Feng Ling Tian Xia

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.

Novel Saga 

Atlas Studios

Transcending the Nine Heavens

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In the early morning on the next day.

Everyone was starting to leave the mountain.

Chu Yang was beaming with joy and smugly bidding farewell to his brothers. Everyone was patting each other on the shoulders and exchanging jokes and blissful conversation.

Everyone gradually disappeared beyond the horizon.

Heaven and earth returned to silence and stillness.

There wasn't single drop of blood that remained beside the Lake of Death, and it was just so clean.

Snow began to flutter down from the skies.

Chu Yang had a faint smile on his face as he walked back calmly.

There was only one tent left. His brothers worked together before they left and helped him tie his tent down securely, and half of his tent was buried in the world of ice and snow.

A tent like this could only be worn down by the wind, but it wouldn't be blown away.

The Master of the Sword’s Heaven and Earth, Who Can Stop Me?!