Dawn

Chen Xin stared fixedly at the pagoda.

One level, two levels, three levels... seven levels.

Then came the eighth level, one that should never have existed!

Although the outline of that eighth level was somewhat illusory compared to the seven beneath it, and its glow was slightly dimmer, it existed there clearly, beyond all doubt.

"Eight... eight levels?"

Chen Xin felt his throat tighten, his voice carrying a faint tremor even he had not noticed.

He almost held his breath. The hands that normally held a sword as steady as stone now felt cold at the fingertips. "Ning Rongrong, your Martial Soul..."

"It's the Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda, Sword Grandpa!" Ning Rongrong's face overflowed with irrepressible excitement and pride.

"It was Aunt Ge Duo! She gave me a magic potion! Then my Martial Soul evolved! My Soul Power even rose three levels in a row! I'm level twenty-seven now!"

She chattered on, every word striking Chen Xin's heart like a heavy hammer.

Martial Soul Evolution.

Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

Three consecutive level increases.

Those few phrases combined carried enough impact to shake even this Sword Douluo, who had weathered countless storms, to his core.

How many generations had the flaw of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda haunted the sect like a nightmare?

It was a shackle carved deep into the souls of every direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Now, before his very eyes, that shackle had been forcibly pried open by a crack!

He abruptly looked up, his gaze shooting like lightning toward the silent valley shrouded in poisonous miasma, as if he wanted to pierce every barrier and see the mysterious woman within.

She had truly done it? Though it was only eight treasures, still short of the legendary Nine Treasure, this was undoubtedly a