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.
Mo Tianji and the rest had dazed looks in their eyes. Their entire bodies were filled with ice and snow and they could not regain their senses instantly. They did not understand how did they go from the tent to a huge trench in the snowy ground in the blink of an eye.
Other than Huyan Aobo, everyone else felt as if they just had a weird dream. Yet, they could not be sure whether this was a dream or the reality. They were scared of ridicule so while their lips quivered, they said nothing. They all looked at each other and scrutinized each other's faces for emotions.
Then, everyone looked at each other and frowned as if they were all deep in thought.
They all shared the same expression. They looked at each other while deep in thought and they thought what they had experienced…
The Lake of Death was utterly still.
It was as if nothing had disturbed it since the creation of the universe.