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Transcending the Nine Heavens

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.

Feng Ling Tian Xia · Eastern
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#ADVENTURE
#ROMANCE
#REINCARNATION
#COMEDY
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#HAREM
#CULTIVATION
#BEAUTY
#CONQUER
#RAREBLOODLINE
#UNPRINCIPLED
#MULTIPLELEADS
#PREGNANCY
#ELVES
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Revenge Must Be Taken With His Own Hands

Editor: Atlas Studios

Ye Chuchen was on the verge of collapsing. Her heart had been devastated by the enormous grief! She felt disoriented, as if she were floating and drifting among the clouds.

From now on, Ling Hanwu would no longer exist in this world.

Ling Hanwu's sword remained embedded in the snow. It gleamed in the light, blood all over its surface.

Meng Chaoran slowly got to his feet. His gaze landed on the sword and he stepped forward, pulling it out of the snow. It seemed almost as if Ling Hanwu's warmth still lingered on the sword. Without any warning, he suddenly let out a long and bitter howl. Scalding tears streamed down his face as he shouted, "Hanwu! My brother! You and I shall fight on together!"

The howling of the wind was increasingly bitter and shrill, and the snow fell heavier and heavier!