Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Returning to Snowy Valley, he built a new Snowy Floating Corridor, which is very similar to the Silent Well Floating Corridor of the Tower of Compassion.

He built it up bit by bit with his own hands.

Ti Wushang remained seated in the deep shadows of the floating corridor, his gaze fixed quietly on the sword, as black as night. A trickle of blood seeped from the blade, winding its way down to the snow.

The weather in Snowy Valley is unusual; even though spring has arrived in the Bitter Realm, snow continues to fall here.

"Do you know? The Tower of Compassionate Light never sees snow."

Suddenly, someone walked unhurriedly into the Snow Ripples Floating Corridor, the fragrance of incense wafting through the air, and a purple robe cutting through the wind.

Ti Wushang looked up at Wuyi Shiyin. This person would only come here when he needed to draw his sword for him, and he would always do so in a roundabout way.

Seeing that Ti Wushang remained silent, Wuyi Shiyin chuckled, "I forgot, the Tower of Compassionate Light no longer exists in this world."

"This kind of opening is meaningless."

“What I said is true. The Tower of Compassion, which never burns out, is indeed free of snow, except for your Silent Well Floating Corridor.”

Ti Wushang is a descendant of the Sword Clan of the Tower of Compassion. His clan is born with a strange hereditary disease that prevents them from living past the age of eighteen. The disease is also contagious, so the entire clan was banished to the Dark Realm.

That year, just as he was about to die from his illness, Wu Yi Shi Yin, the chief minister, came to cure his illness and teach him martial arts.

That year, when the bamboo flowers were in full bloom, a young girl who looked remarkably like the prime minister came to the forbidden area, and they confided their innermost thoughts to each other.

When he finished his sword and stepped out of the dark place of Dusheng, the scene that came into view was Wuyi Shiyin burning a corpse.

Boundless flames burned away Ti Wushang's world...

Suddenly, Ti Wushang raised his hand, and as his black and white sleeves brushed against the ink sword, a drop of crimson appeared on his finger.

He put the red substance in his mouth and savored its unique iron-like rust and scarlet sweetness.

"I can no longer remember her face, but all I can see are your scheming eyes and brows."

"Without a homeland, where are the old friends? Do you know how heavy the burden on my shoulders is growing..."

"I walk my own path. If you have any plans, you must rely on yourself. It is difficult to ask me for help."

Unexpectedly, the former prime minister, abandoning his former arrogance, pleaded:

"Tie Wushang, assist me! Help me obtain the power of the Bitter Realm and help me counterattack the Four Realms. I will never let the same regret happen again."

"Regret is a lingering melody that evokes endless emotions. Even after it ends, the intense longing for the past remains. I am tired of this feeling of being bound by it."

"I have received news that Hao Tianqiong is injured, and the Doomsday Holy Legacy will move the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Coffin tomorrow night. Su Huanzhen and I have divided the tasks: he will go to find the Hundred Demon Path, and I will eliminate Hao Tianqiong."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Don't you care at all about our past relationship?"

"If you die, I will avenge you."

Wu Yi Shi Yin paused, then left: "Tomorrow at midnight, we will ambush from four directions. You will guard the north. If you fail to keep your promise, then you can expect to hear of my death."

Stepping out of the Snow Ripples Floating Corridor, Wuyi Shiyin let out a deep breath; it had been far too oppressive there.

Next, we need to find the sword's origin.

The long years did not make Wuyi Shiyin let go of his resentment towards his nephew, but at this time, Jian Zhichu had a higher value.

Although the Tower of Compassion was divided up, the Shattered Isles of Slaughter still remain.

If the Demon Queen absorbs the King Tree's Qi from King Jiwu, King Jiwu will surely die. Since Jian Zhichu is of Yadi King's bloodline, he will be able to take over the throne of Shattered Island.

The path that Luo Hou walked, Wu Yi Shi Yin will walk again.

In terms of martial prowess, Jian Zhichu and Ti Wushang are only a hair's breadth apart from Luo Hou.

Su Huanzhen entrusted himself with the responsibility of leading the righteous path in the Central Plains. With the help of the Demon Queen, he held two powerful forces, far surpassing the Heavenly Capital.

The most important thing right now is to surround and kill Hao Tianqiong, and use Hao Tianqiong's death to establish his own leadership.

At that time, even Su Huanzhen will not be able to conceal his brilliance.

While pondering, Wuyi Shiyin arrived at the Broken Cloud Heavenly River.

The Heartless Pavilion has been completely closed. Jian Zhichu liked the great waterfall of the Broken Cloud Heavenly River, so he moved here.

In front of the waterfall, Jian Zhichu was comforting Murong Qing: "The Demon Prince has committed too many sins. Buddha's killing of him is also a way to save the world and vanquish the demon."

Murong Qing sacrificed his own soul to gain the power of the Heavenly Demon City. However, by the time he and Jian Zhichu arrived at Yanliu Village, the Demon Prince was already dead.

This drove Murong Qing mad.

"After three years of writing, I am weary of writing; now, when I turn the pages, I cannot understand my aspirations. If I knew that my weariness with books would lead to regret for my future, I would be better off like a fisherman or woodcutter who did not know the times."

"It's you?"

Since Jian Zhichu left the Tower of Compassion, the two had not met for hundreds of years. Their reunion now felt like a lifetime ago.

"Chu'er".

The unfamiliar form of address startled both Jian Zhichu and Murong Qing.

Without mentioning past events, Wu Yi Shi Yin spoke of the current situation: "Chu'er, I was entrusted by Su Huanzhen to organize righteous people to surround and kill Hao Tianqiong. The details are as follows..."

Hearing that it was important, Jian Zhichu breathed a sigh of relief: "Is this information from Doctor Chou?"

"Indeed. During the diagnosis of Hao Tianqiong, Chou Weiyang discovered that his physical abilities were special. If he was not killed within forty-nine days, Hao Tianqiong would break out of his coffin."

"Can……"

Before Jian Zhichu could finish speaking, Murong Qing interrupted, "Jian Zhichu, you promised me that we would retire together after the Demon Prince's affair!"

"this?"

Before coming here, Wuyi Shiyin had already learned a great deal about the relationship between Murong Qing and Jian Zhichu.

"Master Murong, I heard from Chou Weiyang about your deal with Tianyan Demon City. If Chu'er can help the righteous path eliminate Hao Tianqiong, I will go to the Demon City to break off the deal for you. What do you say?"

Murong Qing knew the terror of the Demon City and sneered, "How could you, Wuyi Shiyin, possibly fathom the Heavenly Yama Demon City?"

"You should always give it a try."

Wu Yi Shi Yin Zhengchou was worried about not being able to find an opportunity to contact various forces. The matter of Murong Qing was the opportunity to enter the Demon City.

"If you want to die, I won't stop you."

Seeing that Murong Qing accepted, Jian Zhichu naturally agreed: "Time and place?"

"At midnight tomorrow, the holy teachings of the last days will be transmitted to the West, and you will be in charge of guarding it."

"Ah."

At the beginning of the sword fight, Wuyi Shiyin returned to Tuisongyan and told Qu Shitu and Ye Xiaochai about the situation.

"Ti Wushang is in the north, Jian Zhichu is in the west, Ye Xiaochai is in the east, Yun Gu Leifeng is in the south, and they surround and kill the End of the World Holy Legend from all sides to seize the Demon Extinction Heavenly Coffin."

"Ho."

Qu Shitu was greatly impressed: "I never imagined that Master Yin had so many experts hidden in the Bitter Realm."

"Not at all. Since I have been entrusted by Su Huanzhen, I will treat the Bitter Realm as my own home and country, and I will not hesitate to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path."

Qu Shitu may appear to be just an old man brewing tea, but he is actually a spy left behind by Su Huanzhen to oversee the situation, and Shi Yin will not overlook him.

The next night.

A cloud of mist partially obscured the stars and moon.

A desolate scene unfolded on all sides, filled with the shadows of trees.

Suddenly, two groups of people rushed out of the Hall of the Holy Transmission of the End Times, each carrying a coffin and running in the north and south directions.

Wu Yi Shi Yin and Qu Shi Tu stood on a high peak a hundred miles away to watch.

Qu Shitu asked, "Should we provide support to the North and South?"

"Need not."

Seeing that the people running south had entered the encirclement of Yun Gu Lei Feng, Wu Huo Du Mi slipped out.

"Amitabha, this humble monk will today complete the unfinished task of controlling the divine wind."

At this moment, the coffin opened, and a majestic figure slowly stepped out: "Heaven is good to the truth, the true saint's teachings are passed down, the virtuous are passed on to the common, and the common way proclaims to Heaven."

"Su Xianqing, it's you!"

"Tonight, the life of the Buddha will end."

"Give it a try!"

Seeing this, Wu Huo Du Mi took the lead in opening his palm:

"Bewilderment Judge, drink!"

"The Holy Sound of the Apocalypse, ha!"

Fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting! On the desolate wilderness, the warrior monks of Yun Gu Lei Feng and the followers of the Doomsday Holy Tradition immediately became one.

Enraged, Wu Huodu and Su Xianqing entered into a life-or-death struggle.

The Buddha was furious, the religious leader was fierce; they exchanged blows, neither able to gain the upper hand.

The Holy Missionaries were no match for the warrior monks, and in the blink of an eye, a scene of utter carnage ensued.

On the other side, the people of the Last Days Holy Prophecy were carrying a coffin and rushing northward.

Suddenly, heavy snow fell in the night wind, and a malevolent star descended under the stars and moon.

"Imprisoned in my dreams, I listen to the spring beside my heart, and hear its mournful, trickling flow. A hundred years of darkness vanish in an instant, and the autumn winds of eternity bring only desolation."

The black sword pointed at the coffin, but a woman holding a wine glass appeared out from behind the coffin.

"Who are you?"

“I, Ti Wushang, will kill with my sword.”

"Ok?"

Just as Yi Zi Niang threw down her wine cup and swiftly drew her spear, Ti Wu Shang had already soared into the clouds, unleashing the final realm of his sword.

A black sword and a three-foot-long autumn lake freeze the world in black and white.

A massive killing intent swept across, and the Holy Missionary followers exploded and died one after another.

Bah!