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.
"The master of 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance' saber?" the Great Elder Mo Wuxin muttered to himself. He then rolled his eyes and spoke, "That girl said so?"
"Yes." Mo Xingchen was sitting upright in a chair, and was rubbing his brows.
"Ha-ha… it seems that the master of 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance' saber doesn't have the knowledge of divine. To think that he gifted such a precious saber to a little girl as if it were a toy…"
Mo Wuxin slowly strolled two steps forward, and spoke with a dark smile on his face, "However, Tianji had once said that the master of 'Dreaming of a Gentle Dance' saber is looking for the divine drug that can treat the damaged Three Yin Meridians of our little girl… and he also said… that this man will be here in as early as one year… or as late as three years, right?"
"That's correct." Mo Xingchen's eyes lit up as he recalled that day when Mo Qingwu and Mo Tianji had returned to the clan, and Mo Tianji had spoken these words.