Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"God-Slaying Might - Divine Power Unleashes a Tide!"

Suddenly, several terrifying demonic energies burst forth from the opening on the chest of the demonic coffin, sweeping across the universe and destroying everything within a hundred miles.

The soft whip was as strong as a diamond, and amidst the torrential rain, bursts of dragon roars echoed.

The two struck with all their might, causing the heavens and earth to shake, ghosts and gods to weep, and wind and rain to fall.

Just then, Ji Shanhu leaped into the air, her jade feet landing on top of the demon coffin. She plunged the crimson blood-red shuttle in her hand downwards, breaking through the flaw left by the coffin's creator.

"Ah~"

A mournful roar came from the coffin.

Having succeeded, he struck the coral and pulled on the surging tide: "Let's go!"

The two left quickly, and Wu Huo Du Mi followed, returning to Yun Gu Lei Feng.

Just as Hao Tianqiong was ambushed halfway, Ren Yunzong broke into the Doomsday Sacred Chronicle.

As expected, only Su Xianqing, Lan Huaiyin, and a few close confidants remained in the Palace of Heavenly Rulers; most of the forces of the Doomsday Holy Legion had already been taken away by Hao Tianqiong.

A cold wind, accompanied by a poem, swept in; the invisible airflow, like a raging torrent, transformed into immense pressure.

"A dream of locust roots, mountains and rivers far away, mist and rain in the netherworld, good and bad alike. Alone I tread the clouds beyond the heavens, leaning on the railing to listen to the celestial music falling from the wind."

Seeing that the visitor was hostile, Su Xianqing coldly replied, "You have come here without cause. What brings you here?"

"By secretly opening the Demon City, Su Xianqing, do you realize the enormity of your sins?"

"The boundaries between the holy and the demonic are blurred, and right and wrong are hard to distinguish. The belief of the Holy Tradition in the End Times needs no definition."

"This is a deceptive and misleading message, unacceptable to Heaven. Let Ren Yunzong guide me. Cheers!"

With a long shout, Ren Yunzong channeled his true energy, his figure rising from the ground, the jade flute in his hand flying and attacking swiftly.

Su Xianqing did not know what this person's purpose was, so he proceeded cautiously and calmly responded to the challenge.

The two figures clashed, and in an instant, they had exchanged ten blows.

"Illusory Flowing Shadow!"

"Divine Power Heavenly Wind!"

Ren Yunzong possesses a profound and unfathomable foundation, while Su Xianqing's father passed down divine skills that shake the heavens. This Daoist prodigy faces off against the leader of the doomsday sect, with both sides displaying their extraordinary abilities.

"Come again."

Ren Yunzong sent another palm strike, which Su Xianqing blocked with his own palm.

"Is this all you can do?"

"That's enough for you."

Their palms met, and both sides activated their inner energy, pushing their power to its peak, resulting in a stalemate between the two immense forces.

"Ah~"

"Uh~"

Unable to withstand the combined force of both sides, several of Lan Huaiyin's trusted confidants in the hall instantly exploded and died. Lan Huaiyin hurriedly channeled his internal energy, but was still slowly pulled towards the battle by the immense force.

Just then, a cluster of fiery red fireworks flew out from outside the Zhangzhen Hall.

Ren Yunzong's eyes flickered, and his inner strength surged again, sweeping towards Su Xianqing like a raging torrent.

"what!"

A spray of blood erupted, and Su Xianqing retreated in a disheveled state.

"A word of advice: only by abandoning the Heavenly Coffin can you have a chance of survival."

Ren Yunzong left with his head held high.

Su Xianqing looked at his palms and muttered to himself, "He first used his internal strength to contend with me, and at the same time he could unleash his Daoist arts. The two elements were combined and the transition was seamless. This person is very suspicious."

Chapter 138 The Demon Prince Departs, Emperor Tathagata Draws His Sword

Luo Hou sat in Yanliu Village for a full five hours.

From the morning frost to the evening glow, Yanliu Village was deathly silent; apart from the boiling lava, there was no other movement.

The Demon Prince, tired of talking to himself, lay down on a bluestone slab and chewed on grass roots.

Jialing sat at the village entrance, lost in thought, like a backdrop to the old tree.

No colossal statue of the Demon Prince was erected in Yanliu Village, nor did the Demon Prince unleash the Four Noble Truths.

There are some differences.

However, the Demon Prince's fate of dying in Yanliu Village will not change.

Luo Hou did not wait for Murong Qing and Jian Zhichu; Emperor Rulai arrived first.

A majestic golden figure, carrying a red lion-headed sword on his back, arrived in fury.

Because of the death of Guangshi Daru, Emperor Rulai vowed to kill the Demon Prince. Through the Brahma Shackles, he united the power of a thousand monks and retrieved the sacred artifact sealed beneath the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak Pardon Knife Rock—Buddha Punishment Zenna.

"The Demon Prince!"

A furious shout revealed the Buddha's determination to vanquish the demon.

The Demon Prince climbed up from the bluestone slab and lazily replied, "Master, we meet again."

"Pay for the sins of killing you have committed."

Do Buddhists believe in the sudden enlightenment of demons?

"What did you realize?"

"Da Ru attained Buddhahood on the spot to protect all living beings. Ning Yuan was also inspired and decided to take over Da Ru's great vow to save the world. I am the Demon Prince; I... represent Yun Gu Lei Feng."

Emperor Tathagata became even more furious. Immediately, his true essence surged, and immense Buddhist power emanated from within, illuminating his entire body and shining for thousands of miles.

The Demon Prince turned around and shouted, "Martial Lord, didn't you say I was leaving this for Murong Qing?"

Luo Hou approached: "Are you begging me for your life?"

"Never mind, I'm not Red-Eyed."

The Demon Prince raised the twin swords of Jumang, a smile playing on his lips: "A demon is a demon, and a Buddha is a Buddha. The eternal opposition and the perpetual cycle of reincarnation—there are too many stories like this."

He crossed his two swords, and scorching, evil flames burst forth from them, igniting everything around him.

Demon and Buddha, sword and palm clashing, their powerful forces meeting.

When Buddha and demon meet at their extremes, every move is fraught with danger.

In an instant, both sides rapidly increased their true energy and entered into a life-or-death battle.

Luo Hou watched the battle between the two. Emperor Tathagata walked with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, as hard as diamond. He received the Demon Prince's two swords with his bare palms without being at a disadvantage, which was truly amazing.

After a few more moves, the Demon Prince Jumang suddenly stretched out like a bent tree branch, stabbing towards the precious sword behind the Buddha's head.

Keng!

A surge of holy energy erupted from the treasured sword, causing the metal blade to clang and deflect Jumang back.

"Such a divine artifact, why wouldn't a Buddhist use it?"

Emperor Tathagata did not answer, but his palms became even more ferocious, shattering mountains and splitting the earth, their power striking the heavens.

The Demon Prince sneered, then suddenly let out a painful roar towards the sky: "Ah~ Ah!"

Two enormous, thin wings suddenly rose behind him, and evil flames filled the sky, with extreme currents bursting through the heavens and earth, presenting a scene of the end of the world and a hell of karmic fire.

Seeing that the demonic power was unstoppable, and amidst the dazzling holy light, the Buddhist sect unleashed its ultimate move:

"First Dhyana, Third Form - Supreme Form - Beginning of Nirvana, Cheers!"

"Moth-in-the-Sky Evil Flame!"

Holy light confronts evil fire; three thousand Mahayana practitioners save the world.

The Buddha's aura suppresses the demon's might, freeing one from the sea of ​​suffering despite all sins.

The two sides clashed with their ultimate moves, causing the earth to shake violently, the world to turn upside down, and Yanliu Village and the surrounding cliffs to be completely destroyed.

The powerful impact forced even Rahu to take a step back, and Kalinga moved far away from the battle area.

Jumang was no match for Buddha Xingchanna, and the Demon Prince was knocked back, vomiting a mouthful of crimson blood.

"Red Eyes, it's time to use the Moth Dragon Heavenly Tribulation."

However, no one answered.

The Demon Prince turned around, but the white-clad boy who had been by his side for so long was nowhere to be seen.

Finally, I've reached the end of my life, and I'm all alone.

The Demon Prince wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gave a final laugh, dispersed all his energy, and burst his body. The red rain and demonic flames merged into the ultimate evil moth poison fire in the world.

"Flame Slashes Tathagata! Farewell, this boring human world!"

Seeing the Demon Prince sacrifice himself, Emperor Tathagata gathered his supreme cultivation and removed the Buddha's Punishment Meditation from his back.

In an instant, the light of the heavens blazed in all directions, and the clouds and thunder soared into the sky.

"Thunderous Sound of the Zen Sea!"

Good and evil clash, and heaven and earth grieve together.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred. The holy energy on the Buddha's body instantly receded and rushed back towards Emperor Tathagata.

"Uh~"

The force of the holy energy rebound caused Emperor Tathagata to vomit blood.

Just as the demonic fire engulfed the Buddha's head, Rahu made his move: "Nine Evils Divine Control Technique!"

The dense death aura, like a thick net, enveloped the blazing evil moths filling the sky, instantly drawing out the demonic energy unleashed by the Demon Prince's Yuan Gong.

The flames were swallowed by the deathly aura, withering away piece by piece, turning into cold black butterflies.

From scorching heat to freezing cold, it's only a moment, just like the beginning and end of life, which is also only a moment.

The Demon Prince fell into the molten lava deep underground.