The Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon Wins! Twenty Thousand Years Ago, was it Ning Yu, disciple of Wei Yuan from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?!

Asura God remained silent, but his Blood Color eyes now held a trace of scrutiny toward the Sun Moon Continent.

That place seemed to have nurtured a Spirit Master civilization entirely different from, and perhaps even more powerful than, that of the Douluo Continent.

At last, amid the deathly silence under countless watchful eyes, the Sky Screen delivered its final judgment!

Golden light gathered into a line of bold characters, branded upon the Firmament and upon the hearts of every Soul Master on the Douluo Continent.

[Winner of this comparison—Sun Moon Continent, Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon!]

[Commentary: Though the Heavenly Dao has its flaws, man can overcome heaven.

Seven Treasures stopping short is already a regret;

Only when Nine Treasures becomes a dragon is there true perfection.]

As the words fell, countless Support-type Spirit Masters on the Douluo Continent felt something within their hearts... shatter.

The Douluo Continent fell into dead silence.

"Winner—the Sun Moon Continent, the Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon!"

This cold verdict was like a merciless slap, striking every Soul Master on the Douluo Continent squarely across the face.

Especially the members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, whose faces turned ashen.

Ning Fengzhi swayed on the verge of collapse. Had Sword Douluo not caught him in time, he would likely have crumpled to the ground.

The pride of his lifetime, the glory his sect had enjoyed for ten thousand years—at this moment, it had all been rendered worthless by comparison.

"Why... why is there a Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon..."

Ning Fengzhi muttered blankly, his eyes bloodshot.

Perhaps the Sky Screen had heard his question, or perhaps it meant to unveil this ancient mystery.

The scene upon it did not fade. Instead, it grew even deeper.

It was as though it intended to draw everyone's minds into that distant river of time.

A solemn narrator slowly spoke, revealing a secret that had been buried for a full twenty thousand years.

[The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and the Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon sprang from the same root.

The divergence of their fates began with a choice made twenty thousand years ago.]

The scene abruptly rewound to an ancient and prosperous era.

[Twenty thousand years ago, powerful figures abounded on the Douluo Continent. Among them, the strongest was Qian Yuhan, who had yet to establish Spirit Hall.

At the time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had already begun to make its mark on the continent through its mutated Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, gradually securing its position as the foremost support-type sect.]

In the scene, the ancient gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stood majestic and imposing. Every disciple within took pride in possessing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

They were arrogant and confident, regarding their Martial Souls as flawless gifts from the gods.

[However, any inheritance may encounter an accident.

Among one generation of disciples in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, an anomaly appeared.]

The scene shifted, focusing on a frail youth.

He too had awakened a Glazed Tile Martial Soul, but it was not a pagoda. Instead, it was an ugly creature with dim treasure-light... a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Lizard.

[This Martial Soul was regarded by the sect as a failed mutation, a disgrace that had sullied the noble bloodline of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Its owner suffered endless rejection and scorn, and was not tolerated by the sect.]

In the scene, the youth named Ning Yu was mocked and bullied by members of his own clan.

All he could do was clutch his unrecognized Martial Soul and curl up in a corner, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

At that moment, the gears of fate began to turn.

[At that very time, an expert from beyond the continent—Wei Yuan—happened to pass by.]

A young man with a tall, upright figure and an extraordinary bearing appeared in the scene.

He had just returned from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes in Sunset Forest, holding an exquisite immortal herb suffused with ethereal light and overflowing with fragrance.

He saw the ostracized Ning Yu, saw the unyielding fire in the youth's eyes, and saw through the limitless potential hidden beneath that "failed" Martial Soul.

[Wei Yuan cherished his talent and pitied his circumstances, taking him as his disciple.]

Under the disdainful gazes of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Wei Yuan walked up to Ning Yu and handed him the immortal herb in his hand.

[This herb is called the Aromatic Silk Beauty, the king among immortal-grade herbs.

Consuming it can remake one's Martial Soul, allowing destruction to give way to rebirth.]

Ning Yu accepted the herb with trembling hands and, encouraged by Wei Yuan, swallowed it in one gulp.

Before long, a miracle occurred!

"Roar—!!!"

A world-shaking Dragon Roar erupted from Ning Yu's body!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Lizard Martial Soul behind Ning Yu shattered inch by inch beneath the herb's medicinal power.

In its place, a phantom divine dragon forged from nine-colored glazed tile soared into the heavens!

Nine precious pearls gleamed brilliantly upon that divine dragon, flawless and complete, sacred beyond compare!

Everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was stunned speechless by this sight, their faces filled with shock and regret.

[Martial Soul Evolution—the shackles were completely removed.

Wei Yuan then took his disciple Ning Yu across the seas to the Sun Moon Continent.

There, Ning Yu continued to grow, establishing a new sect—the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He also swore that his descendants would serve the Sun Moon Royal Family, which had accepted him, for generations.]

The scene froze.

On one side stood the ancient Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which, due to arrogance and prejudice, had personally shut out a hope that could have led the sect to perfection.

On the other stood the newborn Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which had taken root on the Sun Moon Continent and become an unwavering pillar of support for the Royal Family.

The Sky Screen's narrator delivered its final conclusion.

[One choice created two different fates.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect missed its opportunity for evolution and stagnated for twenty thousand years.

Meanwhile, one born from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect seized the hope of a new life, followed Wei Yuan to the Sun Moon Empire, and founded the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.]

[Born from the same source, yet fated so differently. It is truly lamentable.]

Whoosh—!

The truth was laid bare before the world!

The entire Douluo Continent erupted into an uproar!

"My god! So... so the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect split off from our Douluo Continent!"

"It was us... who drove away a 'God-tier Spirit'?!"

(This God-tier Spirit is merely an adjective, so don't take it seriously.)

"The ancestors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were truly foolish and arrogant!"

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Thud!"

Ning Fengzhi could no longer hold himself up and fell to his knees.

This sect master, always known for his elegance and wisdom, was now weeping uncontrollably, looking utterly deranged.

"Ancestor, you have wronged me! Ancestor, you have wronged me!!!"

Ning Fengzhi let out a wail as mournful as a cuckoo crying blood.

So the sect's greatest regret was not that the Heavenly Dao had flaws, but a man-made disaster!

It was the short-sightedness and narrow-mindedness of their ancestors that had personally severed the sect's path to the peak!

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong were also deathly pale. Looking at Ning Fengzhi weeping on his knees, their hearts were filled with mixed emotions.

The sect history they had taken such pride in now appeared to be a colossal joke.

Within the Heaven Burying Coffin.

Wei Yuan looked at the Sky Screen, a trace of reminiscence surfacing in his eyes.

"Ning Yu... that child truly did not disappoint me.

After ten thousand years, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has actually developed to such a degree. Good, very good."

Wei Yuan's gaze seemed to pierce through space-time.

He saw a descendant on the Sun Moon Continent, also surnamed Ning, standing shoulder to shoulder with his own descendant, Wei Tianchen.

"A fitting match. Very good."

Wei Yuan nodded in satisfaction.