Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi had already absorbed his eighth Soul Ring and officially stepped into the realm of Soul Douluo.
Looking at the pitch-black Soul Ring that had appeared on his body, Ning Fengzhi could not suppress the corners of his mouth at all. Then, he burst into unrestrained laughter, his shoulders trembling slightly.
"Ha ha ha! I did it! I'm a Soul Douluo now!"
"Congratulations, Fengzhi."
Sword Douluo was sincerely happy for Ning Fengzhi as well.
"Uncle Sword, I've waited far too long for this day.
Now, I have the confidence to make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect the greatest sect under heaven!"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes burned with fighting spirit, along with the vigor of his youth.
Once a person reached middle age, they truly needed a success to inspire themselves. Otherwise, it was all too easy to sink into decline.
Of course, Ning Fengzhi possessed sufficient status, so he would not truly fall into decline.
It was simply that he had previously been content to preserve what he had, finding it difficult to advance further.
But now, his enterprising spirit had returned. He wanted to shoulder the task of revitalizing the sect once more, rather than place its future upon his daughter.
Because he had regrown his wings—strong wings capable of soaring through the skies.
Looking at the high-spirited Ning Fengzhi before him, Sword Douluo could not help but smile.
It was as though he had seen that ambitious youth again.
This was very good.
"Fengzhi, Poison Douluo discovered us just now and came over to inspect the situation.
He should know that you've broken through to Soul Douluo."
"What?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly. He had not expected Dugu Bo to appear at such a time.
"He seemed to know that the pills Han Li gave you caused