Chapter 1: If There Is a Next Life, I Will Dance for You (《》)

In the ninth heaven, amidst the sea of clouds, on the Wind and Thunder Platform, a narrow strip of sky!

This is the ninth heaven continent, the upper three heavens, a place of extreme isolation, the Wind and Thunder Platform!

Here, one can connect with the wind and thunder, and enter the narrow strip of sky!

But at this moment, the Wind and Thunder Platform is shrouded in a bloody and tragic mist!

"Chu Yang, hand over the Ninth Tribulation Sword! I will spare your life!"

"Chu Yang, you are about to die. Hand over the Ninth Tribulation Sword. We can leave you a complete corpse!"

"Chu Yang, the Ninth Tribulation Sword, the supreme divine object, is a waste in your hands. For so many years, you have made no progress. You are squandering the heavens' gifts! Hand it over!"

A cacophony of voices came from all directions.

In the center of the Wind and Thunder Platform, on a slightly raised large rock, Chu Yang, dressed in black, was covered in blood, his hair disheveled, but his face remained cold. His eyes were as calm and steady as a rock! His body was as straight as a spear!

Just like the sword in his hand, filled with the meaning of preferring to break rather than bend!

Even though he had suffered fatal injuries!

At his feet, within a radius of several hundred feet, there were countless severed limbs and bodies, drenched in blood.

Looking at the surrounding experts who were shouting but not advancing, Chu Yang's face showed a mocking smile, arrogant and disdainful!

Facing these numerous experts, even though he was at the end of his resources, he still exuded an overwhelming pride!

These people had a good plan. They knew that although he was now at the end of his strength, whoever came forward would have to face his last desperate attack, and no one wanted to be the one to sacrifice themselves. They all hoped someone would foolishly rush forward to their death. But no one was that foolish, so they all stopped at this moment, as if by unspoken agreement.

Such people, with such minds, no matter how high their cultivation or how many there were, even if they could kill him a thousand times, they were not worthy to be his enemies!

Chu Yang smiled mockingly and slowly sat down. Although his face remained expressionless and he said nothing, his heart was filled with doubt.

How did the news of the Ninth Tribulation Sword in his possession leak out?

He had spent three years investigating before confirming that a segment of the Ninth Tribulation Sword was hidden in the Wind and Thunder Platform of the upper three heavens. After enduring countless hardships, he finally found an opportunity to risk his life to come to the upper three heavens. But why did he encounter such a massive ambush after arriving here?

It had only been five days since he entered the upper three heavens! He had just found the Wind and Thunder Platform when he encountered this ambush!

This situation today is a pure dead end!

He was known for his mysterious movements. Who knew his plans?

He had made several attempts to break through, but each time he was blocked! The places he chose were all dead ends! According to common sense, there was no reason he couldn't break out!

Who knew his habits so well? Who was this hidden enemy?

This question had troubled Chu Yang for a long time.

The bright blade of the Ninth Tribulation Sword, reflecting the sunlight, seemed to draw a rainbow in the sky. Everyone who saw this scene was filled with excitement, wishing the divine object was in their hands!

An ancient divine object! The supreme divine object of the ninth heaven continent!

Whoever obtains the Ninth Tribulation Sword will be invincible in the world! The secret of invincibility lies within the Ninth Tribulation Sword! According to legend, the power of the Ninth Tribulation Sword goes beyond this.

Nine tribulations, nine heavens, one sword to destroy the world; a thousand autumns, a myriad of ancient times, beyond the ninth heaven!

This is the only verse about the Ninth Tribulation Sword that has been passed down through the ages. The origin is unknown. The Ninth Tribulation Sword has always been just a legend, and no one ever thought it would actually appear before them.

Chu Yang was also puzzled. The Ninth Tribulation Sword, indeed, he had obtained it and gradually found five segments of the blade. But he was disappointed to find that the power of the Ninth Tribulation Sword was not as great as he had imagined! Moreover, there was always a clear barrier between him and the Ninth Tribulation Sword. No matter how much blood he poured or how sincerely he tried to understand it, there was no effect. Why?

Why? Why?!

Extreme in emotion, extreme in the sword! He extinguished his emotions and entered the sword, using the sword path to enter the martial path, and the martial path to seek the heavenly path, at the cost of lifelong solitude, and using widespread slaughter as a means to transcend the world. Unfortunately, he still could not master the Ninth Tribulation Sword or the divine power of the ninth heaven!

Was his choice wrong? Or was this path fundamentally wrong? Or perhaps... his lack of emotion did not match the Ninth Tribulation Sword?

A heartless swordsman, a heartless sword. If a swordsman has emotions, what kind of swordsman is he? The sword path, the martial path, the heavenly path, are ultimately heartless... But why am I so shaken at this moment of life and death?

Ninth Tribulation Sword, Ninth Tribulation Sword, what is your secret?!

Looking at the greedy eyes of those around him, Chu Yang smiled bitterly. You only know that obtaining the Ninth Tribulation Sword will make you invincible, but do you know how much I have paid for it?

I have nothing left.

A graceful red figure seemed to appear in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer, slowly raising her sleeves, and in the distance, faint music seemed to play, and the graceful figure began to dance in the void...

Chu Yang's eyes suddenly became distant and melancholy, sad...

The blood was flowing, and Chu Yang clearly felt his life rapidly fading. He had pursued the martial path all his life, entering emotion, breaking emotion, transcending emotion to reach heartlessness, and finally extinguishing emotion. In the moment before death, he thought his only regret would be not reaching the supreme realm he had pursued all his life. But to his surprise, at this moment, a figure he thought he had long forgotten appeared in his mind.

That red-clad, beautiful figure, every turn, every glance... was filled with supreme charm, dancing gracefully in his heart, each glance filled with deep affection...

Mo Qingwu, the woman who made Chu Yang enter and break emotion!

"Turns out, I never truly broke my emotions..." Chu Yang's lips curled into a self-mocking smile, muttering to himself.

A hint of regret quietly spread in his heart, like smoke, instantly enveloping his entire soul.

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

Qingwu! Do you know if I go to the netherworld, can we meet again?

Qingwu, do you know how much I regret leaving you to practice the Third Tribulation Emotionless Slash...

Chu Yang's heart was filled with melancholy and bitterness...

"Everyone, attack together! Finish him off! As for the Ninth Tribulation Sword, we can discuss it later!" A man shouted, "Otherwise, if he recovers a bit, it will be our turn to suffer!"

The crowd around him responded with a roar, and immediately raised their weapons, surrounding Chu Yang.

Chu Yang remained lost in thought, motionless, his eyes fixed on a point in front of him, as if gazing at the eternal desolation, his blood-streaked hair fluttering in front of his forehead...

The figure in his mind danced more intensely, forming a red blur, ethereal and indistinct, but red as if the sky was filled with red silk. At the same time, a graceful and melancholy song echoed from the red blur...

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

This was a poem Mo Qingwu wrote on the night they pledged their love. She had tears in her eyes, a look of sorrow and resentment, and she... knew he was using her emotions to practice, but she still threw herself into his arms like a moth to a flame, allowing him to burn her completely!

That graceful and kind-hearted woman... Chu Yang thought with melancholy, his heart aching, and at the end of his life, he realized the value of true love... but he could not turn back...

He remembered the last time Mo Qingwu was rejected by him, she was heartbroken and lost, and on her way back, she was attacked. A beautiful woman, finally perished.

When he heard the news, he rushed to her side, but it was too late. Although he later exterminated the entire family that harmed Mo Qingwu, down to the last chicken and dog, she could not be brought back to life!

That beautiful woman, in her last moments, softly said to him, "Chu Yang, if there is a next life... if I meet you again, I hope you can look at me properly. I am more beautiful than a sword!"

"Chu Yang, dying in your arms, I am content..." This was Mo Qingwu's last words...

Qingwu, you are not content, you have regrets, otherwise, why would there be tears in your eyes? The two clear tears that fell from the face of the lifeless beauty, paired with the forced smile to avoid making him sad, were so tragically beautiful...

Those two clear tears shattered his heart at that moment! From then on, his heart was sealed!

Graceful as a dream, the dream also floats,

Dancing in a sea of blood and bones,

Wielding a sword for a thousand miles, no questions asked,

Following you to the heavens, through life and death!

This was a poem written by the first genius of the world, Xue Leihan, inspired by Mo Qingwu's deep love for Chu Yang.

And now, Qingwu, you are in the heavens, but I am still in the mortal world... but I will soon follow you... through life and death!

Chu Yang was lost in thought, his usually cold and hard lips now curved into a gentle and sorrowful smile. His blood-streaked long hair fluttered in the wind