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.
Diwu Qingrou's Plans
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Chu Yang walked out, only to see Wu Qianqian standing outside in the heavy snow. She was dressed all in black, and looked almost cumbersome. There was no knowing how long she had been standing in the snow.
"You are guarding the three of them?" Chu Yang was slammed by the snowflakes that came to his face. Immediately, he felt his head go from a blur to clearness, with the blink of an eye.
"Yes." Wu Qianqian looked at the three, who were already almost buried inside the heavy snow. She muttered, "I know my guarding is not needed, but I want to do this anyway."
"I understand how you feel," replied Chu Yang quietly. Slowly, he walked over to her and patted her shoulders. The snowflakes on her fell, and a raised circle actually appeared around her feet.
Wu Qianqian hugged her own shoulders, somewhat shuddering. Her clear eyes looked mistier in the snow. She looked at Chu Yang, somewhat perplexed. "Chu Yang, is it okay if I ask you something?"