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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Chu Yang 'woke up' gradually, and suddenly saw a bald-headed man with clenched teeth and big eyes looking at himself ferociously.

At once, he was 'astounded', he stepped backward hastily and landed his ass solidly on the ground, and he cried, "I… I… I didn't do anything!"

This was really a delicate touch to his story.

The old bald man twitched his nose in anger.

You had already cursed all my ancestors and descendants, and still, you said that you didn't do anything. And yet, I couldn't put blame on you. He groaned as if he had a toothache and said, "Yes, you didn't do anything."

When he said this, he almost wanted to slap his own face. This was the first time he spoke against his own conscience!

Such suffering that he could only bear in silence was also an unprecedented surprise to him! He felt a mouthful of blood arriving at the tip of his throat, yet he could neither spit nor swallow it.

Exhortation!