Several months after the Soul Master Tournament ended.
At the Martial Arts Arena on the rear mountain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a dazzling seven-colored pillar of light suddenly shot into the sky without warning.
Its radiance was richer than a rainbow and more fluid than an aurora, bathing the entire rear mountain in an otherworldly glow.
The sect disciples all stopped their cultivation, staring uncertainly toward where the light had risen.
At the center of the Martial Arts Arena, Ning Fengzhi sat cross-legged, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda slowly rotating above his palm.
The pagoda was still fashioned from crystal-clear glazed tile, but it had changed from seven levels to eight.
A colored glazed crystal was set into the newly added eighth level, radiating a brilliance even more dazzling than the other seven levels combined.
The entire pagoda's aura had completely changed. It retained the gentle, warm quality of an auxiliary Martial Soul, but it had also gained a restrained sharpness.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood behind him on either side, both staring unblinkingly at the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
"It really worked!"
The two exchanged a glance, their faces filled with delight.
As the light gradually receded, Ning Fengzhi slowly opened his eyes.
He lowered his head to look at the eight-level glazed tile pagoda in his palm. His lips moved for a long while, but he could not utter a single word.
"It worked... It really worked..."
The instant Ning Fengzhi saw that his Martial Soul had truly evolved, his eyes reddened.
The always refined and composed sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect now resembled a child who had received the gift he had dreamed of. His hands trembled slightly as tears streamed down his