Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

The moment Zhou Yiqiao stepped into the sixth level of the quenching table, he immediately felt a scene that was completely different from the previous five levels.

The scene on the sixth floor seems like two different worlds compared to the previous five floors.

The harshness of the environment was beyond his imagination.

The space on the sixth floor is much wider than the floors below, but the spiritual power here no longer exists in the form of vortices, but instead forms spiritual power storms.

These storms raged in the space, like roaring dragons, crashing madly around the platform.

If the protection around the platform had not shown any signs of weakening, Zhou Yiqiao would even think that these spiritual power storms could break through the barriers at any time.

Compared with the first five floors, the air on the sixth floor was filled with a suffocating heat, and the temperature was definitely dozens of times higher than that of the previous ones.

Although Zhou Yiqiao's body had been tempered to be extremely strong, he still felt an unprecedented burning pain under the invasion of this heat wave.

Fortunately, with the breakthrough of the Tiangang Body Tempering Technique, the Qi and blood in his body underwent a qualitative change. Although it could not help him block the pain, it was effective in resisting the erosion of the heat wave on his body.

"If I hadn't broken through the Tiangang Body Tempering Technique, I would have been burned to ashes the moment I entered this place, right?"

Zhou Yiqiao endured the scorching heat, squinting his eyes and looking through the mist at the entrance to the seventh floor, feeling extremely complicated.

When he had just broken through the fourth level of the Tiangang Body Tempering Art, he was so carried away that he thought his body tempering ability was already among the best in the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect.

But now that he had just entered the sixth floor, he was given a loud slap in the face.

You should know that the sixth floor is also empty. The four best people in the sect mentioned by Chen Fan have obviously entered a higher level of cultivation. This makes him realize the gap between himself and the top cultivators in the sect.

"The road of cultivation is long and arduous. Every breakthrough is just a new starting point, not the end."

"The road is long and difficult."

Zhou Yiqiao sighed, and immediately discarded all distracting thoughts and complacency in his mind. He set off again, determined to test his limits on this quenching table.

Although Chen Fan had reminded him to do things within his ability, Zhou Yiqiao also had his own determination.

He wanted to know how big the gap was between his current strength and the top group of body-building monks in the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect.

Zhou Yiqiao walked towards the depths of the sixth floor, being extremely cautious with every step.

As he went deeper, the spiritual energy storm around him became more violent. The force that could almost tear apart space made his body feel unprecedented oppression.

"Fortunately, it's within the acceptable range."

He whispered to himself, then started practicing the Tiangang Body Tempering Technique, trying to adapt to the spiritual power impact of the sixth level of the quenching table.

However, a solemn expression soon appeared on his face, because the deeper he went, the more powerful the spiritual storm became.

Even if he was prepared, the pressure on his body was increasing exponentially...

About ten minutes later, Zhou Yiqiao finally reached the depths of the sixth floor. This location was only one step away from the seventh floor of the quenching table, but at the same time, the power of the spiritual storm reached an extremely terrifying level.

He stood in front of the entrance to the seventh floor, recalling Chen Fan's advice in his mind, and hesitated for a moment.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, resolutely took his right foot and walked towards the seventh floor.

He felt that since he had persisted all the way here, it would be a great pity if he chose to retreat without giving it a try.

Therefore, even if the spiritual power storm on the seventh floor blew towards him like a strong wind through the restrictions between the floors, he still chose to move forward.

"Oh!"

"Boom!"

The moment Zhou Yiqiao's right foot stepped onto the seventh level of the quenching table, a spiritual power storm even more violent than the sixth level directly enveloped him.

This force, like a galloping horse, hit his body fiercely with the power to destroy everything.

He groaned, feeling that every bone in his body was groaning under the impact of this force.

Zhou Yiqiao was shocked and immediately practiced the Tiangang Body Refining Technique to increase his body's defense to the extreme.

However, at this moment, his eyes penetrated the storm and saw a figure looming in the vortex of spiritual power.

He was a cultivator who was tempering his body. He was obviously a disciple of the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect, and was most likely one of the four people Chen Fan mentioned.

The monk seemed to have noticed Zhou Yiqiao's arrival. He slowly turned his head and their eyes met in the storm.

None of them spoke, but there was a hint of inquiry and wariness in their looks at each other.

The cultivator's body was extremely strong. In such a violent storm of spiritual power, his body was as steady as a rock, and every impact of spiritual power seemed to be under his control.

This made Zhou Yiqiao realize that the opponent's strength should not be underestimated.

After looking at each other for a moment, Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath. He knew that his limit was about to be reached.

Although he wanted to continue moving forward, his mind told him that if he forced his way forward, his life might be in danger.

He bowed to the unknown monk from the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect, then slowly retreated, left the entrance of the seventh floor, and returned to the sixth floor.

The moment he exited the seventh floor, Zhou Yiqiao felt the spiritual pressure on his body suddenly relieved, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he clearly realized that there was still a big gap between him and the top body-building monks in the Northern Wilderness Holy Sect.

"This is just the person with the lowest level of body forging mentioned by Brother Chen. It seems that I still have a long way to go."

Zhou Yiqiao pondered in his heart, and decided not to try to enter higher levels for the time being, but to continue tempering his body on the sixth level until he had used up all the healing and blood-qi elixirs he carried with him, and then end this journey of tempering his body on the quenching table.

Time lost its meaning on the quenching table. Zhou Yiqiao was fully immersed in cultivation and forgot about everything in the outside world.

His consciousness was completely integrated with his body, and he could clearly feel the effects of his spiritual power and the changes in every inch of his body.

As time went by, Zhou Yiqiao felt that his body was gradually becoming stronger under the tempering of spiritual power.

His energy and blood power was also constantly increasing, and each breath became deeper and more powerful.

Zhou Yiqiao practiced hard on the quenching table for decades without sleep, until one day, when he realized that he had only a few pills left, he ended this fulfilling yet regretful journey of practice.