Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang stood quietly at the foot of the mountain.
The boundless snow obscured the entire sky, and in this desolate world, it seemed he was the only one left.
He stood at the mountain's summit, gazing across at the opposite peak. He had been standing there for an entire night.
He stood still, without moving an inch. No one knew what he was thinking deep in his heart.
Opposite him was the Wind Thunder Platform.
The fifth section of the Nine Calamity Sword was right here.
In his past life, he had also experienced bitterness at this very spot.
Here, with his own blood and sweat, he had caused catastrophic ruin. Let time flow backward, and everything start anew.
But this place was also his most painful dream.
Here, he had faced the most painful betrayal of his life. His closest friend, Mo Tianji, had ambushed him for the sake of his sister. That trap was seamless for him.
It was the first time Chu Yang personally experienced the brilliance of Mo Tianji's master strategizing, and it was also the last.
It was only after his rebirth that Chu Yang truly understood that Mo Tianji had terminated him for his sister, Mo Qingwu!
Qingwu.
Standing in the heavy snow, Chu Yang seemed to see the past life’s Qingwu again. Dressed in red, she danced gracefully amidst the endless snow.
Her gaze was melancholic, her beauty heart-wrenching.
"Chu Yang, in this life, I dance only for you."
That was the first time Qingwu danced for him.
One dance, his heart was already intoxicated.
In this life, to dance for you, to dance through life, my heart unchanged through a thousand twists, a thousand deaths still not bitter.
A lifetime without light dance, one dance a lifetime of suffering. So my name is Mo Qingwu. I do not dance lightly, but when I do, it is for a lifetime.
"Chu Yang, if there is a next life, if I can meet you again, I hope you will look at me properly. I am more beautiful than the sword."
......
Chu Yang stood there, lost in thought.
"Yes, you are more beautiful than the sword. What sword could compare to your beauty? Even the Nine Calamity Sword cannot!" Chu Yang murmured.
In his heart, he felt that sooner or later, the Qingwu of his past life would return! Or rather, the current Mo Qingwu would someday awaken the memories belonging to her past life.
Since Mo Qingwu began having that strange dream, Chu Yang had held onto that feeling.
He was looking forward to Mo Qingwu's return.
Because he had too many words he could not share with anyone, even with the current Mo Qingwu. Only the Qingwu of his past life could truly understand him, could truly know him. Only she could comprehend what he struggled for throughout his life.
And only the Qingwu of his past life could forgive him.
Only she could genuinely say to him, "I forgive you."
Then Chu Yang could finally let go of the heavy stone in his heart, untangling the last knot of his emotions. The current Qingwu was lovely and adorable, deeply attached to him; sometimes Chu Yang would think that he had already made up for his past life.
But every time he faced his true self, he would know, there was no remedy!
No remedy!
The one who was hurt was the Qingwu of his past life. In this life, even if he made a million times more compensation to the current Qingwu, the scars of the past still existed.
They could not be erased!
This knot could only be untied by the Chu Yang and Qingwu of his past life.
But Chu Yang was also afraid of Mo Qingwu's return.
Because he knew that he was no longer whole, no longer the Chu Yang of his past life. In this life, despite the struggles, despite the pain, and despite always fighting, it was undeniable that this life had seen him achieve success at a young age, sailing smoothly.
At just under twenty years of age, he had reached the sword saint’s ninth rank pinnacle. This achievement, while still insignificant compared to powerful cultivators, was unprecedented in the Nine Heavens Continent!
He had worked hard to maintain his composure, but... with the glory of youthful fame, did he truly feel no sense of pride? That would be a lie.