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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 · Eastern
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The World In Shock!

Translator: Novel_Saga

Even as the sky turned black, the scholar continued standing unperturbed and motionless by the window with his hands clasped. Only after a servant shuffled in quietly to lit all the candles in the manor did the scholar reacted. He frowned and returned to his desk. Seemingly staring into a void, the scholar appeared deep in thought.

"Prime minister, Official Dong requests an audience with you." A man suddenly appeared out of the blue and reported.

"Dong Wufa? Please let him in." Echelons above the rest, this scholar was the top official of the Great Zhao Nation, Diwu Qingrou!

The next moment, a tall, lean man entered the room smartly.

"How do you do, Prime minister?"

"Please have a seat." Diwu Qingrou waved his arm gently and stared intently at the flickering flame of the candle. He asked quietly, "What brings you here, Official Dong?"