All Chapters of Lucky Son in Law: Chapter 151
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Chapter 151: The Golden Barricade Shattered
The Thousand Buddha Barricade was not merely a wall. It was a divine judgment given form. The golden sutras that linked the thousand warrior monks pulsed with the accumulated faith of a hundred centuries, and from the apex of the formation, a pillar of pure golden energy descended toward Lucas. It was the final sanction—the crushing weight of enlightened martial will, designed to erase impurity from existence. The grey sand beneath Lucas vaporized. The air shrieked as the pillar fell.Lucas looked up.His right hand closed into a fist. The Earth's Core, now fully fused with his Primordial Dragon body, ignited along his knuckles with a dark, volcanic radiance. He planted his feet, rotated his hips, and punched upward against the descending pillar of divine light.The collision did not explode. It split. The compressed force of Lucas's punch created a spinning vortex of wind—a tornado that screamed upward in a perfect column of raw, physical might. The golden pillar, which had been soli
Chapter 152: Arrival at the Fallen Star Continent
The Grand Abbot lay crumpled at the base of the Sky Gate, his golden body broken, his nine-ring staff a twisted U-shape half-buried in grey sand kilometers away. The remaining warrior monks—those who had not collapsed from the backlash of their shattered formation—stared at the black-robed figure with expressions no longer of judgment, but of naked, primal terror. A thousand centuries of undefeated vigilance had ended in the time it took a man to throw a punch and a kick.As Lucas stepped forward, the monks did not raise their hands. They dropped them. One by one, the golden-skinned guardians fell to their knees, their gemstone eyes dimming, their foreheads pressing into the grey powder. Not a single voice protested. Not a single weapon was lifted. The path to the Sky Gate lay open, paved with the prostrate forms of a broken holy army.Lucas extended his hand. Ivy took it without a word, her silver hair catching the bone-white light of the dead sky. Together, they walked past the knee
Chapter 153: The Coffin Dwellers
The curse fog that blanketed the floating ruins stirred. It did not drift on wind—there was no wind in this dead place—but moved with purpose, drawn toward the center of the largest landmass as if summoned by a silent call. The purple sky cracked further, fresh fissures bleeding their dying light across the void.From the abyss below the floating fragments, seven crystalline coffins rose.They ascended slowly, majestically, their surfaces carved with elemental sigils that predated the oldest sects of the four continents. Fire. Water. Earth. Wind. Lightning. Shadow. Light. Each coffin was a prison and a throne, and through their translucent walls, skeletal figures stirred. They were not dead. They had never been dead—merely sealed, frozen in the moment of the Goddess's final sanction, waiting for the cosmic key that would break their chains.The lids shattered simultaneously, a chorus of crystalline explosions that scattered shards across the ruins. Seven figures emerged. They were Lic
Chapter 154: Rain of Bones
The Fire Elder's skull struck the floating stone with a hollow, brittle crack, its eye sockets flickering once before going dark. The blackened vertebrae Lucas had crushed still drifted in the air like ash, and the headless skeleton collapsed into a heap of inert bone. The Eternal Curse Fire, which had promised to roast a sub-continent, had been extinguished before its first syllable.Silence. Then panic.The six remaining Lich elders recoiled, their burning eye sockets fixed on the black-robed figure who had just murdered their strongest brother with the casual ease of a man snapping a dry twig. The elemental flames that wreathed their bodies guttered and flared erratically, betraying terror that their ancient faces could not express. They had slept for a hundred millennia, waiting for gods. They had awakened to something worse."His aura!" shrieked the Water Bone Elder, his voice a bubbling hiss. "It is not merely the Earth's Core! It is fused with the Heavenly Mirror of Retribution
Chapter 155: The Chain Connecting the Black Well
The cosmic ash of the seven Lich elders still drifted in the purple void like the last breath of a dead star. The floating platform where the hexagon formation had detonated was scorched black, its ancient stone groaning as deep fractures spread from the impact point. The entire sub-continent was destabilizing. Chunks of ruined temples cracked away from the edges and tumbled silently into the abyss. The iron chains that held the floating fragments together shuddered, their ancient links grinding against the strain.Lucas did not waste a heartbeat. He crossed the platform in three strides, knelt, and lifted Ivy onto his back. Her arms locked around his neck, her Frost Sword already sheathed, her silver hair whipping in the wind of the continent's death throes. No words passed between them. None were needed.He leaped.The Primordial Dragon's body, dense with the Earth's Core and the Goddess's reflected power, launched from the crumbling platform with enough force to crater the stone be
Chapter 156: Zero-Time Strike
The Void Emperor's single grey eye widened, not with fear, but with the cold, calculating assessment of a predator that had just discovered its prey had fangs. The black frost radiating from Lucas had not merely frozen the air—it had frozen the flow of time itself within a ten-kilometer radius. The curse fog hung motionless. The dust from the shattered Lich elders floated in eternal suspension. Even the bleeding light from the cracked purple sky had stopped, its fissures frozen mid-bleed. This was no ordinary ice. This was the absolute authority of the Primordial Dragon, fused with the Goddess's reflected power, imposing its will upon the fundamental laws of the universe.But the Void Emperor was not an ordinary opponent. He had survived the Goddess's original purge. He had manipulated the Black Well's leakage for longer than most civilizations had existed. The frozen time was an obstacle, not a prison."Impressive, Little Dragon," the Emperor rasped, his voice echoing strangely in th
Chapter 157: Silencing the Supreme Emperor's Arrogance
The Void Emperor knelt at Lucas's feet, his grey iron armor cracked, his single eye wide with the incomprehension of a being who had not been physically dominated since the dawn of his existence. The broken sword that had been his symbol of office lay in the frozen dust, its void-light extinguished. Three miles of dimensional space had been torn apart to drag him here, and the hands that had done the tearing were still wrapped around his throat.Lucas released the Emperor's neck. The ancient tyrant gasped, his half-melted face twisting with rage and humiliation. He tried to rise, his armored knees scraping against the frozen stone, his grey eye blazing with the last embers of his pride."You... dare..." the Emperor rasped, his voice cracking.Lucas's left hand moved. It was not a punch. Not a technique. It was a backhand slap, simple and clean, the kind of strike a man might use to silence a rude drunk at a tavern. No cosmic manipulation. No sword intent. Just the raw, naked force of
Chapter 158: Diving into the Black Well
The headless corpse of the Void Emperor still knelt at the crater's edge, black blood pooling around its shattered knees. The grey iron armor, once the symbol of an undefeated tyrant, was now a hollow shell, rapidly freezing in the lingering cold of Lucas's time-stopping frost. The dimensional tears Lucas had ripped open were slowly mending, their edges crackling with residual void lightning. And at the center of the crater, the Black Well—freed from its final guardian—began to wake.The seal shattered. The thin membrane of crystallized curse energy that had capped the well's mouth cracked apart like ice under a boot, and from the depths of the shaft, a gravitational pull exploded outward. It was not the gentle gravity of a planet. It was the hungry, insatiable pull of absolute nothingness, a vacuum that desired to consume everything that existed. The floating fragments of the Fallen Star Continent lurched. The iron chains that bound them groaned as the pull dragged them toward the we
Chapter 159: The Bottom of the Cosmos
They fell.In the cocoon of black-gold dragon light, Lucas and Ivy plunged through the Black Well's throat. Time lost meaning. Gravity inverted and reversed and vanished entirely. The darkness was not empty—it was thick, crowded with the fossilized screams of everything the well had swallowed across a hundred millennia. Fragments of dead stars. Echoes of collapsed dimensions. The faint, lingering regret of gods who had tried to seal this abyss and failed.Ten seconds passed in the world above. In the well, it felt like a million years.Then they landed.The impact was soft, almost gentle. The dragon cocoon dissolved, and Lucas's boots touched a surface that was neither solid nor liquid—a floor of condensed starlight, smooth as glass and cold as a winter lake. It stretched in every direction, infinite and featureless, a plain of frozen brilliance that reflected the void without illuminating it. The Zero Realm. The absolute bottom of existence.Ivy straightened beside him, her Frost Swo
Chapter 160: Replacing the Law of Destiny
The Star Goddess's final plea still echoed in the telepathic silence of the Zero Realm. Her translucent hand pressed against the invisible barrier, her galaxy-filled eyes brimming with a sorrow that had endured for ten thousand years. She had asked him to leave her. To abandon her to the chains. To preserve the universe at the cost of her eternal suffering.Lucas looked at her for a long moment. Then he laughed. Not the cold, dry laugh of battle. Not the mocking laugh he reserved for arrogant young masters. It was a soft, incredulous chuckle, the sound of a man who had just heard something so absurd he could not help but be amused."You've been tormenting yourself for a million years over this nonsense about cosmic balance?" He shook his head slowly, a trace of genuine pity flickering in his golden eyes. "How ridiculous."He walked forward. The invisible chains of causality—the unbreakable, unalterable divine laws that the ancient texts had declared beyond any force in creation—hummed