Chapter 41: The Sword Tip Returns to Its Place

Chu Yang looked at the seamless stone wall and frowned: How can I dig out the sword tip? It is deeply buried underground.

At this moment, the Nine Tribulations Sword in his dantian suddenly emitted a strong summoning intent, which almost made Chu Yang's heart leap out of his throat.

Gritting his teeth, he thought, "Even if it's impossible, I have to do it!"

Chu Yang turned his hand and drew his long sword with a swift motion. As he exerted his strength, the cold aura that the Nine Tribulations Sword had absorbed in his dantian spontaneously surged out and infused the long sword. An ordinary steel sword suddenly became crystal clear, emitting ten thousand rays of bright cold light!

The light illuminated the entire stone cave, revealing every detail!

Chu Yang flicked his wrist and tried to stab the sword tip into the stone wall below. He intended to test the hardness and then make a plan, but to his great surprise, the sword plunged into the wall as if it were tofu, sinking all the way to the hilt with a swift motion!

Chu Yang was overjoyed. How could it be so soft?

He tried to pinch the stone wall with his hand, but it didn't budge, and his fingers ached. He immediately realized: Only this strange cold aura is the nemesis of the stone wall!

The cold aura filled the long sword. Chu Yang tilted the sword, with the blade facing inward, and with a forceful push, the sword carved a deep mark on the stone wall, about three feet long. Then, with three more swift strokes, he carved out a rectangle. He threw the sword aside and placed his palms on the square stone block, which looked like a large piece of tofu, and pulled with all his might!

With a "puff," a stone block weighing several hundred pounds came out at his touch and fell to the ground.

Chu Yang didn't have time to rest. He continued, digging out one block after another from the stone wall, neatly stacking them on the ground. Before long, he was drenched in sweat!

On the ground, there were nearly a hundred blocks of the same size.

The sword was inserted again, and suddenly there was a "ding." In his dantian, the Nine Tribulations Sword hummed and suddenly flew up, rapidly circling in the dantian, filled with excitement!

The sword tip!

When the last large stone block was dug out, Chu Yang's eyes narrowed. Under this stone, a gleaming sword tip lay quietly.

It was about the length of a palm, with a sharp tip and faint white light on both sides, seemingly enveloped in a layer of pinkish hue, a unique blood light of a blade that had killed countless people! A fierce aura emanated from the sword tip.

There was no packaging or protection, and this sword tip had been here for who knows how many years. Yet, it still shimmered with cold light, and there was a faint halo around it!

Chu Yang felt his lips dry and his heart pounding like a drum. He forced himself to calm down, reached out, and grabbed the sword tip!

As soon as he held the sword tip, Chu Yang's brows furrowed, and sweat poured out!

The sword tip, buried for so many years, seemed to have no temperature, but when he held it, it was scorching hot. The cold aura in Chu Yang's body, upon contact with the heat, caused a dense fog to rise in the stone room, making it impossible to see anything!

Moreover, a fierce aura suddenly erupted, and the sword tip trembled in Chu Yang's hand, about to cut through his palm and fly away!

Chu Yang exerted all his strength to resist! He was puzzled, as in his previous life, when he obtained the Nine Tribulations Sword tip, there was no such strange situation! Why is everything different this time around?

The struggle of the sword tip grew stronger. Chu Yang was almost unable to control it. Finally, the sword tip jumped, and Chu Yang's brows furrowed. A deep blood groove appeared in his palm!

Seeing the sword tip about to fly away, if it did, he might never find it again in this life!

At this moment, a burst of anger suddenly surged from his dantian. The soul of the Nine Tribulations Sword shot out like lightning, rushing out of the dantian, through the meridians, and into his palm!

Immediately, a peculiar force entered the sword tip from Chu Yang's palm! The struggling sword tip, upon contact with this force, suddenly calmed down!

The cold aura in Chu Yang's body suddenly dissipated, and the heat vanished in an instant. The sword tip in his hand emitted a brilliant light, a blood-red glow shooting up, then disappearing with a swift motion. Chu Yang felt the sword tip suddenly become docile.

The next moment, something even stranger happened!

The gleaming sword tip suddenly vanished from Chu Yang's palm!

In his dantian, the illusory Nine Tribulations Sword trembled excitedly, and the tip suddenly solidified!

The sword tip returned to its place!

The next moment, a vast and profound意境 arose in Chu Yang's heart. In the distance, it seemed as if someone was chanting: "A point of cold light, ten thousand feet of brilliance, slaughtering the world, what does it matter? Buried deep, the sharp will remains unchanged, gathering the clouds, one becomes the emperor!"

Immediately, some incantations and chaotic postures appeared in Chu Yang's mind. His heart was shaken, and his mind sank into the realm of consciousness, carefully observing.

He suddenly realized that these were the incantations of the Nine Tribulations Nine Heavens Divine Art, which he had memorized thoroughly! A peculiar force shot out from the tip of the Nine Tribulations Sword in his dantian, fusing into Chu Yang's limbs and bones...

Unconsciously, Chu Yang's strength suddenly leaped forward, advancing from the first level of Warrior to the third level of Warrior! Moreover, it remained at the peak, with a faint momentum to continue breaking through, but it paused at the peak, not moving.

At the same time, in the realm of consciousness, a figure in a feathered robe and a high hat appeared, holding a sword and slowly unfolding its sword stance!

Each movement was fluid and graceful, captivating Chu Yang's heart and soul!

These sword stances, he knew from his previous life, but he had never grasped their true essence. Now, it seemed as if a mysterious force was helping him, finally revealing the secrets.

In his previous life, he had also obtained the power and incantations from the sword tip, and the situation was the same. However, the feeling this time was different!

In his previous life, there was always a sense of separation, no matter how hard he tried, he could not fully understand. It was like a thin layer of paper that he could not break through no matter how hard he tried.

But now, everything was integrated! Every detail, every subtle change, flowed through his mind like a clear stream, revealing every detail!

This was the recognition of the Nine Tribulations Sword! The privilege of the Nine Tribulations Sword Master!

Chu Yang closed his eyes and immersed himself in this peculiar realm...

He didn't know that at the moment the sword tip entered his dantian, and the four lines of poetry appeared, a colorless light shot up from the middle of the Cloud Gathering Peak of the Skyward Tower, bursting into the sky!

The sky over the entire Lower Three Days suddenly darkened with black clouds, covering the entire sky in an instant!

The continent suddenly fell into darkness! It was pitch black!

It was now morning, and it was just over an hour until noon! At this time, the sky turned dark!

Panic spread across the entire continent!

In the Prime Minister's residence of the Great Zhao Empire.

From the outside, this Prime Minister's residence appeared to be a very ordinary official residence, not particularly large, and not at all luxurious. The guards were not particularly strict either!

But this was the residence of the great hero, Wu Di Qingrou!

When the sky suddenly darkened, chaos erupted around, but in this Prime Minister's residence, it was completely silent, with no signs of disorder.

Immediately, in the shortest time, the entire Prime Minister's residence was brightly lit.

It was morning, and the sudden celestial phenomenon was unexpected, but the people here acted as if they were well-prepared, proceeding in an orderly manner.

The lights came on.

In the study, a middle-aged scholar in his thirties sat upright. He wore simple clothes, looking elegant and refined, with a scholarly face and deep, profound eyes, as if all the affairs of the world were within his sight, leaving nothing out.

When the darkness descended, he seemed to have a premonition and stood by the window, looking up at the sky, silent.

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