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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 · Oriental
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Brothers Bid Goodbye

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Emperor Zhao Zhe trembled with fear inside the Imperial Palace. His Majesty had never imagined such brutality from Diwu Qingrou; he was ruthlessly executing subjects… His Majesty was a man who had grown up in a pampered and protected environment. Therefore, he had never even envisioned such a bloody massacre in his entire life!

Diwu Qingrou's conduct didn't reflect the slightest bit of mercy.

He didn't seem to care about the imperial clan's dignity. He didn't seem to care about the loss of tens of thousands of lives either.

Neither did he care about the lives of the hundreds of civil servants and the military officers. Anyone falling into his hands could only be described in one word – dead!

The imperial concubines had been crammed together in one corner; their beautiful faces were alarmingly pale and devoid of all traces of blood. Their bodies trembled like a bunch of dead leaves falling in the wind.