Inside the Quiet Chamber.
Chen Shu sat cross-legged, his eyes closed.
At the peak of the Eighth Tier, his Spirit Sea had grown terrifyingly vast and possessed immense power. Whenever he cultivated, the Spirit Power around him surged toward him, transforming into a structure unique to him. His Spirit Sea compressed and refined it into Spirit Power of extraordinarily high quality. Along the way, it passed through a Mark that imbued it with Divine Power and its refining effect.
One step further, and he would reach the Ninth Tier.
The highest rank beneath the Deities in this world.
Only one step away.
Chen Shu could already feel that, for several reasons, his Spirit Sea at the peak of the Eighth Tier was far stronger than a normal one. He could hardly imagine what it would be like at the Ninth Tier.
Gradually, he grew tired.
Chen Shu opened his eyes. The Quiet Chamber was pitch-black, lit only by the faint indicator lights on the three Game Pods.
Qingqing, who had been sitting beside him, had gone out too.
Her cultivation sessions were slightly shorter than his, so whenever they both devoted themselves fully to it, she was always the first to finish.
Chen Shu rose and headed out. At the door, he glanced back. A fine layer of dust had settled on the Game Pods—he had neglected them lately, wasting such excellent gaming equipment. Once everything was taken care of, he would lavish attention on them every single day.
He would cancel his daily cultivation altogether.
With that thought, Chen Shu opened the door and went out.
It was already late at night. After washing up, he lay in bed as usual and checked the news.
There had not been much major news lately. Aside from Lanya agreeing, for the