Published: March 9, 2025
Ao Xieyun stroked his chin, furrowing his brow as he speculated, “Until now, the final calamity of Nine Calamities is still undecided. According to Boss Chu, there should be the eighth segment of the Nine Calamity Sword here. The sudden burst of light that just emerged very likely comes from the eighth segment of the Nine Calamity Sword. However, that light only chose Xiao Wu. Let me make a bold assumption... could it be that Xiao Wu is the final calamity of the Nine Calamities?”
Mo Tianji fell into deep thought, weighing the possibilities of Ao Xieyun's words.
The eyes of the others lit up. If Ao Xieyun's speculation was true, then the Nine Calamities would be complete. The combination of Nine Calamities would indeed be a great blessing!
However, Rui Butong, who loved to contradict Ao Xieyun, spoke up, “If those beams of light truly represent the Nine Calamities, and if Xiao Wu represents the last calamity, then what do the remaining three beams of light signify? Is there a tenth calamity, or an eleventh calamity?”
Everyone fell silent at once; Rui Butong made a valid point.
Indeed, the other three beams had vanished without a trace—who knew where they had gone? To determine the Nine Calamities based on this was rather farfetched.
At this stage, it was impossible to ascertain what those four beams of light truly meant, what they symbolized, or what they represented?!
At the same time, Chu Yang also felt something, or perhaps he sensed something. One of the beams of white light flew out but then silently returned, as if it had merely gone out for a stroll and then with a “swish,” vanished back into his body.
Chu Yang was startled and thought, what’s going on? Could it be that I’ve won another prize?
Why say “another”? It’s not like such good fortune hadn’t happened more than once recently!
However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that the white light had indeed entered his body, but he wasn’t the one who hit the jackpot. That white light had truly entered the Nine Calamity Space within his body, diving straight into Wu Qianqian, who was in a state of slumber.
The one who won was actually Wu Qianqian!
Chu Yang was stunned, focusing his thoughts. Yet, after pondering for quite a while, he couldn’t figure out what was going on. The only conclusion he could draw was that the white light must have gone out for a look, found its target within his Nine Calamity Space, and then returned.
However, the domain of this white light was astonishingly high. His Nine Calamity Space had never allowed any external force to freely enter, but this white light could make an exception. Truly remarkable!
In the Iron Cloud Palace of Iron Cloud Nation.
The monarch of Iron Cloud, Tie Butian, was currently leaning against the railing, gazing into the distance, reminiscing about her beloved. Last time, Chu Yang had hurried in and out, leaving behind endless sweet memories for Tie Butian. When Chu Yang left, Tie Butian was standing right here to see him off.
It was precisely because of that farewell that Tie Butian developed a new habit. Almost every so often, she would come here to look into the distance. Even though she knew it was merely waiting in vain, she still held onto hope.
Perhaps that heartless one… would suddenly return?
Yet, day after day passed, and Chu Yang never came back. Over time, Tie Butian grew accustomed to this habit.
The guards stood far behind, not daring to make any noise. They all knew that the emperor could not be disturbed at this moment. They held their breaths, not daring to speak.
“You… are you well?” A hint of tenderness flashed in Tie Butian's eyes as she looked toward the distant horizon, letting out a deep sigh in her heart.
If I had been willing to abandon everything and follow him back then... then perhaps I wouldn’t have to suffer this longing? But… how could I bear to let go?
“I’ll go back now.” Tie Butian slightly turned to head back to the palace.