinted on the Long Saber one after another.

A Worldly Blade, a Divine Soldier soon to be used by Su Mu to challenge the Martial Saint, was quietly being forged unnoticed by anyone.

Thus, Su Mu’s three consciousnesses cooperated, working tirelessly day and night.

One day later.

The inscriptions on the Long Saber had multiplied into the tens of thousands.

Three days later.

The newly advanced Foodie, completely bewildered, was thrown out of the Cultivation Room by Su Mu, and inside its body, it also had one Blade Qi and numerous strands of Immortal Power.

Ten days later.

At this moment, the second Immortal Cell in Su Mu’s brow gave birth to its first wisp of fragile Immortal Power, while the second Immortal Cell in the Five Viscera and Six Viscera continued to devour the black mist frantically, day and night.

Su Mu was no longer sure how much black mist he had devoured, and he also found that the inscribing of inscriptions was becoming more taxing.

Now, each inscription was far more difficult and consuming than the initial thousands.

"The inscriptions are endless, my mastery over inscriptions is still far from enough... but the cultivation of the Immortal Cells cannot cease."

Decisively, Su Mu chose to split the Spiritual Power of the second consciousness and allocate it to the third consciousness.

...

The military competition was drawing nearer by the day.

Secret meetings continued incessantly within the Five Major War Zones, not just because the competition was near, but more importantly due to the changes in the Alien Race Battlefield.

Huaxia Southern Theater.

"Take a look, the military is planning to use this competition to test the reaction of the Alien Race..." Yue Jun spoke in a low voice.

In the conference room, the high-ranking officials from the War Zones carefully examined the materials in their hands.

A moment later.

Qian Xuemin broke the silence, and a battlefield map was immediately projected on the conference room screen.

"This is the Ancient Battlefield of the Alien Race in Shenjiang City, which according to the agreement, is to be opened in five years. The military plans to unlock this Ancient Battlefield in advance for use as the competition arena."

Upon hearing this, all the elderly members of the Military District present displayed expressions of disbelief, as they had anticipated it but hadn’t expected the military to be so aggressive and bold this time.

The Blue Star Alliance has categorized the Beast Cave into five levels, and similarly, there are level classifications related to the Alien Race Battlefield, with five levels designated by the alliance.

An Ancient Battlefield, where the space’s strength can withstand the entry of a Martial Saint.

A Large Battlefield, where the space’s strength can withstand the entry of a Titled Grandmaster.

A Medium-Large Battlefield, where the space’s strength can withstand the entry of a Great Grandmaster.

A Medium Battlefield, where the space’s strength can withstand the entry of a Grandmaster.

A Small Battlefield, where the space’s strength can withstand the entry of Martial Artists below Grandmaster.

For hundreds of years, despite the ongoing small-scale clashes between humans and the Alien Race, both sides have, in a very tacit understanding, sealed off the Ancient Battlefields.

The internal space of an Ancient Battlefield is extremely stable, enough to withstand a Martial Saint’s intervention. Within this space, some ancient Fierce Beast Races, long extinct in the outside world, still reside, and there are also many Giant Ruins present, which is why it is known as an Ancient Battlefield.

Due to the abundant resources within the Ancient Battlefield, there’s an agreement between the two races to conduct a grand hunt every one hundred years, where each side is only allowed to dispatch one Martial Saint to reside at the battlefield when it opens.

Seeing the bewildered expressions on the faces of the attendees, Yue Jun spoke again solemnly, "This is not only the plan of the military, but also the idea from the alliance. Countries are expected to carry out relevant actions concerning Ancient Battlefields soon..."

"This will be a probe; if the Alien Race remains inactive, then we shall take advantage to harvest the Ancient Battlefield’s resources, with other matters to be planned afterward."

"This time, the Five Major War Zones will lead the way, the first five days will serve as the competition, with the rankings based on hunting points."

"After five days, forces led by Huaxia Martial Arts Association and the Gu Family of Martial Arts Families, Sword Pavilion, and other factions will send their disciples into the Ancient Battlefield."

"If the Alien Race shows up, then act temporarily according to the agreement between the two races..."

When Yue Jun finished speaking, everyone fell into contemplation, and at some point, someone asked a question.

"Who is in charge of guarding the Ancient Battlefield this time? Last time, it was someone from the Gu Family, should it be someone from the Martial Arts Association now?"

Hearing this, Yue Jun shook his head.

"Barring any surprises, it will be someone from the Northwest Desert."

"The Northwest Desert, why?"

"Sima Jingshu is dead... this is a concession made by the military department."

"That woman is dead? What does her death have to do with our military department? When she died, Su Mu General Star was tens of thousands of miles away in the Imperial Capital; even though he’s a Martial Saint, he can’t act so tyrannically..."

"Enough, no more about this." Yue Jun tapped his finger on the table, speaking in a calm voice.

"If the Overlord Blade Martial Saint intervenes during the competition..."

"I believe he won’t, you don’t need to worry; the Overlord Blade Martial Saint has already made an agreement with the military and will abide by it..." Yue Jun said in a calm voice.

Although Yue Jun’s tone was calm, everyone could hear the anger and frustration contained within.

The mighty Five Major War Zones, the prestigious Huaxia Military Department, had to repeatedly make concessions in the face of a Martial Saint.

Because beneath a Martial Saint, all are ants...

And currently, the military department has no Martial Saint, not a single one.