Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The most serious problem is that he often confuses his own gender, and he may even abuse his family in the future.

But in this world, she is the only one.

He had already lost Qingyuhu, Jifengnian, and Junfengqing; he couldn't lose her too.

Luo Hou took a step back and bowed deeply: "Huai Sheng Qi Ao, I, Luo Hou, wish to marry you. I will have no other heart in this life, we will share the same bed in life and the same grave in death. If there is an afterlife, our love will not be extinguished."

Yu Cixin was stunned and speechless for a long time.

Luo Hou did not change his posture, but raised his voice and said again:

“Huai Sheng Qi Ao, I, Luo Hou, wish to marry you. I will have no other heart in this life, we will share the same bed in life and the same grave in death. If there is an afterlife, our love will not be extinguished.”

"I... grant your request."

Luo Hou raised his head, and the person in front of him was already glistening with tears.

"Thank you."

He pulled her into his arms.

Amidst the vast landscape, one can only yearn for distant places; better to cherish the person before one's eyes.

Chapter 131 A Coffin Initiates the War Between Saints and Demons

The snowfall in the Bitter Lands this year was very heavy.

Especially in the Central Plains region, nine out of ten households suffered from the disaster, with heavy snow collapsing many houses and leaving a large number of villagers homeless.

Just then, a religious organization called End Times Holy Tradition appeared. It built temporary shelters to take in the disaster victims and held prayer meetings to soothe their emotions.

The headquarters of the End Times Holy Tradition is also called the "Ten True Palm Heaven Palace". From a distance, it looks like a pair of clasped hands supporting the majestic hall and the magnificent bell tower.

According to the organization, this is called "the truth lies in the palms and fingers."

Murong Qing walked through countless kneeling believers, who kept bowing and offering their devout praise:

"May the Holy One grant me an audience, and may the Heavenly Emperor bless me so that the snow disaster may pass quickly."

"We pray to see the Holy One and thank the Heavenly Lord for bestowing upon us a house and food."

"I pray for an audience with the Holy One, and thank the Heavenly Emperor!"

He was somewhat dazed. A hundred years had passed since he left this place, and the boy who had once sworn never to return had broken his promise.

Murong Qing walked up to the top floor, where Su Xianqing, the Grand Master of Xuantian, was already waiting for him, his sinister eyes revealing a cold light of determination.

"Gu Yu, it's been a long time."

"I am Murong Qing. I am here to make a deal, not to reminisce."

"Whatever your purpose, all I want to say is, welcome back."

“Su Xianqing, I know your greedy ambitions perfectly well.”

“But you still compromised. You wouldn’t have come back to me if you hadn’t been driven to desperation.”

Murong Qing, realizing he had hit the nail on the head, snorted coldly: "Now you need me, and only I can open that holy city."

"Same here. You're already helpless against the Demon Prince. Opening the Holy City is your only gamble."

"Get on with it before I change my mind."

Opening the Holy City requires three conditions: the Holy Key, the Holy Bone, and the Holy Soul. Murong Qing, as the Holy One Adoni of the Ni Yu Clan, is someone who possesses the Holy Soul.

The key was found decades ago.

The only thing missing now is the sacred bone.

Su Xianqing coldly said, "The sacred bone is the dragon bone of your Ni Yu clan's descendants. It only has an effect if A Du Ni personally removes it."

“The Rainbow Feather Clan has been wiped out. You wouldn’t expect me to remove my own dragon bones, would you?”

"No need, the egret is already under my control."

Murong Qing understood: "So it was you who killed Ling Po and kidnapped Fei Lu!"

"If you take the dragon bone, she can still live. Have you made up your mind?"

Murong Qing hesitated for a moment, but then the image of the grave piled with bones and the ever-present smell of roasted meat appeared before his eyes.

Having come this far, there's no reason to turn back.

"Lead the way."

The underground prison of the Ten True Palm Heavenly Palace was gloomy and dark. Fei Lu huddled in a corner, and no one knew how many days had passed.

Suddenly, Murong Qing appeared before them.

Feilu rushed excitedly to the prison door, shaking the iron bars: "Adoni, have you come to save me?"

Murong Qing did not answer. He walked into the cell and gently stroked Fei Lu's back.

"Adoni, all our people are dead, Lingpo is dead too, waaaaah~"

"Don't be afraid, Feilu, it will be over soon."

"Adoni, what are you doing?"

Murong Qing suddenly exerted force and pulled a section of dragon bone out of Fei Lu's body, causing blood to splatter high.

"Why? Ah~"

Confusion filled the air, followed by cries of agony.

Murong Qing hurried away, unable to bear hearing the last clansman's lament any longer.

With all three items in hand, Su Xianqing led Murong Qing to the Heavenly Azure Spirit Spring.

Thanks to the efforts of the Holy Legacy of the End Times, the Holy City has now emerged from the ground, with only the seals of the five great masters of the past still tightly binding this enormous city.

Murong Qing placed the dragon bone on the sacred key and then infused it with her own divine will.

In an instant, the Holy Key slowly floated into the air, where yin and yang converged, and good and evil merged, before crashing into the seal.

boom.

The seal collapsed, the holy city awoke, its light illuminating thousands of miles, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth immediately became restless.

A moment later, a series of extremely excited growls echoed through the holy city: "Ha~ Ah~"

The terrifying roar startled Murong Qing. How could the Heavenly Lord's voice be so evil?

But he had staked everything; no matter what monster was sealed in the holy city, he was determined to obtain the hidden power within today.

Unbeknownst to them, the temple gates opened, and a streak of flame shot into the sky and flew out of the city.

"This is?"

Just as Murong Qing was puzzled, a palm strike came from behind, knocking him to the ground.

"Su Xianqing, how could you!"

"My goal has been achieved. Is there any need to keep you alive? Murong Qing, you are too naive. No one wants to possess the power of the Holy City."

"Uh~"

Before Murong Qing could retaliate, Su Xianqing struck again.

At that critical moment, a powerful hurricane burst forth from the temple, pulling Murong Qing inside. Then, the temple doors slowly closed, and the city once again emitted a dim, eerie light.

Su Xianqing had no time to think and chased after the flame that had just shot out.

It was a coffin exuding a thick demonic aura, capable of piercing through mountains and flying rapidly through the air.

"evil creature!"

Just as the demonic coffin had flown a hundred miles away, a sudden shout rang out, and a righteous and holy aura struck the demonic coffin. It turned out to be a monk who had made the move.

The monk, brimming with Buddhist energy, intended to use his life's cultivation to shatter the demonic coffin: "Judgment of the Bewitching Realm, shout!"

Unexpectedly, the evil flames surged, their power overwhelming, and the monk was immediately thwarted.

A blatant laugh echoed from within the demonic coffin: "Baldy Wuhuo, I never imagined that after all these years, you haven't improved at all! Hahahaha~"

The monk who came to stop the appearance of the Heavenly Coffin was none other than the monk Wu Huo Mi Du from the Buddhist holy site of Yun Gu Lei Feng, who was also one of the five masters who sealed the Heavenly Coffin back then.

Amidst maniacal laughter, the Demonic Coffin once again unleashed its unparalleled power, releasing the accumulated evil energy of millennia to deliver its ultimate attack:

"shock!"

This move, imbued with the power to destroy gods, instantly caused mountains and rivers to collapse and the earth to split apart.

"Pfft~"

Unable to dodge in time, Wu Huo Mi Du was severely injured, flying backwards for several miles before crashing into the sky.

The Heavenly Coffin unleashed another powerful burst of energy, but it was blocked by two streams of Buddhist energy that originated from the same source.

"Hmph, you bald monks of Yun Gu Lei Feng, I will repay you for everything you have done to me. Just you wait!"

The Heavenly Coffin roared and then flew toward the Ten True Palms Heavenly Palace.

Soon, Wu Huo Du Mi returned to Yun Gu Lei Feng and thanked the other two fellow practitioners for saving his life.

"The coffin has been unearthed, the demon has appeared, a calamity for the heavens!"

Duan Ye She Wang, one of the three elders, comforted him: "Although the demon is powerful, there is still a seal on the Heavenly Coffin, and the demon cannot leave the coffin for a short time."

Wu Huo Du Mi angrily said, "This battle has proven that the Holy Chronicle of the End Times has a close relationship with the Demon Lord. From now on, we must focus all our efforts on dealing with the Holy Chronicle of the End Times and prevent the Demon Lord from entering the world."

Ba Kuxing hesitated for a moment: "Attack on the Last Holy Path is a major event. Should we consult the Buddha Chief?"

"When I sealed the demon, the Buddha was not involved; I handled the matter myself."

Wu Huo Mi Du was always assertive, and the two monks were used to putting him first. They immediately agreed: "We will fully cooperate with your instructions."

Chapter 132 The Sweeping Monk of Cloud Drum Thunder Peak

Luo Hou stayed with Shao Hao at the Tower of Compassionate Light for half a day before returning to the Bitter Realm.

He was going to prepare a grand wedding, and the auspicious day to marry her would be when spring arrived next year.

Unexpectedly, the moment they stepped into Tiandu, the little fox pounced on them with a "woof": "Martial Lord, Chijing has been resurrected!"