Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

On the 8th Level, the pressure he felt was obviously different. The pressure that he felt was as heavy as a mountain. Ao Lingchen stood in the golden light, his bones felt like they were being pressed down by a thousand pound mountain.    

"So strong!"    

The gravity that came from the ninth level not only suppressed Ao Lingchen's shoulders like a mountain, but also caused the Yuan Qi circulating in his body to pause. It was as if the Yuan Qi was also withstanding the gravity.    

The changes in the Yuan Qi in his body caused Ao Lingchen to frown slightly. This change was only felt when he stepped into the eighth level. This feeling was completely different from the seventh level. If the pressure given by the seventh level was a huge rock, then... The pressure here was like a mountain.    

Sensing the changes in his body, Ao Lingchen raised his head and looked at the golden steps above him. This was the first time he felt that the source was so close. As for the pressure on his body, in his opinion, it wasn't a bad thing. Although the surrounding pressure had a huge impact on the Yuan Qi in his body, it was constantly increasing its strength.    

Ao Lingchen had never been so sensitive to the changes in his cells. However, he could clearly feel that his muscles were becoming more powerful under the pressure, and the Yuan Qi in his body was becoming more and more pure.    

The main purpose of stepping into the Heavenly Martial Ladder was to use this mysterious force to temper his body and Yuan Qi. To Ao Lingchen, the stronger this force, the better.    

He allowed the golden light and the enormous pressure to envelop his body, and the Creation Spell quietly moved. It quickly circulated the Yuan Qi in his body, speeding up the improvement of his body. Ao Lingchen's eyes were fixed on the ninth layer of the golden light, which was exerting pressure on him. The news he got from Suen Zhiming had piqued his interest in the source.    

The strength in his body kept increasing. Ao Lingchen made a decision in his heart. He wanted to break through to the ninth floor. Even if it was difficult for him to succeed, he would still try it out.    

Perhaps this kind of rash action would cause some injuries to his body, or even serious injuries.    

However, this kind of opportunity to break through was hard to come by. Ao Lingchen believed that even if he failed to break through to the ninth level, he would still be able to obtain some benefits.    

A strong fighting intent emerged in Ao Lingchen's eyes. He glanced at the golden light above him and retracted his sharp gaze. Then, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes, treating the eighth floor as a place of seclusion.    

Ao Lingchen knew very well that he could still feel the pressure from the eighth floor. Breaking through to the ninth floor was an act of self-abuse, and it was also an act of humiliation. If he wanted to break through to the ninth floor, he needed to have a certain level of improvement. At the very least, it would allow one's physical body and Yuan Qi to be raised to the limits of the eighth level, allowing one to completely withstand the pressure of the eighth level. He could come and go as he pleased.    

After sitting down cross-legged, Ao Lingchen's mind immediately sank into the familiar Bloody Space. There were still no major changes in this place. There was a blood-red space and a huge tower. Apart from these things, there was nothing else.    

Ao Lingchen had entered the Bloody Space many times, and this was a common occurrence for him. He completely ignored them and simply waved his fist in the same spot, using the most ordinary basic Fist Technique to slowly swing it.    

During this period of time, Ao Lingchen had obtained a lot of martial skills. Each of them was more powerful than the last, especially those he had obtained from the Martial Monolith in the underground palace. The power was astonishing, and the destructive aura that was unleashed from them was very oppressive.    

Sometimes, when a person grasped too many martial skills... He would often be at a loss, and he would be unable to extricate himself from it. This was what Ao Lingchen was worried about. The Ten Directions Annihilation was too terrifying. The destructive power of the Ten Directions Annihilation was too easy to get addicted to.    

If Ao Lingchen's current cultivation base was enough for him to fully unleash the Ten Directions Annihilation, then it wouldn't be a problem. The problem was that he wasn't able to use his current strength. If he wanted to forcefully use it... The only consequence would be that he would suffer a backlash from the Power of Destruction. In the end, both of them would suffer great losses.    

The more powerful a martial skill was, the more it required a powerful physique to support it. Otherwise, if he could not withstand that force, the backlash would easily cause him to collapse. This was also the reason why Ao Lingchen would rather use those kinds of Power of Destruction to self-destruct weapons than try to use Ten Directions Annihilation with all his might when facing powerful enemies.    

While Ao Lingchen quietly waved the Basic Fist Technique, a shadow appeared on the tall tower not far away. He clenched his fists and waved them. Compared to it, Ao Lingchen had been practicing the Basic Fist Technique for many years. He still felt like a master compared to a beginner.    

Especially when the shadow was waving its fist, its body was emitting a natural artistic conception. This was the realm of Dao Initiation.    

Ao Lingchen did not mind this kind of strange feeling. He stared at the shadow of the fist, learning from it, and improving in imitation. He knew one thing, practice makes perfect.    

In Bloody Space, Ao Lingchen's consciousness moved along with the shadow. His fists were full of artistic conception. In the outside world, his body also moved, and an ordinary basic Fist Technique followed.    

"Look, that god of killing is boxing!"    

The moment Ao Lingchen stood up, it affected everyone's hearts. After Suen Zhiming left the Heavenly Martial Ladder, he became the most dazzling existence, and everyone was paying attention to his every move.    

He sat cross-legged, feeling the gravity and borrowing the mysterious force to temper his Yuan Qi. In everyone's eyes, this was a normal behavior. Although everyone was shocked that Ao Lingchen had stepped into the eighth level with his Martial Master Late Period cultivation base, but thinking about the storm he caused, I can accept it.    

Now that Ao Lingchen had suddenly stood up and started punching, no one could understand what was happening. Could it be that he could improve even faster like this?    

Ao Lingchen had no idea about the doubts of everyone, even if he knew. The effect of practicing boxing under such a heavy pressure was naturally better than other places. Furthermore, it was several times better. However, the Heavenly Martial Ladder would only be opened for one day a week, so it wouldn't be opened for much time. Everyone wished that they could spend all their time tempering their Yuan Qi. No one had ever attempted to practice martial arts on the scaling stairs.    

Ao Lingchen didn't know that because of his actions, the Tianwu Academy would create a storm of martial arts on the scaling ladder in the future. In the end, this storm would become the mainstream, and it would become a tradition.    

Ao Lingchen did not know about the changes in the future. Right now, he did not have the mood to care about other things. Under the influence of the shadow of the Bloody Space, he was obsessed with the basic Fist Technique.    

Only after seeing the basic Fist Technique used by the shadow did Ao Lingchen know. It turned out that a simple set of basic Fist Technique could be used in such a way. When he raised his hand and raised his leg, he unleashed a natural artistic conception. It gave people the feeling that this was the Dao, returning to its original state.    

Ao Lingchen knew very well that it wasn't because of the ability of the basic Fist Technique, but because of the existence of the skill.    

As he followed the shadow and waved the Fist Technique, Ao Lingchen felt that not only did he have a deep understanding of the Basic Fist Technique, but he also had a certain understanding of the martial way.    

"It's time to return!"    

The improvement of the Fist Technique made a smile appear on Ao Lingchen's face. He looked away from the shadow and his consciousness disappeared.    

His eyes lit up, and the blood-red scene became bright. A golden light shone in his eyes. Ao Lingchen slowly waved his fist, feeling the changes in his body.    

It had to be said that the current situation in his body delighted him. The pressure in his body had eased up a lot, and his muscles had become more explosive and powerful. The Yuan Qi in his body had become shockingly pure, and his overall strength had increased by at least thirty percent.    

Putting aside everything else, just the changes in his body made Ao Lingchen feel that this trip was worth it.    

"The ninth level!"    

Putting away his waving fist, Ao Lingchen raised his head and looked at the golden ninth floor, his heart filled with fanaticism.