My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's fingertips gently stroked the uneven texture on the photo, feeling the mysterious atmosphere.

Suddenly, in a depression, he felt a sharp mark, like a deliberately polished sacrificial groove.

The groove was cold and sharp, and the chill ran down his fingertips and into his spine, making him shiver.

A strong curiosity and desire to explore surged in Xiao Chen's heart.

He vaguely felt that there was a huge secret hidden behind this photo, and this secret might be inextricably linked to the path of spiritual practice he had been pursuing.

He decided that he must find out the meaning of these words and uncover the mystery behind the photos.

He carefully looked at the text on the photo again, trying to find more clues.

Those ancient seal characters seemed to be telling him a distant and mysterious story, a legend about the immortal palace, the greatest treasure and the shattered galaxy.

"Do I have to shed blood to acknowledge my master?" As soon as this thought came to Xiao Chen's mind, it spread like wildfire.

He stared at the seemingly ordinary black stone in front of him, and an irresistible impulse surged in his heart.

Xiao Chen bent his fingers as fast as lightning, and a powerful force instantly gathered at his fingertips, stretching his skin to turn pale.

Then, a drop of crimson blood slowly seeped out from the fingertips, like a dazzling ruby, falling precisely in the center of the stone surface.

In an instant, the black stone seemed to be injected with a mysterious and violent power, like an ancient ferocious beast that came to life, vibrating violently and making a buzzing sound.

The humming sound was low and shocking, like a roar from another world, making the surrounding air tremble.

Countless golden runes burst out from the depths of the stone, like golden chains, carrying a hot breath, wrapping around his arms.

The runes flashed with dazzling light, burning his skin so much that it felt as if countless red-hot steel needles were pricking him.

Xiao Chen only felt that a mighty flow of information was like a flood bursting through a dam, carrying with it the roar of ancient battlefields and the whispers of the movement of stars, and it was madly crashing into his sea of ​​consciousness.

On the ancient battlefield, the shouts of killing were deafening, swords flashed, and blood splattered.

The whispers of the stars' movement are like the code of the universe, obscure and difficult to understand yet containing endless mysteries.

This information was like a surging tide, constantly impacting his soul, as if to crush it completely.

"Ah!" Xiao Chen let out a painful roar, and his body staggered uncontrollably, knocking over a wooden chair beside him.

The sound of the wooden chair falling to the ground was particularly harsh in the silent room, but he had no time to care about it at the moment.

The back of his head hit the corner of the wall hard, causing a sharp pain and stars in front of his eyes.

His temples were throbbing as if thousands of poisoned blades were twisting inside his skull, and every throbbing caused him excruciating pain.

His pupils suddenly shrank into needle points, and his eyes were filled with pain and fear.

The veins on his forehead bulged like a twisted dead vine, and sweat mixed with blood kept dripping down his jaw, leaving a dark mark on the floor.

Even though his body had experienced countless life and death trials, it was now trembling like a leaf in the wind under this powerful force, as if it would be completely destroyed at any time.

"What the hell is this thing..." Xiao Chen's hoarse roar came to an abrupt end. He felt a black screen in front of his eyes and his consciousness fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, raising a cloud of choking dust.

The moment consciousness fell into darkness, the biting cold was like countless ice needles, piercing into the bone marrow from all directions.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes suddenly and found himself in a chaotic place. Thick fog like ink was surging under his feet, carrying a rotten smell, as if it was the sigh of countless dead souls.

The mist seemed to have life, constantly wrapping around his body and making him feel suffocated.

A huge bronze door can be vaguely seen standing a hundred meters away.

The bronze door was tall and majestic, like a gateway to another world.

The ancient totem engraved on the door was glowing with a faint blue light, and those ferocious animal faces seemed to be staring at him. Each pattern was like a code leading to hell, exuding a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere.

Xiao Chen felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. He tried to move his body, but found that his legs were nailed to the ground and he could not move.

He could only stare at the bronze door, his heart filled with confusion and fear.

What exactly is this place? What secrets are hidden behind that bronze door?
He didn't know why he came here, nor did he know how to leave.

At this moment, a low roar suddenly came from the bronze door, as if something was stirring behind the door.

Xiao Chen's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He stared at the bronze door closely, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Xiao Chen's consciousness gradually became clear in the chaos. This familiar yet strange place in front of him, wasn't it the mysterious immortal palace in his body?

On ordinary days, although this immortal palace is mysterious, it is at least a world he is familiar with. But now, some strange changes seem to have taken place.

He looked carefully and found that there was a new building in the originally empty space of the Immortal Palace.

The architectural style is simple and solemn, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, exuding a sense of vicissitudes and heaviness, very much like a ancestral hall or something like that.

Xiao Chen slowly approached the building with a nervous and curious mood.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, there are densely packed tablets inside. The tablets are arranged neatly, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

There are names engraved on the tablets. The characters are strong and powerful, yet reveal an indescribable mystery.

Just one glance at them makes people feel tremendous pressure, as if there are endless stories and powerful forces hidden behind those names.

"Who disturbs my meditation!" Just as Xiao Chen was immersed in shock, a pressure like a mountain fell from the sky.

The pressure was so powerful that it hurt Xiao Chen's eardrums, as if countless needles were piercing his ears.

He looked up and saw a giant golden palm covering the sky and the sun slowly emerging from the rolling clouds.

The giant palm was so huge that it seemed to cover the entire sky. The runes flowing between the palm lines were like inverted galaxies, dazzling and brilliant, yet full of danger.

Each line contained the power to destroy the world, as if with a slight wave, everything in the world could be reduced to dust.

Before Xiao Chen could open his mouth to explain, the giant palm had already slapped down with the force of a mountain collapse and the earth splitting.

Wherever it passed, the space was shattered into pieces, making a "crackling" sound, as if the end of the world was coming.

Xiao Chen only felt a powerful force rushing towards him, instantly blasting his consciousness out of this mysterious space.

"Cough..." Xiao Chen sat up suddenly, and his violent coughing made his chest hurt, as if all his internal organs were about to be coughed out. (End of this chapter)