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.
"What's the matter? Senior Sister, please don't hesitate. Feel free to express yourself," Tie Butian was very grateful to her Senior Sister. So, she frankly urged her to express herself.
"Can I ask… what does the father of this child look like?" Yang Ruolan's voice somewhat trembled.
Tie Butian tenderly looked at the sleeping baby. Then, she pursed up her lips, and said with a smile, "Senior Sister, why bother asking? The baby's face looks almost the same as his father's. There's no difference."
"There's no difference?!" Yang Ruolan's voice trembled. A thunderclap had seemingly rung in her heart. [Does it mean that I found the wrong person last time?]
Her body shivered, and was on the verge of collapse. She had been taken back by Tie Butian's reply.
Suddenly, she had a crazy thought in her mind. [Could it be that… that man… is my son? And, this is what makes me feel related to this little boy… Is he my own grandson???]