Nine Heavens, amongst the Clouds, Wind and Thunder Platform, a thread of Heaven!

This is the Nine Heavens Continent, on the upper three heavens, a unique place, the Wind and Thunder Stage!

The top can catch the wind and thunder, unleashing a ray of heaven!

But at this moment, the Wind and Thunder Platform was filled with a sinister and ominous atmosphere!

"Chu, unleash the Nine Tribulations Sword! I will spare your life!"

"Chu, you're already at death's door, why don't you take out the Nine Tribulations Sword? We can leave your body whole for you!"

“Chu, a divine sword like the Nine Tribulations Sword is wasted in your hands. For years, you've made no progress, you are merely a disgrace to heaven! Come out…”

A cacophony of noise came from all directions.

At the center of the thunderous platform, on a slightly protruding large rock, stood Chu Yihei. He was unkempt, with tangled hair and bare-chested, yet his face bore an everlasting coldness. His eyes, divine as ever, remained calm and steady like unyielding rocks! His body, still straight as a javelin!

Just like the sword in his hand, it is full of unyielding spirit!

Even though he had sustained fatal injuries!

Under his feet, extending for hundreds of meters in every direction, lay countless severed limbs, fresh and bloody.

Looking around at the crowd of experts who were shouting but not charging forward, Chu's face broke into a mocking smile, arrogant and disdainful!

Facing these numerous experts, even though he was cornered and desperate, he still stood tall with pride!

They are all good at calculating. They know that although they are now in a desperate situation, whoever comes up will have to face their own annihilation. Nobody wants to be the one who takes the fall. They just hope someone will foolishly charge up and die. But none of them are stupid, so at this moment they have all unexpectedly stopped fighting.

Such a person, with such a heart, no matter how high their cultivation or how numerous they are; even if they could kill me ten thousand times, they wouldn't be worthy of being my enemy!

Chu Ji smiled, slowly sat down, though his face was still expressionless and he didn't speak a word. But in his heart, there was a flood of suspicion.

How could news of the Nine Tribulations Sword being in my hands leak out?

He had spent three years meticulously investigating before confirming that there was a fragment of the Ninth Tribulation Sword within the Wind and Thunder Platform for three days. He went to great lengths, enduring countless hardships, just to find an opportunity to risk his life and come here. But why, after arriving at this place, did he encounter such a massive ambush?

Today, it's only the fifth day since I entered the dungeon. I just found the Wind and Thunder Stage when I encountered this ambush!

Today's situation is a purely hopeless situation!

He has always been known for his mysterious whereabouts. Who knows about his plans?

He had charged for over ten times, each time being blocked back! The places he chose were all dead ends. Logically speaking, there was no reason why he couldn't break out!

Who knows their habits so well? This hidden enemy, who is it?

This problem has bothered Chu for a long time.

The Nine Tribulations Sword flashed, its blade reflecting the sun in the sky, like a rainbow drawn across the heavens. Everyone who witnessed this sight felt their hearts burn with desire. They wished they could hold that divine weapon in their own hands!

Ancient God! The number one god of the Nine Heavens Continent!

Whoever obtains the Nine Tribulations Sword, that person will become invincible throughout the land! The Nine Tribulations Sword contains this power of invincibility within it. It is said that the power of the Nine Tribulations Sword goes beyond this.

Nine Tribulations, Nine Heavens, a single sword to shatter the world; Eternal honor for a thousand autumns, beyond the Nine Heavens!

This is the only folk song circulating in the world about the Nine Tribulations Sword. Its origins are unknown. The Nine Tribulations Sword has always been just a legend. No one ever expected that one day, the Nine Tribulations Sword would actually appear before their own eyes.

…………………………

Chu Xin was also in doubt. The Nine Tribulations Sword, yes, he had obtained the Nine Tribulations Sword, and he had step by step found the five sections of the sword. But what surprised him was that the power of the Nine Tribulations Sword was not as great as he had imagined! And between himself and the Nine Tribulations Sword, there was always a clear barrier. No matter how he watered it with blood or how he earnestly contemplated it, there was no effect. Why was this?

Why? Why?!

To the extreme, to the sword! Destroying his own sword, he walks the path of the sword, seeking the Dao through martial arts. He seeks the Heavenly Dao at the cost of ultimate solitude, using bloodshed as his means of navigating the world. Unfortunately, even so, he could not ultimately cultivate the Nine Tribulations Sword or the Nine Heavy Divine Technique!

Is it my own choice that is wrong? Or is this path inherently wrong? Or perhaps...my current state of being hasn't yet aligned with the Nine Tribulations Sword?

Without a swordsman, there is no swordsman. If there were swordsmen, what kind of swordsmen would they be? The Way of the Sword, the Martial Arts, the Way of Heaven... in the end, they are all nothing... Yet at this moment of life and death, why does it tremble so?

Nine Tribulations Sword, ah Nine Tribulations Sword, what exactly are you?!

Looking around at the greedy eyes fixed on the Nine Tribulations Sword, Chu let out a wry smile. You all just know that possessing this Nine Tribulations Sword will make you invincible in the world, but do you know how much I paid for it?

There is nothing left.

A crimson figure, graceful and alluring, flickered in my mind, growing clearer with each passing moment. Slowly, a red sleeve swayed, and amidst the ethereal silence, faint music seemed to drift through the air. The enchanting figure began to dance, its movements languid yet captivating, within a realm of emptiness and mist...

Chu's eyes suddenly became distant and wistful, filled with...pain.

Xian Zai Liu, Chu clearly felt his own life swiftly passing. He had dedicated his entire life to martial arts, striving to reach the peak and transcend mortality. On the brink of death, he thought that his greatest regret was not achieving the ultimate state he had yearned for his whole life. But unexpectedly, at this very moment, a figure emerged in his mind, one he had thought he'd long forgotten.

That red fluttering figure, that glance back, a twist... they were all breathtaking winds, dancing gracefully and lightly in my heart. Every time she looked back at me, her eyes held the depth of the sea…

Do not underestimate the power of a broken Chǔ!

"It seems I haven't truly broken through..." Chu Jiao let out a self-deprecating smile, muttering to himself.

One regret, quietly spreading in his heart, like smoke, instantly sweeping through his entire soul.

At this moment, his heart was no longer in control, nor did it want to be.

Light dance! Perhaps this journey to the underworld will bring us together again?

Lightly dancing, do you know how much I regret leaving you to cultivate the Three Tribulations Annihilation Technique back then...

A feeling of melancholy and sadness filled Chu's heart...

Let's take him down together! Just chop him up cleanly! As for the Nine Tribulations Sword, let's discuss it later. " If we wait until he recovers, things will become much more difficult!" one person shouted.

All around, the crowd roared their assent and at once drew their swords and blades, converging on Chu's encirclement.

Chu Yi was lost in thought, sitting motionless. Her gaze was fixed on something ahead, as if filled with the vast and eternal chill of ages past. The strands of hair escaped from her bun and drifted across her forehead...

The figures in my mind danced more and more intensely, forming a swirling red haze. It was elusive and undefined, yet it painted the sky with crimson silk. At the same time, a hauntingly beautiful melody drifted out from the red haze…

"Never to dance lightly in a lifetime, one dance for a lifetime of suffering; in this life I dance for you, even if it means dancing through a lifetime of hardship!" ...

This is a short poem written by Mo Qingwu on the eve of her fateful departure. I still remember, at that time, tears welled up in Mo Qingwu's eyes, her gaze was both mournful and resentful... If she had known beforehand that she was just being used for training purposes, she would have still plunged into my arms like a moth to a flame, allowing me to burn away!

That delicate and refined soul… With a heart filled with sorrow, I think of him. My heart aches with pain, realizing the true value of life only when it reaches its end… But myself, I cannot turn back…

Do you still remember that time when Mo Qingwu was finally rejected by herself? Her heart was broken, her soul was lost, and on her way home, she was attacked. The once brilliant red flower finally withered away and turned to dust.

Upon hearing the news, he rushed to the scene immediately, but it was ultimately too late. Although he later slaughtered every member of Mo Qingwu's family and their collateral relatives, leaving none alive, the beloved woman could not be resurrected!

That peerless beauty, on the brink of death, lay in his arms and said to him: "Chu, if there is an afterlife... If I could meet you again, I hope you would... take a good look at me. I am more beautiful than a sword!"

"Chu, to die in your arms, I am satisfied…" That was Mo Qingwu's last words...

A graceful dance, you are not satisfied, you have regrets, otherwise how would there be tears in the corner of your eyes? On the face of a beauty who has already lost her breath, two drops of clear tears suddenly fall... Paired with the smile that she had forced at the end of her life out of fear of hurting herself, it is so tragic and beautiful...

Two drops of clear tears, yet shattered their own heart in that moment! From then on, this heart is sealed with dust!

As light as a dream, the dream floats away too.

Sea bones dance with enchanting grace;

When a thousand miles are traversed with the sword, do not ask who is the one who rides.

Life and death together to the heavens!

This is a poem specially composed by Xue Leihan, the number one talent in the world at that time, to express his profound affection for Mo Qingwu's graceful dance.

But now, Qing Wu, you have ascended to the heavens, while I remain in this mortal realm... However, I can now be with you through life and death... for eternity!

A divine light shone in Chu's eyes, and the usually cold corners of his lips curled into a sorrowful smile. His dyed long hair fluttered in the wind...

Light dance, wait for me!

Light dance, you know, if there is an afterlife, I would rather not practice swordsmanship, nor seek the pinnacle, nor seek revenge, just to be with you! What in this world can compare to your satisfied smile? Nothing!

The enchanting dance in my mind gradually fades away, Mo Qingwu's voice seems to grow more and more ethereal: "For you I will dance this life… Through lifetimes I will dance for you… A heart bent a thousand times does not change… Ten thousand deaths are not bitter… Not bitter…"

With a flash, the golden blade came slicing through the air. Chu Shen's mind was clouded, and he instinctively parried with his sword. His thoughts were still caught listening to the ethereal voice of Mo Qingwu from the depths... This life is over, Qingwu. Before I die, let me hear your voice one more time...

Not bitter… dancing lightly, you are bitter, yet you don’t feel it. Now… I am very bitter! What a regret!

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Chu's furious roar! He suddenly stood up, his long black hair flying wildly! His headband shattered! He erupted in unrestrained rage!

At the very last moments of our lives, you come to disturb us! Damn it!

With a deafening clang, a sword pierced Chu's throat. Chu felt a sharp pain in his chest and, looking down, saw the jade pendant hanging from his neck shatter into pieces before his eyes. In the center of the pendant, the character "舞" (dance) silently shattered into fragments...

Chu dazed, his hand shot out, the other shattering into fragments. In an instant, his eyes bulged!

This is the only memento Qingwu left for herself!

"Kill!" Chu suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with a frenzy of killing intent. With a furious roar, the Nine Tribulations Sword in his hand suddenly unleashed thousands of sword beams, like nine heavenly lightning bolts striking all at once!

With a series of deafening

bangs and clangs, all the soldiers surrounding him were neatly severed in an instant!

Everyone hurriedly retreated, looking in horror at the neatly arranged severed limbs of soldiers beneath Chu's feet. Cold sweat streamed down their backs. They couldn't have imagined that the might of the Nine Tribulations Sword would be so terrifying!

They had thought that Chu was at his end, a time for reckless abandon. Each person's mind was racing with plans: how would the Nine Tribulations Sword be handled after Chu died? How would they seize it? If it fell into their own hands, what then? As they each pondered their strategies, Chu suddenly unleashed a sword strike! And its power was so immense!

>A huge surprise!

Chu Hun bathed in the cold water, standing with his sword drawn. With a single icy glare, he swept his gaze across the crowd before him, each person trembling involuntarily as his eyes met theirs.

I only feel infinite grief, infinite despair, infinite anger in these eyes, and...infinite killing intent!

Chu looked around and suddenly asked softly, "Do you want the Nine Tribulations Sword?"

Without waiting for a reply, he laughed coldly and slowly said: "Very well! I'll show you the Nine Tribulations Sword!"

He suddenly leaped up!

He was already riddled with countless fatal wounds, yet he sprang up! In mid-air, his wounds simultaneously gushed, but he remained unmoved. His face was solemn, and he coldly barked:

"Nine Tribulations Sword, a single point chilling for ten thousand zhang!"

The Nine Tribulations Sword slashed out, a dazzling arc of light! As the arc swept across the sky, millions of icy shards surged forth! These millions of shards seemed to carry the chill of the ancient world…

Nine Tribulations Sword! Nine Heavens Sword Technique! One Sword!

Nine Heavens is the name of this continent. All sword techniques throughout history have never dared to use these three words as their name, but this Nine Tribulations Sword Technique directly uses the name "Nine Heavens"!

Throughout history, this is the only set!

Though Chu couldn't fully unleash the true power of the Nine Tribulations Sword Technique, he had comprehended these swords for a long time. The power of these swords, while not as great as imagined, was far superior to ordinary sword techniques.

Surrounded by dozens of masters, they knew this sword strike was extraordinary. Each one brought out their best skills and desperately parried the attack! Every single person shook, clutching their weapons tightly, barely able to hold them steady.

"Even if the Nine Tribulations Sword slays all beneath heaven, what does it matter!"

The first move is incomplete, the second has arrived with overwhelming killing intent! The surging lines are like a rising sea, boundless murderous aura sweeping across the sky and bursting forth! Shrieks resound as dozens of masters who could rule a region each struggle desperately to resist, but they are still splashed and forced to retreat in disarray.

At this moment, everyone has an illusion: Chu right now is absolutely unscathed! He is definitely in a perfect state!

They didn't know they had interrupted Chu's memories, disrupted Mo Qingwu's dance, and enraged Chu completely, allowing him to unleash his full potential! This was the power of life, the fury of the soul! This power even surpassed his prime.

"The Nine Tribulations Sword, gathering wind and clouds becomes the emperor!"

Chu Cangli's terrifying laughter echoed as his Jiujie Sword flashed, and a colossal crown seemed to materialize in its wake! Its magnificent aura spread across the heavens. Wherever the sword pointed, anguished cries filled the air, arrows soaring into the sky one after another, heads rolling from necks like watermelons spilling from a cart...

The King has descended, all living beings tremble before me! I will slaughter whomever I please, and take whatever my heart desires!

"Nine Tribulations Sword! Severing the Red Dust of Many Guests!"

"Nine Tribulations Sword! Corpse Mountain Sea, ancient fragrance!"

Three moves unleashed, this ground stained crimson once again became a Shura battlefield! All the dozens who attacked this time, without exception, fell within the pool.

Chu fell, stumbling! His eyes glared disdainfully at the surroundings. Looking around dozens of meters, there wasn't a single person standing! The once masters, the former glory and honor, under the power of Jiujie Jian's unparalleled might, were all turned into corpses!

Want the Nine Tribulations Sword? You... also deserve it?!

But Chu, after this experience, is completely exhausted!

"Dance lightly, regardless of heaven or earth, who can stop our reunion?!" He stood with his sword, breathing softly, yet gently closed his eyes. He was waiting, for the dance in his mind to replay. But, it didn't!

Chu Huo suddenly opened his eyes and growled, "Why? Why is there nothing? Lightly dance…"

In the distance, three directions, three kinds of light rise simultaneously, transforming into three golden shadows in the air! Brilliant and dazzling, bearing an arrogant and invincible aura.

Phantom Gold, reigning supreme!

This means that three King-level martial artists have appeared!

Chu Tong's pupils constricted, he let out a wry smile, and helplessly gazed at the three golden figures in the sky. His heart was filled with a chilling sensation. He hadn't expected the opponent's true killer move to be revealed only now!

He was merely a Wuzun, and while only one level away from the Wang-class, that single level was like the difference between heaven and earth!

Three Wang-level experts! What a big hand!

"Excellent swordsmanship, truly worthy of the title 'Poison Sword Martial Venerable'! However, these past three days are not a place for a mere Poison Sword Martial Venerable to run wild!" One person said calmly: "It's a pity that I cannot have a fair fight with you, it's a shame!"

As the voice fell, the other two appeared together. The three of them, all in wide robes with flowing sleeves, came gracefully borne by the wind. Their bearing was unrestrained, their faces calm and composed.

Chu's eyes were already a little blurry: "You three Kings... also want the Nine Tribulations Sword?"

"No, we don't want the Nine Tribulations Sword. We want you dead!" The three smiled simultaneously, their demeanor elegant: "But taking possession of the Nine Tribulations Sword is a pleasant surprise. A great surprise!"

Chu Leng smiled coldly, straightened his back, and arrogantly said: "It's a pity you don't understand the Nine Tribulations Sword! You will never get it!"

His eyes became determined and resolute!

He is now unable to fight any longer!

But it can still deliver a final blow! Destruction!

Destroy yourself, destroy the Nine Tribulations Sword! Destroy the enemy!

With a flash of his sword, Chu Meng's Turning Nine Tribulations Sword thrust fiercely into his own heart! His eyes stared blankly at the three figures in the air as he roared: "With my heart, I shatter ten thousand calamities! Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, turn heaven and earth upside down!"

This was the only sword technique where he could unleash its full power. When he first saw the sword manual, he knew he was capable of performing this technique. But such a powerful sword strike required him to expend his own life force to fuel it!

Such swordsmanship, who would dare to use it?

This sword strike, and man dies!

The Nine Tribulations Sword suddenly flashed violently, appearing like a thunderbolt out of thin air. A fierce sword energy erupted with unrestrained fury, and the immense force sent Chu soaring into the air.

This is the ultimate move of the Nine Tribulations Sword! It sacrifices one's own heart and soul to awaken the sword spirit! It is a move that inevitably leads to death for both the user and the enemy! This move can even allow one to kill opponents who are several levels stronger than themselves!

It is the Nine Tribulations Sword Soul taking its own life, destroying everything!

"Retreat!" The three top experts exclaimed in shock, dashing outwards at lightning speed! Compared to their previous composure when they arrived, there was a world of difference! That elegant and carefree manner had completely vanished.

They never expected this, that the Poison Sword Martial Venerable would be able to unleash this move!

With a deafening roar, a brilliant sword glow shot into the sky, turning it silver! The three kings, barely having time to react, let alone scream, were instantly reduced to ashes.

Even, their king-level powers' golden images still flickered in the air, but their lives had already become nothingness!

The Nine Tribulations Sword's sword soul strikes with devastating power. Within its range, even heaven and earth could be directly destroyed, let alone just three King-level warriors?

Chu suddenly felt a bit ridiculous, and couldn't help but smile wryly. Could it be that the world-conquering Nine Tribulations Sword was this? Then what value did the continent's number one god hold?

But he felt that it shouldn't be just that. But the true nature of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he himself had already lost the opportunity to explore...

Chu let out a sigh, and in mid-air, his eyes glanced casually, but he discovered someone he thought should never appear here.

In the distance, a white man stood there with his mouth agape, staring this way with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Heaven's Mechanism!?” Chu's eyes widened, finally understanding. Why was he ambushed like this? Why were all of his attacks perfectly blocked?

It was him all along. Heaven's mysteries and earth's secrets are nothing to him.

No wonder I'm in such a sorry state!

Chu wanted to bitterly laugh, to self-deprecate, to... But in the end, he still did nothing. He had lost all his strength, and he didn't even have time to think…

Chu's body slowly descended from the air, falling gently like a withered leaf fluttering in late autumn. It landed in the dust, a faint yet warm smile on his face. He murmured, "Qingwu, if there is an afterlife, I will dance with you across the world!"

Since death is inevitable, let us embrace it with the greatest heat and the most fervent longing! For there, our loved ones await us.

Deep within my heart, it seems like on an endless expanse of snow, snowflakes swirl and fall from the sky. The earth is covered in a pristine silver blanket. A graceful red figure dances lightly amidst this scene, as if welcoming him or out of concern for Chu's anxious, unseen face. Though her features remain unclear, the depth of her tender and unwavering gaze is crystal clear... Her dance grows increasingly passionate, swirling higher and higher until it reaches the heavens themselves. The dance is a vibrant tapestry of sadness, cold beauty...

Chu Xin's heart skipped a beat. The tip of the Nine Tribulations Sword suddenly emitted a dazzling glow, blindingly bright!

Chu, with her eyes closed, seemed to hear a faint voice from the ethereal realm. It carried both weariness and joy, as if after waiting for millennia, she finally felt relieved. She spoke softly: “ …Nine tribulations have been emptied, life and death are still in my control; the blue sky can still be mended, why wait for the next life… Ah, I've finally arrived…”

In this sound, these twenty short words seem to have gone through countless changes of time and vicissitudes. It feels so distant and unattainable...

Then a dazzling light burst from his chest, shooting straight up into the air. It flashed once before scattering into a blinding rainbow that illuminated the entire world! Everyone who saw it was blinded.

But just a flash, it shot straight up into the sky and then instantly vanished without a trace...

On the platform of Wind and Thunder, the wind howled mournfully, like weeping and lamenting, as if it was still repeating Chu's words: "If there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife... Companion, Heaven, Earth, Dance..."

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