Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The boiled beef I ate that day is still on the mind of the evil spirits of the underworld.

King Jiwu spoke second: "I want the River Without Moon."

The island's water source has been polluted by slaughter. If we can obtain this clear, thousand-mile stretch of water, we can relocate all the women on the island here. As long as they give birth to children, we can completely overturn the age-old concept of men being superior to women.

The remaining places are the Tower of Compassion and the Valley of Ten Thousand Pines.

The Heavenly Venerable Emperor Yin politely declined, saying, "Please, Lord Wu."

"The Bitter Realm is vast and rich in resources. I will give up the Valley of Ten Thousand Pines to the Poetic Heavenly City and choose the Tower of Compassionate Light to guard the Heavenly Source for the Four Realms."

The Heavenly Venerable Emperor Yin smiled and said, "That's excellent."

The light source was originally created by the poetic heavenly city, so the Tower of Compassionate Light was of no use to them.

Next came the allocation of cities, but there were only three.

King Jiwu was the first to abstain: "The Shattered Island and the Tower of Compassion are very close, there is no need to occupy the city."

As the largest contributor of military power, the Dead Kingdom unceremoniously took away the capital.

Luo Hou chose Xiushilin, while Shiyi Tiancheng got Poor Scholar's Forest.

Each of the four kingdoms got what it wanted, and the battle of the Four Realms came to a perfect end.

Chapter 126 The Shocking Change in Tiandu

When Ti Wushang opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

The last words that lingered in my ears were Shi Yin's dying words: "Find Ye Xiaochai and retrieve the Blade Beyond Limits... My Divine Source... Find the Beginning of the Sword... Restore the Kingdom, restore the Kingdom!"

He stood up. It was a small grove of trees, and neither the wind in the grove nor the fallen leaves on the ground carried the aura of the Tower of Compassion.

It certainly won't be anywhere in the Four Realms.

It is unknown what forbidden technique Wu Yi Shi Yin used in his last moments before death to teleport him to this strange world.

The unfamiliar environment filled Ti Wushang, who had long lived in the Silent Well Floating Corridor, with a touch of fear.

Finding people is not one of his strengths.

But Shi Yin... Shi Yin!

Ti Wushang didn't know who Ye Xiaochai was. He and Shi Yin hadn't seen each other for a very long time. If it weren't for the life-or-death battle of the Tower of Compassion, Shi Yin wouldn't have gone to find him.

But at the beginning of the sword.

Ti Wushang felt a sharp pain in his heart. He didn't want to see Jian Zhichu again, nor did he want to see those eyes that looked so much like his old friend's.

That year, Shi Yin brought a child to the Jijing Floating Corridor and asked Ti Wushang to teach the child swordsmanship.

"He is a natural-born swordsman. Once his swordsmanship is perfected, he will surely become the pride of the Tower of Compassion."

Ti Wushang recognized those eyes: "He! He's her child?"

Shi Yin sighed: "Yes..."

"Take it away!"

Ti Wushang drove Shi Yin and the children out of the Silent Well Floating Corridor.

The snow fell exceptionally heavily that day, and even Ti Wushang, who was usually immune to the cold, felt unusually chilly.

The ink-black sword continuously oozed red blood, drop by drop, trickling into a stream.

He didn't want to see those eyes again, because it would remind him of the original owner of those eyes, a girl who was the purest in the world.

Ti Wushang walked out of the grove. The sunlight was too bright, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands.

It took a long time before I opened my eyes again.

It turned out that it wasn't the sunlight that was dazzling, but the reflection of the snow. I never imagined that there would be such heavy snow in the Bitter Land.

He slowly walked towards the crowd, inquiring about a person named Ye Xiaochai.

It was getting dark.

With Wu Jun gone and Ya Shao gone, the sky felt much colder and quieter.

With the heavy snow, everyone either practiced their skills or went to bed, and the palace doors were closed early.

At midnight, everything is silent.

Little Fox was woken up by the urge to urinate. Ling Shuixian wouldn't allow him to urinate in the room, so he had to get up, open the door, and go outside Tiandu.

"It's so cold, this fox spirit is really suffering."

Just as he was shivering, he suddenly heard a strange sound, as if something was emerging from the snow.

"This is?"

"What a terrifying sound!"

"Is it haunted?"

"Hurry back and close the door."

Little Fox has always been a coward and has been mocked by Little Rabbit many times.

Thinking of the little rabbit, the little fox mustered up her courage: "Let's go take a look, just one look."

"So I can tell stories to the little rabbit tomorrow."

"Hmph, this fox spirit has seen ghosts before!"

He tiptoed over, and the sound came from the grave where the red-eyed man was buried.

In the snow-white night, two hands with sharp nails were seen digging open the grave mound, and then a huge creature crawled out from inside.

"Ghost~"

The little fox cried out pitifully, trying to run away, but his legs were numb and weak.

The monster crawled out intact, staggered towards the little fox, and stared intently at him with its crimson eyes.

Although the little fox couldn't move, it recognized the monster in front of it and instinctively called out, "Red Eyes, it's Red Eyes! I'm the little fox!"

"Red Eyes...Little Fox...Red Eyes?"

Red-Eyed Fox walked up to the little fox and extended its sharp claws.

It stuck its head out and sniffed again, mumbling, "Fire House Buddha Prison... Roar... It's the aura of Fire House Buddha Prison."

"Yes, yes, I am the little fox of the Fiery Prison of Buddha, the princess's alternate body... Please don't kill me!"

"Firestorm, Buddha's Prison, Demon Prince! Roar!"

After saying this, Chi Jing's wings suddenly opened, and he soared into the sky, taking flight.

At this moment, the people of Tiandu were awakened, and Nanfeng Bujing and Modao Juechen rushed out.

"Little Fox, what happened?"

The little fox wailed, "I was almost eaten by Red Eyes!"

"Not good!"

Nanfeng walked to Chijing's grave. The pit was empty, with only black demonic flames remaining, flickering with an eerie dark light.

A desolate cave, a deep night.

Jialing's head was nodding off intermittently.

Ningyuan remained awake; he had endured sleepless nights like this for hundreds of years.

Suddenly, he looked outside the cave and saw a massive surge of magical energy rushing towards it.

Jialing awoke with a start: "Your Majesty?"

"Red Eyes is back."

"He's not dead?"

"Maybe."

Sure enough, Red Eyes folded its wings and went into the cave.

The gash at the waist was still there, the skin and flesh had not grown back, only a thick layer of demonic energy wrapped around the wound, fusing the upper and lower body pieces together.

"The Demon Prince?"

"Red Eyes, welcome back."

"Luo Hou's sword energy has caused me too much damage. After dawn, I will go to find something to heal me."

Chi Jing emphasized the word "Luo Hou" with particular force, his voice filled with deep-seated resentment.

Ok?

Ningyuan's heart skipped a beat; this was not Chijing's usual tone.

"Do you know where to look?"

"know."

After finishing speaking, Chi Jing leaned against the mountain wall, looking extremely tired.

After daybreak, Ningyuan and Jialing set off with Chijing. He was now seriously injured and could no longer carry Ningyuan while flying.

After walking for a long time, we arrived at a quiet place filled with flowers.

Ningyuan didn't know why Chijing had come to this place, but there was clearly a profound array set up in this garden, and the array carried a pure and holy aura.

He flicked out a cluster of flames; if he couldn't solve it, he would force his way in.

The flames consumed everything, and the formation vanished without a trace.

Ningyuan stepped into the garden and saw two little girls playing there.

Upon seeing strangers enter, the two girls screamed, "Who are you?"

Ningyuan smiled and asked, "Little girls, who are you?"

The younger girl was dressed in a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown, and carried a peach wood sword in her hand.

She brandished her peach wood sword and shouted, "I am Daoist Ling Ziling! This is Sister Yan Pianpian! What do you want?"