Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!” After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed. However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.
In the freezing cold of the night, snow fell hard and heavy.
Ling Hanwu's heart was frozen to its core! He was filled with utter despondence!
"Chuchen, you like the snow too; how about I accompany you to watch the snow someday?"
"That sounds great."
"Chuchen, it looks like it's going to snow in a couple of days. I'll come to look for you when it does."
"This… doesn't sound very good. I've already promised Geyin to go out and have some fun when it snows. Do you want to come along?"
"I… I guess it's alright. I may be busy these few days."
"Chuchen, it's going to snow again, it's been really overcast these few days. I'll bring you out to play in the snow, I'm sure that would be interesting too."
"No, it's alright. I'm sorry, Hanwu. You know that Geyin is gone now too. I… I'm not in any mood to do anything anymore… I'm sorry…"
"Chuchen, this year…"
"Chuchen… You… are not going again?"
"Chuchen…"