"Eight levels... it really is eight levels!"
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda resting in Ning Fengzhi's palm was formed from nearly transparent glazed crystal.
A gentle radiance slowly spread outward, bringing a sense of reassurance and harmony.
There were still only seven Soul Rings, but it had gained an additional level compared to before. In other words, Ning Fengzhi could reach Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, with level 89 as his limit.
It was somewhat regrettable that he could not become a Titled Douluo, but for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's long-cherished wish, this was still tremendous progress.
Ning Rongrong?
Well, her future was promising!
Everyone gradually gathered their astonishment, and Sword Douluo said with emotion:
"Fengzhi! When are we going to find a Soul Beast? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda only has those fixed Soul Skills, but the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda..."
"We need to give it some thought." Ning Fengzhi pondered. "There's no rush to absorb a Soul Ring. First, we should see what kind of Soul Ring would suit me best."
"Indeed." Bone Douluo nodded as well. "It can also help pave the way for Rongrong. Even if you absorb the wrong one, it doesn't matter."
"Just treat it as a lesson. It's fine to use the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, as long as nothing goes wrong on Rongrong's side."
"That makes sense. This time, I agree with Bone's idea. Rongrong is the one with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, so it's perfect for Fengzhi to test the waters first."
Sword Douluo nodded as he spoke.
Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo's words left Ning Fengzhi with black lines across his face. His breathing caught for an instant, as though his chest had been viciously stabbed twice.