Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"I will seize this opportunity to imprison the Son of God, break the seal on the Sun God, and restore my divine power! Are you willing to bear the burden of the Myriad Demon Furnace for me?"

The Earth One stared at the Heaven One in disbelief: "Why did you do this?"

"Hahahaha, once the seal is broken, who below the Sun God can rival me! Not to mention the insignificant Four Realms, even the Bitter Realm will be under my control!"

"Heaven and Earth are willing to do anything for you, but they won't just stand by and watch you go to your death."

"Earth One, are you unwilling to bear the burden of the Myriad Demon Furnace?"

"Heavenly One, now that you are the Son of God, and with the power of the Three Demons, you have no guarantee of victory, and I will not allow you to make such a mistake!"

"The Earth?"

"Heavenly One, give up!"

The Heavenly One walked away angrily, and for the next few days, the two did not exchange another word.

However, the Earth One still stayed by the Heaven One's side, wary of him doing anything irreversible.

A few days later, Shao Hao, along with Sirius and the Night God's family, went to the Fire House Buddhist Prison to begin investigating the overseas industries of the Dead Kingdom.

Yan Wangsuo still guards the endless sea to raise fish. The long-term exposure to the sea breeze has made his face rough and dark.

He stretched out his fingers, trying his best to count the fish in the clear water:

"One, two, three... thirty-three, oh dear, seventeen of them are dead!"

"One, two, three... I can't count them all, they've given birth to so many little fish, they're so prolific!"

"I wonder if Miss Cui will praise me when she sees these fish?"

Yama rubbed his bald head and chuckled foolishly.

Just as the Kingdom of the Dead was divided over its new territory, riots broke out on the Isle of Slaughter.

From Wangdao to Shidao and Lingdao, wave after wave of protests erupted, but Jidao remained quiet and undisturbed under the reassurance of Xuanjue, who had resigned from his post and returned to a stable life.

The jade bead tree on Heng Island had sprouted new buds, but because of Yuanbie's death, these newly grown leaves withered away.

Only a few elderly people were on board the island, completely unaware of what was happening in the world outside.

King Jiwu ignored these protests and first promoted three female elders to reside in the Royal Tree Palace, where they regularly announced to the people of the whole country that the Royal Tree was growing well.

Then, many female officials were promoted, and under the leadership of Fu Yingnu, they migrated to the Tower of Compassion in an orderly manner.

The men of the Shattered Island panicked even more. They had heard that the men of the Tower of Compassionate Light were all refined and cultured. What if their wives were gone and never returned?

"Where are we sending our wives?"

"Let go of my wife!"

"Honey, you can't leave me!"

This immigration is an irresistible military operation, but anyone who resists will be killed without mercy.

In addition, King Jiwu promoted many craftsmen, especially skilled shipbuilders and fishermen, and gave them all generous treatment.

King Jiwu stood on the black barge and watched the last transport ship depart.

The checkpoints at Brahma and Maha were removed, and not a single soldier was to be seen. The bridge was now filled with tourists and merchants.

Luo Hou stood beside him, observing quietly.

The affairs of the Tower of Compassion were all entrusted to Huang Quan. With the meticulous Cui Luo Han and the steady Ya Hun assisting him, and Xiao Jian Dun helping him from time to time, Huang Quan did not make any mistakes.

In the past few days, Luo Hou stayed by Ji Wu Wang's side, and the two went in and out together, establishing good diplomatic relations between the Bitter Realm and the Broken Island.

"While these women are away from the broken island, I will take this opportunity to thoroughly clean up the mess and completely eradicate these filthy men's thoughts of trampling on women."

“Everything is too much and too little is too much.”

"You said you don't discriminate against women."

"Yin is inside, guarding Yang; Yang is outside, commanding Yin."

King Jiwu asked suspiciously, "What does this mean?"

"It means that yin and yang should be in balance, like you and me..."

"Ok?"

Luo Hou approached him: "King Ji Wu, may I remove your crown?"

King Jiwu took a step back warily: "What do you want to do?"

"If you don't even dare to take off your crown, how can you talk about changing the bad habits of the broken island?"

"The crown is my authority, my responsibility."

"The crown is also your bondage, your thorns."

"I'm used to it."

"You can change along with the women of Broken Island."

"I... I should go back; I still have official business to attend to."

Luo Hou sighed inwardly; his personality disorder had lasted too long, and treatment would not be a quick or easy task.

“I once said that once the war is over, I will ask you for a person.”

"who is it?"

“Your special envoy, Yu Cixin.”

King Jiwu flicked his royal robe: "What do you want her for?"

"This is between her and me."

The two looked at each other, but unfortunately, one wore a crown and the other wore a mask, so their expressions could not be seen.

Only the fluttering robes billowed in the waves of clouds.

Riding the wind, soaring through the vast sky, I gaze down upon the mountains and rivers.

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Chapter 129 The Prequel to the Martial Lord: The Buried History

In Xiwulin, in a deserted pavilion in a desolate mountain, four young people are sitting or lying down.

The seated figure was wielding a brush, and the portrait gradually took shape, revealing a tall and robust figure with a golden battle robe fluttering in the wind and a heavy broadsword slung over his shoulder.

His eyes darted around, revealing an air of disdain.

This is a gift that Jun Fengqing prepared to give to her elder brother.

His elder brother was Luo Hou, the most renowned wandering swordsman in the Western Martial World.

One of the young men lying down raised the wine flask and poured out the last drop of wine.

"Damn it! It's gone!"

Someone next to him said, "Second Brother, your name is Yuhu, not Jiuhu (wine pot). Drink less; your wound hasn't healed yet."

Qing Yuhu retorted sarcastically, "Ji Fengnian, your name is Fengnian, how come there have been either droughts or floods all these years?"

Luo Hou leaned against a corner of the pavilion, his face filled with worry.

The four brothers had just fought a major battle to eliminate evil and bring peace, killing hundreds of villains, but the second brother, Qingyuhu, and the third brother, Jifengnian, were both seriously injured.

The fourth brother, Jun Fengqing, finished the painting and placed it on the stone table to dry.

"Brother, is something on your mind?"

Luo Hou stood up: "You must have all heard the recent rumors. There is a demon god who is said to be from outer space, who has started a frenzied killing spree in the Western Martial World."

"He has been killing people for a full twenty-one days. If this continues, he will kill everyone in the entire Western Martial World."

Qingyu clenched his fist.

Jun Fengqing guessed Luo Hou's thoughts: "Big brother, are you going?"

"My second and third brothers are injured. Fourth brother, you take care of them. I will go alone this time."

"no!"

The three brothers unanimously opposed the idea.

They were wandering knights who had experienced too many life-or-death battles and knew very well how terrifying a demon god who could slaughter the Western Martial World would be.

Jun Fengqing smiled and said, "Does elder brother think we are a burden?"

"Feng Qing, you understand that's not what I meant."

"Then let's go together! We'll live together, and we'll die together!"

"Ok."

Jun Fengqing carefully put away the portrait, Qingyu put down the wine bag, and Ji Fengnian wrapped his injured arm.

"set off!"

The sun is setting, and the autumn wind is bleak.

After the four left, the barren mountain appeared even more desolate.

The scene shifts instantly, and it's already late at night.

Endless flashes of blades, ceaseless roars, and splattering blood.

The four Luo Hou brothers fought against a monster with horns on its head, a body like a raging beast, and red eyes.

"Wolf-Slaying and Earth-Burning Technique!"

The blade's energy shook the heavens, pierced into the earth, absorbed the power of the earth's layers, and charged towards the demon.

Jun Fengqing responded coldly. His weapon was the paintbrush in his hand. Just as his elder brother unleashed his ultimate move, he pointed in the air, and several magic lines immediately formed, binding the demon within them.

They had fought this battle countless times and were well-versed in teamwork. When their fourth brother made his move, Qing Yuhu's knife and Ji Fengnian's sword attacked simultaneously.

In an instant, the blade amplified the sword's power, and the sword danced in sync with the blade, exploding simultaneously.

The demon swung its claws to block the knife and sword, then spun around and swung its thick tail, which resembled both a dragon and a python, towards Jidu.

The clang of weapons rang out three times with a resounding boom.