Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Hearing the villagers' cries, Jialing lowered his head and remained silent.

Luo Hou said coldly, "Tell the Demon Prince that I will come again."

After such a long buffer period, the high temperature in the village dropped considerably. He smashed the seal with a punch, revealing the road leading to the outside.

The villagers, without bothering to collect their belongings, fled in panic, leaving nothing behind in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the Demon Prince and Crimson Eyes had just arrived at the gate of Cloud Drum Thunder Peak.

A devastating demonic energy swept across the Buddhist holy land.

"I, the Demon Prince, I represent... I don't represent anything."

Yun Gu Lei Feng Temple is built on a high mountain peak. At this moment, the setting sun shines on the many temples, and the evening breeze carries the sound of chanting, making this ancient temple even more solemn and sacred.

The mountain gate is majestic, flanked by golden ginkgo trees, with a winding staircase path leading to the forest.

A middle-aged monk dressed in a gray cloth robe is sweeping up the falling leaves.

The falling leaves never stopped, and neither did the broom in his hand.

Ningyuan stopped to watch, but the monk seemed oblivious to the powerful sense of oppression, continuing to sweep with a calm and serene expression.

"Fallen leaves cannot be swept away, their shadows scattering across the ground. Master, how can we deal with these disturbing leaves covering the ground?"

The sweeping monk, without looking up, casually replied, "Sweep today, sweep tomorrow, sweep diligently every day, and you will find peace and quiet."

"The leaves fall today, the leaves fall tomorrow, the leaves fall every day, it's all so annoying."

"The wind blows the roof tiles, and one tile falls and breaks my head. I do not blame the tile; it is not free."

Listening to their conversation, Chi Jing was very impatient: "Wouldn't it be better to use this free time for cultivation?"

"Red Eyes, since when did you start liking to make decisions for me?"

"I'm tired of your boring sentiments."

"So, Crimson Eyes, will you leave me? Choose to end your mission as an observer. Or, let me take on the role of observer and see what surprises you will bring me after your rebirth."

"Humph!"

Just then, a Buddhist aura wafted in, and three monks carrying staffs and ordination sticks descended upon the mountain gate.

"You are a demon!"

Ningyuan denied his accusations: "All appearances arise from the mind; the Buddha's mind sees the Buddha, and the demon's mind sees the demon. If you see me as a demon, then your demonic mind already exists."

The monk was flustered and didn't know how to answer.

Ning Yuan approached him: "Cause and effect exist on their own. A demon is a demon because of cause and effect. When you see one, you should have a heart of compassion and diligence, not a heart of retreat and fear. Do you understand?"

The monk broke out in a cold sweat: "I see, we have learned something."

Just as Ningyuan was feeling smug, a furious shout came from the mountain: "Demon, how dare you speak of Buddhist principles!"

Two old monks descended upon the mountain gate, intending to stop the demon.

Ning Yuan's lips curled into a sneer: "Since you're unwilling to discuss Buddhist principles, then let's discuss demonic principles. Are demons not sentient beings, and therefore do not offer expedient methods?"

The old monk argued, "If a demon has a mind, he can become a Buddha in a single thought. Do you have a mind?"

"I have no interest in Buddhism."

"Since you have no intention of retreating, it is our duty to vanquish the demon at Yun Gu Lei Feng."

Ningyuan asked, "Master, you have a heart, but what is it?"

"To be devoted to Buddha is to have the heart of Buddha."

"The past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped, the future mind cannot be grasped. I, the demon, have no mind, yet I am guilty. The Buddha's mind of the master is so narrow that it cannot tolerate a single demon."

The old monk was enraged: "You are spreading heresies and misleading the masses! You are slandering and defaming the Buddha, and you will surely suffer in the Avici Hell!"

"Before the demon even made a move, the Buddha was already filled with murderous intent. The moment a thought arises, one is already far removed from the Buddha."

"you!"

Ningyuan asked again, "Master, can a demon become a Buddha?"

"Put down your butcher's knife, and even a demon can become a Buddha."

"Master, how can you guide me to Buddhahood?"

The old monk's face immediately lit up with joy: "I will shave your head and ordain you, so that you may sever all desires and thoughts and find peace of mind and body."

“When I came here, I also saw a practitioner on the road. This person is now dead. He has since cut off his desires and eliminated his thoughts, and his body and mind are at peace.”

"Nonsense! Even if we cannot save you, Yun Gu Lei Feng has tens of thousands of scriptures. If you diligently study and practice, you will be able to save you."

Ningyuan slowly said, "When I came here, I also saw cultivators on the road. There are tens of millions of Gu insects that feed on thousands of books. They will surely become Buddhas soon."

The old monk flew into a rage: "You...you can't save you with your empty words, even Buddha can't save you!"

"Who just said that demons can become Buddhas? You are far from that level. Step back!"

With a shout of retreat, Ningyuan raised his palms high, and instantly demonic energy surged forth, evil power flowed, and the mountain gate was engulfed in blazing evil flames.

Just as the monks were in grave danger, the sweeping monk sighed deeply: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Benefactor, why be so attached to this?"

Ningyuan turned around: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Is Master going to personally save me?"

The sweeping monk struck out with his palm, sealing Ning Yuan's palm power, and the evil fire that filled the sky instantly dissipated into nothingness.

"You, with your wicked wisdom and evil knowledge, are the most troublesome."

Chapter 133 The will of adversity, the destiny of Lord Wu

As Luo Hou walked out of Yanliu Village, the cool mountain breeze instantly calmed him down.

He shouldn't have been so angry; compared to the original storyline, at least he saved some of the villagers' lives.

The Demon Prince, however, was destined to die, and he perished in the underground magma of Flameflow Village.

The Bitter Realm is a strange place.

From the very beginning of time, it has been the ancient period, though it's unclear whether this ancient period is three thousand years, five thousand years, or tens of thousands of years ago.

Since ancient times, demons and monsters have been rampant, causing chaos in the human world and the decline of righteousness.

Interestingly, despite the decline of humanity, it was precisely the villains who perished. Whether they were native demons or invading evil spirits from other realms, they all ended up buried in this chaotic land.

They fought bravely, one after another, without ever repenting.

After each great battle, the Bitter Realm would recuperate for a period of time, as if waiting for the land to settle and cool down, bringing a stable order to the world.

When the population reaches a certain size, new demons and monsters will break free from the seal, or conspirators will start wars.

At this time, new saviors, heroes, leaders, and entirely new organizations also emerge.

In this new round of clashes, good and evil, black and white, both suffered heavy losses and perished together, ultimately dissolving in the flames of war and becoming the best fertilizer for the Bitter Realm.

The more intense the war, the greater the death toll, and the more power is returned to heaven and earth.

The way of Heaven is to cycle endlessly.

Today, those once-powerful figures who wreaked havoc on the world, causing thousands of miles of destruction and tens of thousands of deaths and injuries, have vanished without a trace, not even ashes remain.

The heroes who were once remembered and worshipped by the people are now forgotten. Only a few lucky ones are written in history books, engraved on stone walls, and occasionally visited as relics.

What about those primordial beings who didn't die?

The lifespan of those born with innate abilities is extremely long, almost immortal. Those peerless powerhouses who never perished in battle mysteriously disappeared into the river of time.

The saying that one can cultivate oneself for a thousand years and live for ten thousand years is probably a lie; no one can escape the cycle of birth and death.

This is the will of suffering.

The realm of suffering controls the course of the world, and no one can defy it.

Has anyone lived from ancient times to the present day?

Yes, the pillar of the Undead faction.

Thinking of this, Luo Hou smiled self-deprecatingly: "I am not the mainstay... but such will, such destiny, is hard for me to submit to."

If Luo Hou's mission on the day he traveled through time was to continue the legend of heroes, his thoughts changed after he dreamed back a thousand years and deeply experienced the transformation from hero to tyrant.

Heroes or tyrants, they are all just manipulating people's hearts with destiny in the realm of suffering.

"I want to know the final outcome: will the will of suffering destroy me, or will I defeat this damned fate?"

It's getting late, time to head back to Tiandu.

The Demon Prince is not in Yanliu Village. If he goes crazy, there is no one in Tiandu who can stop him.

The person who doesn't play by the rules is currently exchanging blows with the Sweeping Monk at Yun Gu Lei Feng.

Evil flames filled the sky, while Buddhist energy filled the air; they fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.

Having made three moves, Ningyuan had not gained the upper hand, and he already had a plan in mind.

“Master, you are not an ordinary monk.”

“Benefactor, there is no difference in spiritual practice, and practitioners have no discriminatory mind.”

"Such concealment and deception can be called hypocrisy."

"Entering the mortal world without clinging to appearances, and transcending the five elements without being attached to emptiness."

"Then I shall force out the master's true identity. Listen carefully, drink!"

Ning Yuan unleashed a palm strike with the force of a raging dragon roaring through the wind and clouds, its power like a demon god shattering heaven and earth, its mighty force surging forth, and its evil flames bursting forth.

This palm strike was not aimed at the Sweeping Monk, but rather at the protective barrier of Cloud Drum Thunder Peak.

The sweeping monk was stunned for a moment. In an instant, the barrier collapsed, and the mountains trembled.

Seeing the barrier broken, the two old monks became even more enraged and charged forward, shouting:

"hateful!"

"Damn it!"

Ningyuan chuckled: "Disappointing monks, how long will you continue to fool the masses? Since you cannot save me, you must avoid me; if you cannot avoid me, you must kill me; if you cannot kill me, then let me kill you."

Suddenly, magic was regenerated, evil fire reignited, and Ningyuan summoned the Jumang Twin Swords.