Nine Treasures Glazed Tower! Distraction Control Method!

No longer the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

Instead, it had broken through the Martial Soul's flaw and become a true Glazed Tower!

The words on the heavenly screen paused.

The next line did not appear for a long time.

Time itself seemed frozen at that moment.

Outside the heavenly screen, in the main hall of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi suddenly sprang up from the sect leader's throne. The chair toppled backward and crashed onto the floor with a deafening bang.

He stared fixedly at the heavenly screen, his heart pounding wildly as an almost mad, unbelievable premonition exploded from the depths of his soul!

Break free from fate!

Break free from the curse passed down through generation after generation of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect!

"Ancestor..." Ning Fengzhi's lips trembled, his nails digging deeply into his palms. His voice was so hoarse it barely sounded human. "Eat it! Eat it!"

Inside the heavenly screen.

Ning Wuqian's hesitation lasted less than half a breath.

"Eat."

He snatched the divine pill, swallowed it without even looking, and threw back his head!

Boom!

Nine-colored divine light erupted from his throat, instantly coursing through every limb and bone before completely engulfing him!

The blurry figure merely waved a hand casually.

"Tang Potian, for the next month, no one is permitted to come within half a step of this place."

"Yes, Master."

Tang Potian rose in response, forming hand seals with both hands before setting down nine pure-black barriers around the cabin.

Patterns of the Clear Sky Hammer swirled across the barriers, and the chilling killing intent was nearly tangible.

The entire cabin instantly became the most terrifying forbidden zone of the Clear Sky Sect.

Time flew by.

The scene on the heavenly screen suddenly accelerated.

One month passed in the blink of an eye.

Rumble—

The cabin that had remained deathly silent for an entire month exploded without warning!

A thick pillar of nine-colored light shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds and piercing the heavens!

Within the pillar, the phantom of a pagoda slowly rose.

One level, two levels, three levels...

Until—

Nine levels!

The pagoda was entirely glazed crystal, with nine-colored treasure light circling its body. Each level was engraved with ancient divine runes no mortal could understand, and an immense power swept across heaven and earth, making every support-type Soul Master want to kneel in worship!

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tower!

Outside the heavenly screen, the chat group went completely mad after three seconds of absolute silence.

[Spirit Hall Bibi Dong: Nine levels! That tower... has nine levels!]

[Poison Douluo Dugu Bo: The Seven Treasures Glazed Tower's limit is rank seventy-nine! But this has nine levels! I have lived my whole life and searched through ancient records, yet I have never heard of a nine-level Glazed Tower!]

Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, main hall.

Ning Fengzhi stood frozen, as though struck by lightning. His mouth hung open, but he could not utter a single word.

Thud!

Beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong—an illustrious Titled Douluo—suddenly went weak at the knees and dropped stiffly to the ground. Two streams of old tears immediately slid down his face.

"Nine Treasures... it's the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower! Sect Leader! Our ancestor... he refined the Nine Treasures!"

Ning Fengzhi's body trembled violently. At last, he found his voice, every word shaking.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tower has seven levels, with rank seventy-nine as its limit!"

"The Nine Treasures Glazed Tower... has nine levels... and no limit!"

He suddenly slammed his palm down on the redwood table before him, shattering the hard table into splinters that flew everywhere!

"Titled Douluo! The Soul Masters of my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect are no longer bound by shackles!"

As his words fell, everyone in the entire hall—every sect disciple, no matter where they stood—dropped to their knees!

Crying, laughter, and the sound of kowtowing resounded into the heavens!

Who could have imagined it!

That flawed Martial Soul, once considered the sect's greatest humiliation and mocked countless times by the world, would one day ascend to the heavens in a single step and become a supreme treasure said to exist only in legend!

Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang's face changed from green to white, then from white to purple, an utterly spectacular sight.

He stared fixedly at the nine-level glazed pagoda shining with divine light on the heavenly screen, his body shaking like a sieve.

After a long while, he suddenly went mad and let out a hoarse wail.

"Did you see that? Did you all see that? This is my theory! There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters!"

"Even a naturally flawed Martial Soul like Ning Wuqian's can achieve a heaven-shaking transformation as long as one finds the right method and is willing to work hard at studying it! This perfectly proves my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls!"

Spittle flew from his mouth as he gestured wildly in excitement, as though he had grasped his last lifeline.

Someone in the chat group could no longer stand it.

[Sword Douluo Chen Xin: Yu Xiaogang, if that mouth of yours were really useful.]

[Then what are you?]

[Isn't your Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, also a mutated trash Martial Soul? Why are you nearly fifty and still stuck at rank twenty-nine? According to your theory, aren't you a complete and utter useless Soul Master? So your hypothesis is completely invalid. Our ancestor succeeded because he was incredible and possessed great perseverance!]

In an instant, the entire chat group burst into laughter.

Yu Xiaogang's face immediately turned the color of pig liver.

What was even worse was yet to come.

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Leader Yu Yuanzhen: Get out of the chat group! Stop embarrassing my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect here! Spending all day studying that worthless theory and making a fool of yourself!]

Yu Xiaogang's entire body shook violently, and the finger he had extended to type froze in midair.

After a long while.

Without saying a word, he silently left the chat group.

On the training field, Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, who had slumped dejectedly onto the ground. He rubbed his temples but ultimately said nothing.

Inside the heavenly screen.

Ning Wuqian slowly opened his eyes.

Three thousand-year Soul Rings revolved quietly beneath his feet. Above his head, the nine-level glazed pagoda shimmered with flowing light, its divine might vast and mighty.

He could clearly sense that the power contained within this Martial Soul was bottomless.

"Good stuff," he murmured softly, a sharp gleam blazing in his eyes.

Tang Potian, who had been standing nearby with his arms folded, rarely broke into a grin.

"Kid, remember this day."

"Your Nine Treasures Glazed Tower is the only supreme support-type treasure of its kind on this continent."

He paused, and his voice suddenly became incomparably solemn.

"In the future, if you can establish a sect with this Martial Soul..."

"What you cultivate will be the strongest support-type Soul Master sect on this continent! Without equal!"

The strongest support sect!

Those words branded themselves deeply into Ning Wuqian's mind.

He clenched his fists, and a blazing fire burned within his chest.

Just then.

The mysterious figure, who had remained blurry all this time, spoke again.

Its voice was still calm, yet it exploded beside Ning Wuqian's ear like thunder.

"This is only the beginning."

Ning Wuqian's heart shook violently, and he abruptly looked up.

The figure stood with its hands behind its back, its aura so oppressive it made people struggle to breathe.

"Next, you will learn a supreme technique—"

"Distraction Control."

"Only by mastering this method will you be able to lock onto dozens of targets at once on the battlefield and apply your enhancement power to every single ally without the slightest error."

Ning Wuqian's breathing suddenly stopped.

Enhancing... dozens of targets at once?!