Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as a torch as he stared at the Aromatic Silk Beauty glowing faintly with golden light in his hand.
His fingertips trembled slightly. Sitting cross-legged, he carefully swallowed the Aromatic Silk Beauty.
In an instant, a dense golden radiance burst forth from within him, enveloping the entire hall in dazzling light.
The golden light surged like a tide, as though it were about to absorb all the essence between heaven and earth.
A floral fragrance filled the entire hall.
Ning Fengzhi's body trembled slightly, fine beads of sweat forming at his temples, yet his expression remained exceedingly calm.
Ning Rongrong clenched her fists nervously, staring unblinkingly at Ning Fengzhi.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also held their breaths, watching Ning Fengzhi with grave expressions.
A moment later, the phantom of a massive glazed tile pagoda emerged behind Ning Fengzhi.
The originally seven-story glazed tile pagoda gradually formed an eighth level amid the golden light, followed immediately by a ninth!
Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
"Success!"
Ning Rongrong jumped up excitedly, her eyes filled with delight.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also revealed joyful smiles.
Ning Fengzhi slowly opened his eyes, feeling the surging Soul Power within his body.
Then his gaze fell upon the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda behind him, and an irrepressible excitement flashed through his eyes.
"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda..."
He murmured softly, his voice trembling slightly.
He had clearly known before taking it that his Martial Soul would evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Yet when this moment truly arrived, he still could not face it calmly.
Composing himself, he turned his gaze toward Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, his tone solemn.
"Uncle Sword, Uncle Gu, you should take the immortal herbs as soon as possible as well."
Compared to himself, Ning Fengzhi actually valued Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo even more.
They were the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's foremost powers. If they grew stronger, the sect's influence would increase substantially as well.
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 emitted a dim dark-purple glow. The silver dragon patterns along its leaves seemed to come alive, and the faint sound of dragon roars echoed by his ears.
After regulating his breath for a moment, he placed the Nether Dragon Soul Grass into his mouth without hesitation.
The instant the immortal herb entered his mouth, it transformed into a warm stream of energy that flowed into his body.
Immediately afterward, he opened the jade vial and drained the Dragon Clan Essence Blood in a single gulp.
The two energies gathered within Bone Douluo's body simultaneously. In an instant, they erupted with a powerful energy fluctuation.
Nine soul rings emerged directly around Bone Douluo, while the phantom of a massive Bone Dragon appeared behind him and let out an earth-shaking dragon roar.
Washed by the two powers, the Bone Dragon's originally pale body began to be covered in deep black dragon scales. Dim light flickered in its dragon eyes, as though it were a colossal beast awakening from ancient times.
Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, and the others watching from the side all revealed expressions of anticipation and tension.
Bone Douluo's aura rose continuously, and the surrounding air seemed to twist beneath an invisible force.
His Martial Soul was undergoing an earth-shattering transformation. No one knew how long passed before the flickering Bone Dragon finally solidified.
"Dark Sacred Dragon!"
Sword Douluo immediately recognized the Martial Soul that the Bone Dragon had evolved into.
The Dark Sacred Dragon was entirely black, every scale glinting with a dim luster.
Its skull was fierce and savage, its dragon eyes like two burning black flames—deep and cold.
Its limbs were thick and powerful, with dim light gleaming from the tips of its claws.
A pair of enormous dragon wings covered in black patterns extended from its back, while its thick dragon tail was as sharp as a spear.
Merely looking at it brought an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Ning Rongrong opened her mouth in shock. She felt that Grandpa Bone's Martial Soul seemed especially imposing.
A moment later, Bone Douluo slowly opened his eyes. A dim gleam flashed through them, deep and cold.
He rose to his feet, dark aura faintly circulating around him. He seemed like an ancient dragon that had stepped out of primordial times, radiating such pressure that no one dared meet his eyes.
Every step he took seemed to carry immense weight. The ground trembled faintly, and a suffocating pressure filled the air.
"How do you feel?"
Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, concern in his eyes.
Bone Douluo smiled slightly, a confident curve appearing on his lips. His voice was low and forceful.
"Better than ever!"
"This Nether Dragon Soul Grass truly is extraordinary. My Martial Soul has evolved into the Dark Sacred Dragon."
He paused and raised his palm. Black Soul Power faintly flowed across it.
"Perhaps because of the Martial Soul Evolution, my Dark Sacred Dragon leans more toward defense than offense. Its physical strength is incomparably powerful. At the same time, the spatial power possessed by my Bone Dragon Martial Soul has not disappeared."
As he said this, satisfaction flashed through his eyes. He was clearly immensely pleased by the result of this Martial Soul Evolution.
However, a moment later, his expression suddenly changed. His brows furrowed slightly, as though he had felt some discomfort.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo both noticed something unusual about him. Their brows drew together as their gazes fell on Bone Douluo.
"Quick, have someone bring some food..."
There was urgency in Bone Douluo's voice. His hand unconsciously pressed against his abdomen as he felt hunger rise from within him. The sensation intensified, as though it were going to hollow out his stomach.
Though Ning Fengzhi did not understand why, he reacted swiftly and immediately waved for the attendants.
"Go prepare some pastries, as many as possible!"
The attendants did not dare delay and quickly brought over tray after tray of exquisite pastries.
Bone Douluo normally never liked sweets, but now he refused nothing, grabbing pastries and stuffing them into his mouth.
His movements were not crude, yet they carried an indescribable urgency, as though every bite were a race against time.
Yet even after he devoured every last pastry like a whirlwind, Bone Douluo's hunger did not lessen in the slightest.
His brow furrowed even more deeply, and his voice carried a trace of helplessness.
"Have them bring more meat."
The moment those words were spoken, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect became bustling.
The chefs in the dining hall 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 and feasted without restraint.
He moved quickly, every bite carrying a bold and heroic air.
Only after eating for a full two hours did his movements gradually slow, and the urgency on his face receded somewhat.
Ning Rongrong stood nearby, her eyes full of worry. She could not help asking softly.
"Grandpa Bone, what is wrong with you? Why has your appetite become so huge after your Martial Soul Evolution?"
Her voice carried a trace of unease. She was clearly confused by Bone Douluo's changes.
Ning Fengzhi also frowned, contemplation in his eyes.
"Uncle Gu, how do you feel now? None of our Martial Soul Evolutions caused any physical effects!"
There was confusion in his tone. He clearly did not understand Bone Douluo's condition.
Bone Douluo put down the bone in his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled.
"Hahaha... I suppose it is because my bloodline power has become stronger, and my vitality has begun to flourish."
There was a hint of pride in his voice. He was clearly quite satisfied with his changes.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded lightly, understanding flashing through his eyes.
"If that is the case, Uncle Gu, your situation should be the same as that Ye Family boy's father."
"Kirin Douluo also possesses a powerful bloodline and exceptionally vigorous vitality."
His tone carried a trace of sentiment, as though he had thought of someone familiar.
Bone Douluo nodded, the smile on his face growing even brighter.
"Yes. With my Martial Soul changed, my soul skills have changed as well."
"Over this period, I really will have to get used to my power again."
His gaze turned to Sword Douluo, his eyes carrying a hint of provocation.
"Old Sword, hurry up and take the immortal herb that boy gave you. Once I have adapted, the two of us can have another match!"
His tone was full of confidence.
Sword Douluo snorted softly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Old Bone, I'll be waiting."
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