Breakthrough to Soul Elder: The Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda Was Not Your Limit!

Years passed in the blink of an eye.

Within the Sky Curtain's display, inside a cultivation chamber of the Clear Sky Sect.

Ning Wuqian sat cross-legged, the Soul Power around him churning violently like boiling water.

Three Soul Rings rotated quietly beneath his feet.

Purple, purple, purple.

The outermost one was such a deep purple that it was nearly black, and it was clearly five thousand years old!

Buzz—

A powerful shockwave exploded outward from his body, and his Soul Power surged instantly!

Level thirty-nine!

Ning Wuqian abruptly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them. The fifteen-year-old boy had long shed his former immaturity, his features now filled with sharpness and composure.

Who could have imagined that the grave robber who had once scavenged among burial mounds would now become a level thirty-nine Soul Elder?

Outside the Sky Curtain, the Chat Group exploded.

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen: What kind of cultivation speed is this? In just a few years, he went from level ten to level thirty-nine? This Fire Domain really is something.]

[Spirit Hall Qian Daoliu: Before the age of ten, he was still an ordinary person with Soul Power so weak it could be ignored. Now, he is already a Soul Elder. Ning Wuqian's cultivation speed is no weaker than that of any genius of our era.]

[Yan: Holy shit! Is this cheating? Even immortals would have to kneel and kowtow before him!]

Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the Sky Curtain, his face twisted with anger.

Four years ago, that brat had been nothing but a complete piece of trash in his eyes!

And now?

A Soul Elder, level thirty-nine!

Yet he, Yu Xiaogang—the master hailed as number one in theory—was still hopelessly stuck at level twenty-nine, unable to advance even a step.

"Why..." His fingernails dug fiercely into his palm, nearly drawing blood. "Why can a piece of trash cultivate so quickly?!"

Tang San stood beside him and gently rubbed his temples as he consoled him in a low voice. "Master, it is only because your Martial Soul underwent a malignant mutation that your development was restricted. In terms of talent alone, you are inferior to no one."

Those words were like a basin of cold water, finally extinguishing some of the hostility in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

He lowered his head dejectedly and said nothing more.

At the same time, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect quietly froze.

Ning Fengzhi's brows knitted tightly together.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong leaned close to him, lowering his voice. "Sect Master... our ancestor's Martial Soul is the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda. His cultivation speed is certainly fast, but in the end... it has a limit."

Ning Fengzhi's expression abruptly darkened.

The Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

The incomplete form of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower—everyone in the sect knew that much.

Its Soul Power limit was Soul Elder!

"This is bad." Ning Fengzhi blurted out, "Our ancestor may have already reached his limit!"

Before his words had even faded.

Within the Sky Curtain, Ning Wuqian began attempting to break through the level-forty bottleneck.

Again and again, his Soul Power crashed against that invisible barrier, only to strike it like a wall of bronze and iron. It would not budge in the slightest.

He panted heavily, cold sweat covering his forehead.

"Is this the end?" Ning Wuqian muttered, his heart sinking bit by bit.

Tang Potian appeared at the doorway at some point, arms folded as he shook his head lightly.

"The Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda is innately flawed. Level thirty-nine is the ceiling of your Martial Soul."

Ning Wuqian's heart went completely cold.

Level thirty-nine.

Forget becoming a Title Douluo—he could not even cross the threshold into Soul Ancestor.

"But the master gave an order." Tang Potian stared at him, speaking each word distinctly. "You must become a Title Douluo before you are worthy of serving as his treasure appraiser."

Ning Wuqian's fists instantly clenched tight.

The ceiling hung directly above his head—what could he use to break through it?!

Tang Potian said no more and turned to walk outside.

"Come with me."

"The master wants to see you."

Ning Wuqian's body trembled. He immediately rose to his feet and followed.

The two passed through the layered halls of the Clear Sky Sect and arrived before a deep, silent cave dwelling.

The cave entrance stood open.

Inside sat a blurry figure. His face could not be seen, but the overwhelming pressure rolling toward them made it hard to breathe.

"Master." Tang Potian dropped to one knee, lowering his head.

The figure merely raised a hand.

"I have long known of the flaw in his Martial Soul."

His voice was calm, yet it seemed to contain the very truths of heaven and earth, making others instinctively believe him.

"For the past four years, I have also watched all of his efforts."

Ning Wuqian's heart shook violently.

The next moment, the figure slowly rose.

Buzz!

An ancient pill furnace materialized from within his body.

Six Soul Rings lit up one after another above the pill furnace.

Purple, black, black, black, black—

When the final Soul Ring illuminated, the entire cave dwelling was dyed blood-red!

Red!

A blinding red!

One hundred thousand years!

Outside the Sky Curtain, the Chat Group fell into instant silence before erupting into earth-shaking discussion.

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen: A hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring! As expected! To have a powerhouse like Tang Potian serving as his servant, this mysterious master truly has that kind of strength!]

[Spirit Hall Qian Daoliu: This old man acknowledges it. This person's strength is likely not beneath my own.]

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

Countless powerful Soul Beasts sensed that familiar yet terrifying aura and threw back their heads in unison, roaring toward the heavens. Their cries shook the mountains and forests!

Inside the cave dwelling.

The figure pointed with two fingers.

The pill furnace burst open, and a cluster of dark blue flames rose from within. The surrounding air instantly warped under the scorching heat.

A Heavenly Flames Martial Soul!

Twin Martial Souls!

Immediately afterward, nine Soul Rings suddenly lit up above the dark blue flames!

Purple, purple, black, black, black, black...

The final three Soul Rings shot their radiance into the sky!

Red! Red! Red!

Three hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings!

The ultimate configuration that even Title Douluo dreamed of possessing!

Inside and outside the Sky Curtain, everyone gasped sharply, their minds going completely blank.

[Shrek Academy Flender: My god... this Heavenly Flames Martial Soul is his main battle Martial Soul, isn't it? This configuration...]

[Yan: Is he fucking a god?! He is definitely a god!!]

With a flip of his wrist, countless top-grade medicinal herbs radiating terrifying spiritual energy floated in the air.

Nine-Leaf Jade Lingzhi, Ten-Thousand-Year Black Ginseng, Redblood Dragon Saliva Grass...

Any one of them would be enough to make Title Douluo fight until their heads bled!

Yet now, these priceless treasures were tossed into the dark blue flames as casually as dumplings into a pot.

Gurgle—

The pill furnace churned violently as nine-colored radiance erupted from its mouth, illuminating the entire cave dwelling.

An entire day and night passed.

The flames did not go out.

Ning Wuqian held his breath, not daring to blink as he stared fixedly at the pill furnace.

At last.

Clang—

The pill furnace released a clear, ringing hum.

A pill the size of a dragon's eye, its entire surface flowing with nine-colored divine radiance, slowly drifted out and hovered before Ning Wuqian.

Merely inhaling its fragrance made Ning Wuqian feel as though every meridian in his body was cheering. Even the bottleneck that had trapped him for so long seemed to loosen faintly.

He instinctively reached out to catch it.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the pill.

The figure suddenly raised his eyes, and his voice turned cold.

"Wait."

"Think carefully. Once you consume this pill, your Martial Soul... will no longer be the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda."

Ning Wuqian's pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints!

Outside the Sky Curtain, the clamorous Chat Group fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared fixedly at those words, a chill shooting up their spines to the crowns of their heads.

No longer the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda?

Then what would it become?!