Back to the Sect! A Seven-Year-Old Soul Elder!

Zhao Tian withdrew his spirit, and the three Soul Rings slowly dissipated.

He looked up toward the distant horizon. The wind and snow of the Extreme North still howled, but his heart was filled with unprecedented certainty.

Level thirty-two Soul Elder, three Soul Rings, two hundred years and one thousand years.

And these Radiant Holy Wings, which could break through every restriction.

His path as a spirit master had taken another firm step forward.

"Teacher, let's go home."

Zhao Tian spoke softly.

Chen Xin looked at him and nodded with a smile.

"Good, let's go home."

The return journey was much faster than the trip there.

Zhao Tian spread his Radiant Holy Wings. The golden wings beat as he soared through the wind and snow of the Extreme North, moving so quickly that even Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword could barely keep up.

"This kid is even faster than me flying on my sword!"

Chen Xin was secretly amazed.

Although he was a level ninety-six Super Douluo, and his sword-flying speed was already extremely fast, the speed Zhao Tian displayed now showed faint signs of surpassing him.

This was only after obtaining his spirit skill. Once his proficiency increased in the future, his speed would become even more terrifying.

"Tian'er, slow down! Rongrong is still waiting for you at home. There's no point in running so fast!"

Chen Xin shouted helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tian slowed down slightly, but he could not suppress the excitement in his eyes.

Flying—this feeling was truly wonderful.

He was no longer restricted by terrain or altitude. He could go wherever he wanted.

In his previous life, he had only been an ordinary person and had never experienced the thrill of soaring freely through the sky.

Now, with only a thought, he could break through the clouds and look down upon the earth.

This strengthened his resolve to become stronger.

As they headed south, the temperature gradually rose, and the land covered in ice and snow was slowly replaced by green.

When the mountain gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect appeared in his field of vision, a warm feeling of returning home surged within Zhao Tian's heart.

"We're here."

Chen Xin controlled the Seven Kill Sword and slowly descended. Zhao Tian also withdrew his Radiant Holy Wings and landed in the square before the sect's main hall.

The Bone Dragon transformed from Gu Rong followed closely behind and landed in human form.

As soon as the three of them stood still, a green figure came running from the distance.

"Zhao Tian!!!"

Ning Rongrong rushed to Zhao Tian like a gust of wind and threw herself directly into his arms. She hugged his waist tightly with both hands, burying her little face against his chest.

Zhao Tian was knocked half a step backward. Looking down at the small figure in his arms, he reached out and rubbed her head.

"I'm back."

"Wuwuwu... you're finally back... Rongrong waited for you for so, so long..."

Ning Rongrong's voice was choked with tears, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Zhao Tian's heart softened, and he consoled her gently, "It's all right. Look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

Ning Rongrong raised her head. Her eyes were red, and tear marks still remained on her little face. She examined Zhao Tian from head to toe several times, and only after confirming that he truly had not lost any limbs did she break into a smile through her tears.

"You've gotten thinner! And darker! You definitely didn't eat properly!"

Zhao Tian did not know whether to laugh or cry. "There wasn't anything delicious in the Extreme North. I really didn't eat very well."

"Then Rongrong will have the kitchen make you something delicious! Wait here!"

After saying that, Ning Rongrong turned around and was about to run.

Zhao Tian grabbed her. "No rush. Let's go see Teacher first."

Only then did Ning Rongrong remember. She hurriedly nodded. "Right, right, right! Father is waiting for you too!"

Ning Fengzhi had been waiting in the sect's main hall for quite some time.

When he saw that the three of them had returned safely, the worry on his face finally transformed into a smile.

"Tian'er, how did the trip go?"

Zhao Tian stepped forward and bowed. "Teacher, this disciple has successfully obtained his third Soul Ring—the Aurora Phoenix Sparrow, with four thousand years of cultivation."

"My Soul Power has reached level thirty-two. My third spirit skill is Radiant Holy Wings, which possesses three abilities: flight, defense, and long-range attack. Its speed is extremely fast, and its flying altitude is unlimited."

After hearing this, a trace of shock flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes before turning into wild joy.

"A four-thousand-year Soul Ring! A level-thirty-two Soul Elder!"

"Tian'er, you're only seven years old!"

A seven-year-old Soul Elder was an extremely rare existence throughout the history of the Douluo Continent.

Even those legendary powerhouses might not have reached such a height at the same age.

"It was all thanks to Teacher and the cultivation of the two guardian elders."

Zhao Tian spoke neither arrogantly nor humbly.

"Enough with that."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, though he could not suppress his smile.

"Your own talent and hard work are what truly matter."

"However..."

His tone shifted, and his gaze fell on Zhao Tian.

"You're only seven years old this year, yet you're already a level-thirty-two Soul Elder."

"Could this speed be too fast?"

Zhao Tian understood Ning Fengzhi's concern.

Cultivating too quickly could result in an unstable foundation, making it easy to encounter bottlenecks later on or even suffer cultivation deviation.

"Teacher, rest assured. This disciple's foundation is extremely solid."

Zhao Tian spoke seriously.

"The cultivation method this disciple practices emphasizes the Four Cultivation Systems advancing together: Soul Power, the physical body, the soul, and spirit skills. None of them is neglected."

"Although my Soul Power Level has increased rather quickly, my foundation is not unstable."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and placed a hand on Zhao Tian's wrist, sending in his Soul Power to examine him carefully.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand, satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

"Indeed, your foundation is even more solid than I imagined."

"Good. Since you're confident, your teacher won't worry too much."

"However, I still have to remind you—haste makes waste. Rest when you should, and don't push yourself too hard."

Zhao Tian nodded. "This disciple will remember."

That evening, Ning Rongrong indeed had the kitchen prepare a large table full of dishes.

Braised ribs, steamed fish, lotus seed soup, roasted chicken wings... they were all Zhao Tian's favorites.

Ning Rongrong sat beside Zhao Tian and kept putting food into his bowl, muttering, "Eat more, eat more. Just look at how thin you've become."

Zhao Tian looked at the mountain of food in his bowl and smiled helplessly.

"Rongrong, that's enough. I can't eat all of this."

"No! You must finish all of it in front of Rongrong!"

Ning Rongrong planted her hands on her hips, looking utterly unwilling to negotiate.

Looking at her serious little expression, the corners of Zhao Tian's lips curved up slightly, and he lowered his head to begin eating.

Ning Fengzhi sat to the side, watching the warm interaction between the two children, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

After Zhao Tian returned, Rongrong had clearly become that lively, smiling little girl again.

During the days Zhao Tian had been away, she had been gloomy all over, with hardly any interest in cultivating.

It seems Rongrong truly can't be without Tian'er.

After the meal, Zhao Tian returned to his own courtyard.

He stood in the courtyard, looking up at the starry sky overhead, and took a deep breath.

Seven years old, level-thirty-two Soul Elder, three Soul Rings, Radiant Phoenix Spirit.

This starting point was already quite good.

But he knew that the true path to becoming a powerhouse had only just begun.

The road ahead was still long.

"Time to continue cultivating."

Zhao Tian entered his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began circulating the Radiant Divine Canon.

Golden light once again enveloped his entire body.

The mountain gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stood quietly in the night, brightly lit.

The news of Zhao Tian's return quickly spread throughout the entire sect.

Everyone knew that their young sect master had already become a Soul Elder.

A seven-year-old Soul Elder.

This record had never existed in the history of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.