Ning Wuqian Advances to Title Douluo, Nine Red Soul Rings

God-tier Martial Soul!

As those four words fell, within Spirit Hall's Golden Hall.

For the first time, gravity appeared in Qian Renxue's golden eyes.

Her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was universally acknowledged as a god-tier Martial Soul, a bloodline legacy left in the mortal world by the Angel God, an existence that stood above every Martial Soul on the continent!

Yet now, within the Sky Curtain, that Mysterious Person had forcibly "created" an existence of the same level!

"Nine Treasures Glazed Tower..."

Qian Renxue murmured, an unprecedented sense of crisis shrouding her heart.

The Sky Curtain's images accelerated once more!

Time flew like a shuttle, years cut like a blade.

In the Clear Sky Sect's forbidden grounds, Ning Wuqian began cultivating with maddening intensity.

Tang Potian became his sole sparring partner.

This Title Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect imparted everything he had learned throughout his life without reservation, save for the sect's ultimate techniques.

Fight! Fight! And fight some more!

Ning Wuqian's Heart Separation Control advanced at an inconceivable pace through repeated live combat training against a Title Douluo!

One mind, three uses—boosting the team!

One mind, ten uses—mastering precise control!

One mind, a hundred uses—manifesting thought into form!

Three-Aperture Imperial Heart! Break!

Four-Aperture Constant Heart! Break!

Five-Aperture Scattered Heart! Break!

No one knew how many years had passed.

The Sky Curtain's image froze.

It was a stormy night of thunder and rain.

Rumble—!

A bolt of lightning that illuminated heaven and earth tore through the sky, casting light over Ning Wuqian's face, resolute as iron.

He sat cross-legged atop the mountain peak, Soul Power surging around him as though he intended to contend with the thunderbolts of heaven and earth!

"Break for me!!!"

A furious roar rang through the clouds!

Buzz—!

Nine incomparably thick pillars of light shot into the sky from beneath his feet!

Purple! Purple! Purple! Purple!

Black! Black! Black! Black!

When the final pillar lit up, the entire Sky Curtain was dyed a sinister shade of blood-red!

Red!

A hundred-thousand-year red Soul Ring floated quietly beneath his feet, radiating terrifying pressure that made hearts tremble!

All nine rings emerged, and heaven and earth changed color!

Title Douluo!

He had succeeded!

Outside the Sky Curtain, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Thud!"

Ning Fengzhi could no longer hold himself up. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground, his face already streaked with tears.

"Ancestor... the ancestor... he succeeded!"

"Title Douluo! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has produced an auxiliary-system Title Douluo!"

Throughout the entire sect, every disciple, wherever they were, knelt toward the Sky Curtain, crying so hard they could not speak.

This had been their sect's dream for generation after generation!

A desperate hope carved into their bones, yet forever beyond their reach!

Today, their ancestor—the owner of the "Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda," once regarded as the sect's disgrace—had ascended in a single step and shattered the shackles that had bound the sect for centuries!

Shrek Academy.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, tears glimmering in her beautiful eyes as her body trembled faintly with excitement.

From a thief scavenging food from graves to a Title Douluo who shook the continent!

Ancestor!

This was a true legend!

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang's expression had become ugly beyond measure.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, his eyes filled with jealousy and venom.

"Trash... a trash whose Martial Soul is incomplete, why should he..."

He hated it!

He hated that Ning Wuqian had such good fortune!

If!

If he, Yu Xiaogang, had also had a Title Douluo as a sparring partner, and a mysterious expert to defy fate and remake him, then his current achievements would surely be far beyond a mere Rank 29!

He only dared to roar those words in his heart, not daring to utter even a single one aloud.

Because he could feel his father Yu Yuanzhen's icy, blade-like gaze in the Chat Group, as though Yu Yuanzhen might kick him out at any moment!

Within the Sky Curtain, the story continued.

After successfully breaking through to Title Douluo, Ning Wuqian's Heart Separation Control naturally entered its eighth level—Eight-Aperture Illuminated Heart!

With a single thought, he could simultaneously grant precise, flawless boosts to over a hundred Soul Masters!

One man was an entire army!

He had not forgotten the Mysterious Person's instructions. He founded a sect and carried forward the legacy of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower.

A brand-new sect—the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect—was born!

The scene shifted, and an adorable baby boy appeared in Ning Wuqian's arms.

Ning Wuqian looked at him, his eyes full of fatherly love.

"You shall be called... Ning Tianbao."

Outside the Sky Curtain, Ning Fengzhi's entire body shook violently!

Ning Tianbao!

Wasn't that the ancestor recorded in their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's ancient texts, the one who founded the sect?!

So... so that was the truth!

However, Ning Tianbao's awakened Martial Soul was not the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower. Like Ning Wuqian at the beginning, it was the incomplete Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

It seemed that the heaven-defying pill could only affect one person.

The legacy had ultimately been severed.

Seeing this, everyone sighed in regret.

After settling the sect and his child, Ning Wuqian began fulfilling the promise he had made all those years ago.

He appraised metals for that mysterious master.

It was a small mountain of piled-up metal.

Thousands upon thousands of strangely shaped metal chunks emitted all sorts of auras.

Ning Wuqian's Nine Treasures Glazed Tower floated before him, its treasure light flowing, while his eyes seemed capable of seeing through every illusion.

"This piece is ordinary iron."

"This piece contains a trace of Geng Metal aura, but it has too many impurities."

"This piece..."

Day after day, year after year.

At last, one day!

Ning Wuqian's gaze locked firmly onto two utterly inconspicuous pieces of metal.

One was entirely crimson gold, as if true solar fire burned within it.

The other was black as ink, emitting an utterly yin chill that could freeze the soul.

"Found them!" Ning Wuqian's voice trembled. "Sun Candle Gold! Nethermoon Gold!"

Legendary god-tier metals that only gods could use!

Boom!

That blurry figure instantly appeared before Ning Wuqian.

He merely raised a hand and beckoned.

The two pieces of divine metal turned into streaks of light and entered his body!

The next moment!

A sudden change erupted!

Within that figure's body, the ancient Alchemy Furnace Martial Soul emerged once more!

Above it, the original five black, black, black, black, black Soul Rings began trembling violently!

Crack!

Crack crack crack!

Those five pitch-black ten-thousand-year Soul Rings shattered inch by inch like fragile eggshells!

Outside the Sky Curtain, everyone's pupils constricted sharply!

[Yu Xiaogang: The Soul Rings shattered?! Did he suffer a cultivation backlash? Hahaha, retribution! This is retribution!]

He had not even finished laughing.

The shattered black motes did not disperse. Instead, under an invisible force, they frantically reassembled!

Streams of incomparably pure energy were extracted from the Sun Candle Gold and Nethermoon Gold, pouring wildly into the five reconstructed Soul Rings!

The black began to fade!

Replacing it was a trace of...

A blood-red so shocking it hurt the eyes!

One ring!

Two rings!

Three rings!

Four rings!

Five rings!

In an instant, all five ten-thousand-year Soul Rings completed their transformation!

They all became... hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings!

And adding the four hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings he already possessed...

One, two, three... nine!

A full nine hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings, like nine blood-red suns, encircled that figure and released a terrifying aura powerful enough to crush eternity!

Inside and outside the Sky Curtain, there was dead silence.

Everyone's minds had crashed.

[Shrek Academy Yu Xiaogang: No... impossible... the age of a Soul Ring is determined by fate. However many years it was when hunted is however many years it remains! How could it possibly be upgraded?! This doesn't conform to my theories! This is absolutely impossible!]

His roar seemed so pale and powerless in the deathly silent Chat Group.

Because the truth stood right before everyone's eyes!

Nine!

A full nine hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings!

Was this fucker... even human?!

Just as everyone was shaken out of their wits by this miraculous scene.

Within the Sky Curtain, that figure bathed in nine beams of red light slowly raised his head.