Ancestral Return, Dark Sacred Dragon

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, his gaze like a torch as he stared at the Aromatic Silk Beauty in his hand, which was emitting a faint golden light.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he sat cross-legged and carefully consumed the Aromatic Silk Beauty.

In an instant, a rich golden light erupted from within his body, shrouding the entire great hall in a brilliant radiance.

The golden light surged like a tide, as if it were absorbing all the essence between heaven and earth.

A floral fragrance permeated the entire hall.

Ning Fengzhi's body trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, yet his expression remained remarkably calm.

Ning Rongrong clenched her fists nervously, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Ning Fengzhi.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also held their breath, watching Ning Fengzhi with solemn expressions.

A moment later, the phantom of a massive glazed pagoda appeared behind Ning Fengzhi.

The original seven-story glazed pagoda gradually condensed an eighth story amidst the golden light, followed immediately by the ninth!

Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

"Success!"

Ning Rongrong jumped up in excitement, her eyes filled with joy.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also revealed joyful smiles.

Ning Fengzhi slowly opened his eyes, feeling the surging soul power within his body.

He then turned his gaze to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda behind him, a flicker of irrepressible excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda..."

He whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Even though he had known his martial soul would evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda before consuming the herb, he still could not face it calmly when the moment truly arrived.

Collecting his thoughts, he turned his gaze toward Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, his tone solemn.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, you should also consume your immortal herbs as soon as possible."

Compared to himself, Ning Fengzhi actually valued Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo even more.

They were the top-tier strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; if their strength increased, the sect's influence would also rise significantly.

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo exchanged a glance.

Bone Douluo took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and held the Nether Dragon Soul Grass in his hand.

Even after being plucked, the entire immortal herb still radiated a faint, dark purple light, and the silver dragon patterns on the edges of the leaves seemed to come alive, with the faint sound of dragon roars echoing in his ears.

After adjusting his breath for a moment, he did not hesitate to place the Nether Dragon Soul Grass into his mouth.

As soon as the immortal herb entered his mouth, it immediately transformed into a stream of warm energy flowing into his body.

Following that, he opened the jade bottle and drank the Dragon Clan Essence Blood in one gulp.

The two energies converged within Bone Douluo's body, instantly erupting with a powerful energy fluctuation.

Nine soul rings appeared directly around Bone Douluo, and a massive Bone Dragon phantom emerged behind him, letting out a heaven-shaking dragon roar.

Under the scouring of the two forces, the originally pale Bone Dragon body began to be covered with a layer of deep black dragon scales, and the dragon eyes flickered with a dark light, as if a giant beast had awakened from ancient times.

Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, and the others watching from the side all wore expressions of anticipation and nervousness.

Bone Douluo's aura climbed continuously, and the surrounding air seemed to be twisted by an invisible force.

His martial soul was undergoing a earth-shattering transformation, and after an unknown amount of time, the flickering Bone Dragon solidified.

"Dark Sacred Dragon!"

Sword Douluo was the first to recognize the martial soul the Bone Dragon had evolved into.

The current Dark Sacred Dragon was pitch black, with every scale shimmering with a dark luster.

Its skull was ferocious and fierce, and its dragon eyes were deep and cold, like two burning black flames.

Its limbs were thick and powerful, with dark light flickering on the tips of its claws.

On its back were a pair of massive dragon wings covered in black patterns, and its thick dragon tail was as sharp as a spear.

Just looking at it, a sense of oppression rushed toward them.

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth in shock; she felt that Uncle Bone's martial soul seemed exceptionally domineering.

A moment later, Bone Douluo slowly opened his eyes, a dark light flashing within them, deep and cold.

He stood up, dark energy flowing faintly around his body, as if he were a giant dragon walking out of ancient times, his pressure overflowing, making one afraid to look directly at him.

Every step he took seemed to carry heavy power, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

"How do you feel?"

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, his gaze filled with concern.

Bone Douluo smiled slightly, a confident arc forming at the corner of his mouth, his voice low and powerful.

"Better than ever!"

"This Nether Dragon Soul Grass is truly extraordinary; my martial soul has already evolved into the Dark Sacred Dragon."

He paused, raising his palm, where black soul power faintly swirled.

"Perhaps due to the Martial Soul Evolution, my Dark Sacred Dragon leans more toward defense than offense, possessing immense physical strength. At the same time, the spatial power inherent to the Bone Dragon martial soul has not vanished."

As he spoke, a flash of satisfaction crossed his eyes; clearly, he was pleasantly surprised by the results of this evolution.

However, a moment later, his expression suddenly shifted, his brows knitting together as if he felt some discomfort.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo simultaneously sensed his abnormality, their brows furrowing as their gazes landed on Bone Douluo.

"Quick, quickly have someone bring some food..."

Bone Douluo's voice carried a hint of urgency. His hand pressed instinctively against his abdomen, feeling a hunger rising from within—a sensation growing increasingly intense, as if it were hollowing out his stomach.

Though Ning Fengzhi did not understand the reason, he reacted swiftly, immediately waving his hand to instruct the attendants.

"Go prepare some snacks, the more the better!"

The attendants dared not delay, quickly bringing over tray after tray of exquisite pastries.

Bone Douluo usually disliked sweets, but at this moment, he refused nothing, grabbing the pastries and stuffing them into his mouth.

His movements were not crude, yet they carried an indescribable urgency, as if every bite were a race against time.

But even after devouring all the pastries like a whirlwind, Bone Douluo's hunger had not diminished in the slightest.

His brows furrowed deeper, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"Tell them to bring more meat."

Once these words were spoken, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect instantly burst into activity.

The chefs in the cafeteria received the message and immediately began preparing large quantities of meat; golden, glistening roasted beast meat and fragrant stews were brought out plate after plate.

Bone Douluo sat before the table, tucking in without ceremony.

His movements were rapid, each bite carrying a bold, heroic air.

After a full hour of eating, his movements finally began to slow, and the look of urgency on his face faded slightly.

Ning Rongrong stood to the side, her eyes filled with worry, and she could not help but ask softly.

"Grandpa Bone, what is wrong with you? Why has your appetite become so large after the Martial Soul Evolution?"

Her voice held a trace of unease; she was clearly bewildered by Bone Douluo's change.

Ning Fengzhi also frowned, his gaze thoughtful.

"Uncle Gu, how do you feel now? The Martial Soul Evolution for the rest of us didn't cause any physical side effects!"

His tone carried a hint of doubt; he was clearly puzzled by Bone Douluo's situation.

Bone Douluo set down the bone in his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Hahahaha... I suspect it is because the power of my bloodline has grown stronger, and my vitality has begun to flourish."

His voice held a hint of pride; he was clearly quite satisfied with his own transformation.

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded gently, a flash of realization crossing his eyes.

"If that is the case, Uncle Gu, your situation must be the same as the Ye Family boy's father."

"Kirin Douluo also possesses a powerful bloodline and extremely vigorous vitality."

His tone carried a touch of nostalgia, as he had clearly thought of someone familiar.

Bone Douluo nodded, his smile growing even brighter.

"Indeed, with the change in my martial soul, my soul skills have also shifted accordingly."

"I truly need to spend this time re-adapting to my own power."

He turned his gaze toward Sword Douluo, his eyes flashing with a hint of provocation.

"Old Sword, hurry up and consume that immortal herb the boy gave you. Once I have adapted, let us spar again!"

His tone was brimming with confidence.

Sword Douluo let out a soft huff, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Old Bone, I shall be waiting."