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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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Chu Yang in Mourning

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

Dawn. In front of Zhuge Clan's gate.

Zhuge Clan had been holding funerals these few days. White flowers were tied to their doors. Outside the gate, the whole street was filled with baskets of white flowers. At a glance, it actually looked pretty impressive.

Heavy snow had been falling for a whole month, and it finally stopped today. There were still sporadic crumbs of snowflakes falling from the sky, the sky was still grim and gray.

The guards were dressed all in sackcloth, with hemp ropes tied at their waists. White flowers decorated their chests. Their looks were sorrowful.

Heaven and earth were all quiet.

In the inner courtyard, there was the sound of crying everywhere!

Today was the day of the funeral for those dozen or so Supreme Martial Artists who died.

Right at this moment, a guard's eyes moved, and a surprised look revealed in them.