Chapter 57: Dust Heart of Level Ninety-Eight Sword Dao Titled Douluo Yin Yang - Douluo's spirit bead sword

Chapter 57: Dust Heart of Level Ninety-Eight Sword Dao Titled Douluo Yin Yang The cultivation session between Yin Yang and Chen Xin lasted an entire day and night. By dawn on the third day, both simultaneously awakened from their meditative states. At this hour, the outer disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan were engaged in their morning exercises. A massive celestial phenomenon captured everyone's attention. The sky appeared to split in two, as though sliced by a sharp blade. Afterward, the previously clear, cloudless sky suddenly filled with rolling thunder, creating an oppressive atmosphere that took one's breath away. Within the grand hall, Ning Fengzhi and others exclaimed with excitement, "They've succeeded. Uncle Jian and Uncle Eagle have both broken through." Chen Xin was the first to open his eyes. His white hair billowed without wind, exuding an ethereal presence. His level had ascended far beyond what it was before. "Old Jian, what level have you reached? I can't fathom it at all," Gu Rong inquired. "Ninety-eight!" Chen Xin replied incredulously, turning to Tian Lin. "Little Tian, you told me this Hun Yuan Celestial Herb would elevate me to level ninety-eight, but I thought it would just push me to the early stages. Now I've reached mid-stage level ninety-eight, with spirit power that's incredibly refined." "Naturally, the spirit power enhanced by the Hun Yuan Celestial Herb isn’t the kind of inferior, impure force. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worthy of the top-tier celestial title. Master, the solidified spirit power will aid you in reaching level ninety-nine in the future," Tian Lin smiled. "Mid-stage level ninety-eight! My goodness, Old Jian, your power has become immense. Even Tang Hao might not be able to match you now. Compared to you, I feel..." While happy for his old friend, Gu Rong also felt a pang of melancholy. He had thought that after breaking through to level ninety-six, he might catch up with his friend, but the gap in their powers had only widened. "Old Bones, don’t belittle yourself. I see that your martial spirit seems to have evolved, and your spirit power is at the peak of level ninety-six. Given time, breaking through to level ninety-seven shouldn't be an issue." Chen Xin's strength at level ninety-eight was formidable, immediately discerning Gu Rong's true state. Indeed, above level ninety-five, every level gained by a spirit master marked a qualitative change. Seeing this, Tian Lin felt the burden on his heart lighten somewhat. Ever since he joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, he'd been worried about the possible future tragedy of annihilation. For this reason, he trained relentlessly, hoping one day to protect everyone. Tian Lin never intended to leave. Though he wasn't someone starved for grand benevolence, he would never be ungrateful. He realized he had been misguided, focusing solely on using his own strength to avert disaster. Realistically, even if he trained with all his might, by the time the soul hunting campaign happened, he might only reach as much as a Soul Sage, barely able to fight an ordinary Titled Douluo. Today, he found the right path—not only strengthening himself but also fortifying the clan. Ning Fengzhi, Jian Douluo, and Gu Douluo were the true combat powerhouses of the clan. With Ning Fengzhi's breakthrough to level eighty, combined with the ninety-eight level of Jian Douluo, the resulting synergy was immense. Unless Qian Daoliu or Bibi Dong intervened, any number of ordinary Titled Douluos would merely be fodder. The clan belonged to everyone and should be protected through collective effort. This was the lesson Tian Lin grasped today. At this moment, Yin Yang opened his eyes, stood up, and transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing to Tian Lin. "Little Tian, thank you. I've succeeded in breaching the bottleneck that's troubled me for nearly twenty years." Yin Yang’s excitement was no less than Ning Fengzhi’s moments ago. Becoming a Titled Douluo had been his lifelong dream. "Haha, Old Eagle, congratulations! Yesterday Fengzhi also successfully broke through to level eighty. Later, I'll join you in hunting spirit beasts. This way, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will boast three Douluos. No, counting the soon-to-return Old Poison Man, it'll be four," Gu Rong joyfully declared. Even the Spirit Hall officially listed only one hall and three Douluos, so the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's strength was unrivaled across the continent. "Uncle Ning, I have a suggestion regarding this. Your breakthrough to the eighth ring, along with Grandpa Bones and Grandpa Jian's breakthroughs, should not be publicized. A tree that stands out in the forest is often targeted by the wind. Biding our time ensures better survival," Tian Lin suggested. His aim was to strategically undermine the Spirit Hall in the future. Ning Fengzhi agreed with this sentiment, as he had similar thoughts. A clan can be powerful, but if it’s too conspicuous, it incurs the concern of major powers, including their long-time supporter, the Heaven Dou Empire. Unless one day, when Tian Lin and Ning Rongrong have matured and their clan becomes unrivaled, can they reveal their strength without fear. For now, it was too early. "Little Tian, you’re right. However, the recent phenomenon is hard to conceal. Fortunately, the breakthroughs of Uncle Jian and Uncle Eagle happened nearly simultaneously. To outsiders, we can attribute the phenomenon to Uncle Eagle’s Titled Douluo breakthrough." Ning Fengzhi quickly fabricated a plausible excuse. Yin Yang's martial spirit was the Thunder Feather Golden Eagle, naturally aligned with the recent phenomena, so no one would doubt it. This approach effectively masked most of the clan's strength while showcasing just enough to deter others. A clan with three Douluos meant that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan should not be underestimated. Ning Fengzhi, accompanied by the three elders, walked out of the Seven Treasure Hall, with Tian Lin holding Ning Rongrong's hand. Outside, a large group of outer disciples had gathered. With such a significant phenomenon, it couldn’t be hidden. Ning Fengzhi had to provide a credible explanation to appease them and assure the spies of other factions. As they stepped outside, Ning Fengzhi encountered a minor personal issue—he couldn't stop himself from smiling. As the clan leader, Ning Fengzhi presented a stern and righteous image to the outside world, a blend of authority and warmth as his signature traits. Even when he smiled, it was a gentle smile that made others feel invigorated, never a hearty laugh. He had been professionally trained to maintain this demeanor unless overcome by emotion. "Old Jian, what's wrong with Fengzhi?" Gu Rong covertly asked Chen Xin. "Can't help it. He's too happy and can't suppress it," Chen Xin replied in kind. Indeed, Ning Fengzhi was overjoyed. The clan’s power had multiplied several times in one day, and now he was about to announce the good news to the disciples. How could he contain it? *Cough, cough!* Ning Fengzhi cleared his throat to alleviate his awkwardness, repeatedly reminding himself, "I am the aloof master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. I mustn't lose character; I must maintain composure!" "Ladies and gentlemen, you must be curious about the recent phenomenon. Let me share some joyous news. Earlier, our clan’s third elder, Yin Yang, achieved a breakthrough in the presence of Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu, officially reaching level ninety and stepping into the realm of Titled Douluo!"