Published: March 8, 2025
Wuzhuo City remained silent, but there was a hint of pain etched on its face.
"Actually, considering the strength of that powerful being at Heaven's Gate, it is comparable to that of the Purple Sky Emperor Purple Hero from back then, or even surpasses it in terms of strength and influence. However, due to the Holy Sovereign, who is obsessed with comfort, he is restricted and unable to unleash his full potential. Moreover, even if his power were to be fully unleashed, the outcome would likely be the same as that of the Purple Sky Emperor, providing no substantial aid to the overall situation. Instead, it would genuinely harm the vital energy needed to resist foreign invasions.”
“Thus, he can only choose to remain still for now, endure humiliation and bear burdens without acting rashly. Fortunately, two powerful beings from the Outer Cosmos left behind the Nine Calamity Sword, giving Nine Heavens a glimmer of hope, allowing this powerful being to make this change. Therefore, this long-drawn, ultimate plan can finally be set in motion.”
Chu Yang spoke slowly, his tone as flat as plain water, yet inside, he was as turbulent as Wuzhuo City, rarely finding a moment of calm.
To be honest, because of this matter, he genuinely wanted to give that bastard Snow Tear Cold a beating, even feeling that a thousand cuts might not quench his anger.
Chu Yang firmly vowed in his heart: once he gained strength, he would make sure to beat Snow Tear Cold into a pig’s head! If one beating didn’t relieve his anger, then two, three... until he felt satisfied. As for whether Snow Tear Cold would turn into a pig’s head, a Buddha’s head, or a panda’s head, that wasn’t something Chu Yang cared about.
Whatever head it is.
Although Snow Tear Cold's intentions were good, benevolent, and great, this "great" plan had caused immense suffering to people like them. It had also brought calamity to Wuzhuo City and the generations of nine calamity sword masters, not to mention the plight of the past sword masters, which was even more unbearable.
Just because of this "suffering," Chu Yang had to settle the score with Snow Tear Cold; no one could stop him.
Chu Yang harbored countless grievances, but at this moment, facing Wuzhuo City, to prevent any extreme reactions from it, he could only approach the situation from a broader perspective, trying to speak more about the merits of Snow Tear Cold, as well as the seriousness and necessity of this plan. In short, he needed to convince this elder completely and do the work thoroughly.
Otherwise, after wasting half a day spitting words, if this elder suddenly got angry and shouted, “Boss, I’m sorry!” followed by a “bang” that shattered the Heavenly Spirit, and then left...
Then he would truly be in a situation where everything would be in vain, with nowhere to find tears of sorrow.
“And thus, the nine calamity sword masters came to be, and so did the nine calamities,” Chu Yang said slowly. “Throughout the generations of nine calamities, aside from a few, now they are all fighting on the Otherworldly Battlefield against heavenly demons, battling desperately.”
Wuzhuo City trembled all over but surprisingly remained silent, not speaking a word.
“Those seniors have exhausted all their strength, but in terms of the battle situation, they can only serve to restrain and harass. They can never achieve a decisive effect; yet, it is their continuous sacrifices, combined with the local forces of Nine Heavens, that have created a stalemate in the Purple Sky region…”
“Of course, another reason for the stalemate is that the otherworldly demons do not have absolute confidence, fearing that prolonged warfare would provoke a full-scale counterattack from Nine Heavens. Hence, they do not dare to launch a large-scale invasion. However, in recent hundreds of thousands of years, due to the abundant resources and vast territory of Purple Sky, the otherworldly demons have completely escaped the crisis of extermination. They are reproducing at an alarming rate, and naturally, their numbers are increasing, alongside the original inhabitants who have migrated over, as well as the masters and geniuses who have come to seek refuge…”