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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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Where is the Spark?

Translator: Novel Saga Editor: Novel Saga

Chu Yang mischievously laughed, "You don't need to ask about my cultivation. I'm a ninth grade Martial King. Well, this is my Junior Martial Brother Tan Tan. He's also a ninth grade Martial King. Brother Ao, please share some of your knowledge with us whenever you have the time."

"My knowledge~~~~" Ao Xieyun bit his lips because he had a strong urge to cry out loud.

[This is a group of ninth grade King level Experts, a Saber Emperor, and a Sword Emperor.]

[These people are said to be as famous as me. But, they used to be below me some time ago… Now, I'm just a sixth grade Martial King …]

[It's too embarrassing! I feel extremely inferior.]

"Brother Ao, may I ask what your cultivation level is?" Ji Mo rolled his eyes, and asked.

"Well! ~~~~" Ao Xieyun heaved a deep sigh. However, tears streamed down his face before he could speak…