My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen felt an overwhelming surge of joy, but he quickly calmed down.

Although the immortal abode has not been upgraded, it is located in the mortal world, where cultivation resources are scarce and the cultivation environment is far inferior to those blessed lands of immortals.

Here, advancing to the next level is truly a rare achievement.

Every breakthrough is like climbing a steep mountain, requiring countless drops of sweat and effort.

Moreover, this is far from over.

Before his breakthrough, he was already at the peak of the sixth level of the Bigu Realm, only a step away from the seventh level.

This seemingly insignificant line is actually as difficult to cross as an insurmountable chasm.

Countless cultivators are stuck at this stage, unable to break through in their entire lives.

The powerful effects of this pill have only been partially utilized; the majority remains in the body and has not yet been fully released and absorbed.

The remaining medicinal power, like a sleeping giant, contains enormous potential.

"The medicine is still so potent, perfect! Let's go all out and try again!"

Xiao Chen's resolve was unwavering, as steadfast as a rock.

He quickly adjusted his state, continued to concentrate on circulating his energy, and guided the remaining medicinal power to launch an attack towards a higher level.

His eyes revealed a resolute determination and persistence, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Time flies when you're in cultivation; a few hours pass quickly in the silence.

Outside the window, the night gradually faded, and the east began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

The morning light, like a gentle messenger, streamed through the window into the room, draping the entire space in a golden veil.

Suddenly, the aura surrounding Xiao Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, fluctuated violently once again.

The aura was like a surging tide, wave after wave, constantly impacting every corner of the room.

A stronger sense of breakthrough than before swept through the entire room, as if a storm was about to break through.

The tables and chairs in the room trembled slightly, as if they were shaking.

That sense of breakthrough contained boundless energy, giving people a strong feeling of pressure.

……

As the sun rose high in the sky, the initial gentleness of the dawn faded, becoming bright and intense. It was nearly eight o'clock in the morning when Xiao Chen finally began to move.

The faint aura of cultivation surrounding him slowly receded into his body, like the receding tide.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed all night. In an instant, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, a glint that was incredibly sharp, like a materialized blade, as if it could pierce through any obstacle in front of him.

He gently stretched his muscles and bones, making a soft "crackling" sound like firecrackers, and then carefully felt the surging power within his body.

That power was like a surging river, flowing endlessly through his meridians, and like a raging fire, radiating intense heat.

Feeling this powerful force, a satisfied smile involuntarily appeared on his face, a smile as warm and confident as the spring sunshine.

The eighth level of the Bigu realm!

After a night of arduous training, he felt as if he were in the midst of a fierce and protracted battle, engaging in a breathtaking contest with the barriers to his cultivation within his body.

He not only successfully broke through the seventh level of the Bigu Realm, but also, with one burst of energy, like a brave and fearless warrior, used the remaining medicinal power as a sharp weapon to break through the barrier once again.

At this moment, his cultivation level had stabilized at the eighth level of the Bigu Realm, like a solid castle that stood firm and unyielding.

Overnight, he broke through two minor realms in succession!
Such a speed of cultivation is simply mythical. If word were to spread, it would shake the entire ancient martial arts world.

In the world of ancient martial arts, cultivation is a difficult and lengthy process, and every advancement in a small realm requires countless drops of sweat and effort.

Xiao Chen broke through two minor realms overnight, which was unbelievable. It was as if he had transformed from an ordinary mortal into a towering hero overnight, which was hard to believe.

Moreover, just one more minor realm away from advancing his immortal abode, he could advance again.

The immortal abode within his body was like a mysterious treasure trove to him, containing endless mysteries and immense power.

The benefits of raising one level in one's inner immortal abode will be immense, like replacing the engine of an ordinary car with a top-of-the-line one, allowing one's strength to leap forward qualitatively.

He took a deep breath, and the fresh air entered his body, as if injecting him with new vitality.

He focused his mind and sensed the changes in the strange building within his immortal abode.

The building was like a mysterious enigma, drawing him in to explore it.

So he slowly closed his eyes, casting all distracting thoughts aside and focusing his mind.

The next moment, his consciousness, like a light bird, once again entered that mysterious and unpredictable inner celestial abode.

This immortal abode is like an independent world, full of unknowns and surprises.

Then, his gaze fell on the building where the memorial tablets were kept.

The building exudes a mysterious and solemn aura, as if telling ancient stories.

He took a firm step and stepped into it.

This time, unlike last time, there was no mysterious force that pushed him out directly.

As soon as he entered, he saw a three-story tower standing there.

Although the tower was only about ten meters tall, the oppressive feeling it brought was extremely terrifying, like a towering mountain that made it hard to breathe.

The tower exudes an ancient and desolate aura, an aura like the long river of time, flowing with endless vicissitudes and mystery.

Every brick and stone on the tower seems to carry the memory of history, inspiring awe in all who behold it.

The tower seemed to be shrouded in a thin, ethereal veil, with a faint glow flowing around it.

The radiance, like a nimble sprite, darted and intertwined freely around the tower, eventually converging into a series of blurry and ancient phantom characters.

These illusory characters seem to be a call from ancient times, carrying the vicissitudes and mystery of time, slowly rotating, each rotation seemingly telling a story of an unknown past.

"Eastern Heavenly King, Mo Lishou!"

When Xiao Chen saw the contents of the illusory text, he was stunned. He stood there frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place.

Mo Lishou… This name echoed in his mind, and it seemed quite different from the dark figure he had seen at the beginning.

In his memory, the dark figure was mysterious and blurry, exuding a sinister and eerie aura, but the three words "Mo Lishou" reminded him of another world.

Moreover, isn't Mo Lishou a figure from mythology?

In those ancient myths and legends, Mo Lishou was one of the Four Heavenly Kings, holding a jade pipa, possessing great magical power, and awe-inspiring.

Why would such a mythical figure appear here?

It appeared within his mysterious inner immortal abode? (End of Chapter)