Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Wu Jun, you've come again."

"Feng Dan, where are they?"

"Xianqi has led his fellow disciples to hunt down Wuyi Shiyin. I heard they are going to attack Tuisongyan and wipe out Su Huanzhen's lair."

"The immortal is indeed brave."

"Will Wu Jun go and help?"

"No need. When Ren Yunzong returns, tell him that I have obtained the Buddha's relic."

"Yes, Lord Wu, take care."

The valiant but unscrupulous leader, leading over a hundred followers, is pushing and cursing Songyan:

"Su Huanzhen, come out and give Deng Dao'an an explanation!"

"Master Wuyi has colluded with the Demon City to destroy the spiritual veins of our Taiqing Realm. Hand him over immediately!"

"Su Huanzhen is protecting Wuyi Shiyin!"

"Su Huanzhen is protecting Wuyi Shiyin!"

Hearing the shouts outside, Qu Shitu wiped away a cold sweat: "Shiyin, what exactly is going on?"

Chou Weiyang and Ye Xiaochai were also present, but they were both helpless in the face of this situation.

Wu Yi Shi Yin secretly resented Tian Yan Mo Cheng's cunning, which deliberately used Murong Qing as bait to plot against him and destroy the Taiqing Spiritual Vein.

The Demon City must already know everything about my relationship with Jian Zhichu, Murong Qing, and Chou Weiyang.

Although I am not afraid to reach the shore, after witnessing this scene, my dream of leading the heroes will likely be shattered.

There is only one way forward: turn the tide, destroy the demon city, and use this unparalleled achievement to wash away his unintentional mistake.

In a flash, Wuyi Shiyin had clearly considered the benefits involved and said, "To save Murong Qing, I had no choice but to take this drastic measure. Since I caused this, I will give everyone an explanation."

"What does Shi Yin mean?"

“I will go out alone to meet those who have reached the shore; you need not come out.”

"Ho!"

Ye Xiaochai wanted to go out with Wuyi Shiyin, but Qu Shitu stopped her: "Ye Xiaochai, wait a moment."

Chou Weiyang said with shame, "I also bear some responsibility for this matter. If Deng Daoan makes things difficult for Shi Yin, then I will take the blame."

"Dr. Chou, there's no need to blame yourself. After both sides have explained things clearly, we'll do our best to make amends."

To Qu Shitu's surprise, the wrath of the Heavenly Fire and the calamity of the demonization of the Dao Shore caused Bu Shangdao to lose his mind. As soon as he saw Wuyi Shiyin, he ordered his disciples to surround and kill him.

"Everyone, please listen to what Master Yin has to say."

"The culprit, why bother saying more!"

"Please wait..."

"kill!"

As the flames of war spread and the killings continued unabated, Wu Yi Shi Yin was already in grave danger as he dodged and weaved.

At this moment, Lei Gu Yun Feng came to their aid again, and Wu Huo Du Mi launched the first attack, each move like a raging tide, each palm showing no mercy.

Master Yin, now without robes, grew increasingly angry: "Venerable monk, even you don't trust Master Yin?"

"You've colluded with the Demon City. Even if you're Su Huanzhen's sworn brother, you still need to give everyone an explanation today!"

To save their lives, they fought desperately, hoping to gain a chance to catch their breath.

One seeks to capture the opponent, striking with lightning speed, giving the opponent no chance to escape.

Taking advantage of the situation, he launched another attack, waving the magnifying glass in his hand in front of his eyes. A powerful surge of Taoist energy swept over him, causing Master Yin, who was without clothes, to vomit blood.

"This is bad! 'Fire Illuminates the Moon,' drink!"

Master Yin exhausted his true essence, and countless streams of fire suddenly descended from the sky, amidst which a solitary, empty moon rose.

The fiery light was dazzling, the lonely moon was illusory, and Shi Yin's figure disappeared.

Seeing this, Ren Yunzong held his jade flute horizontally and unleashed another incantation: "Connecting the Three Realms, Spreading Through the Nine Netherworlds, Mysterious Origin Opens Heaven and Pierces with Holy Light, Break!"

Where the holy light shone, the fire scattered and the moon shattered, and clarity returned, but Shi Yin was nowhere to be seen on the field.

"Damn it, he got away!"

Wu Huo Du Mi coldly said, "He can't escape far; there are experts waiting for him ahead."

Having shaken off the unclothed Master Yin from Dengdaoan and Yungu Leifeng, he hurried through the grove. Not far away was the Broken Cloud Heavenly River. Since this matter arose because of Murong Qing, he naturally would not allow Jian Zhichu to stand by and watch.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up, and boundless power surged forth like waves.

"The wind sweeps across ten thousand miles of smoke and dust, the world is in a state of confusion. In the end, the ancient road will be put to rest, the vast clouds will wash away the blue sky."

Unlike the aura of the previous killers, the figure that appeared now sent a chill down Wuyi Shiyin's spine.

The newcomer was dressed in a blue and white scholar's robe, and even his hair and headdress were white with hints of blue, like icy spring water under the Milky Way, making people feel cold for no reason.

“Senior, I am Wuyi Shiyin. There are indeed hidden reasons for the matter of ascending to the shore. Why not show mercy this time? When Su Huanzhen returns, I will give everyone an explanation.”

"With the destruction of Dengdao An imminent, what price will you pay?"

"Shi Yin only wanted to save people."

"It's a pity. You only have one path left: use your strength to convince me and fight for your own survival."

The newcomer struck with a palm, pressing down heavily on the surrounding area, and a dark cloud of sorrow began to rise.

The already injured Master Yin, seeing this situation, knew there was no way to resolve it peacefully. He bit his tongue, and a spurt of hot blood shot out.

"Offer sacrifices to Heaven, unite Yin and Yang, entrust life to the divine source, drink!"

In an instant, a misty haze enveloped everything, blurring the lines between yin and yang, and turning heaven and earth upside down, as a figure launched a fierce attack from the center.

"Eight Dances of Ink Traces, Forging, and the Flow of the River!"

With a soft shout from the Confucian scholar, Xi Mo Kun Feng emerged, unleashing a torrential downpour and relentless waves that ravaged the entire forest, leaving it riddled with holes.

"Uh~"

Amidst cries of pain, the smoke and dust subsided, and looking back at the battleground, only a pool of crimson remained on the ground; Wuyi Shiyin had vanished once more.

At this moment, Dengdao'an and Yungu Leifeng caught up.

Unaware of the situation, he asked in surprise, "Jing Canglang, it's actually you?"

The Confucian scholar who came to intercept Wuyi Shiyin was Jing Canglang, one of the five who sealed Hao Tianqiong. He had been living in seclusion under the Milky Way for hundreds of years, but returned to the martial arts world because of the snow pillar smoke released by Wu Huo Du Mi.

"During the sealing war back then, we felt ashamed before Sect Leader Jing Wuhuan and could not bear to perish as we reached the Dao Shore."

"Hmph, yet you still let Wuyi Shiyin get away."

"The Broken Cloud River is just ahead, and with the great waterfall blocking his way, he can't escape."

Wu Huo Du Mi suggested, "Wu Yi Shi Yin is cunning. Let's split into three groups and surround the Broken Cloud Heavenly River."

"I will go and pursue them. Remember, before the matter is clear, capture them but do not kill them."

Following the scent left by Master Yin Wuyi, Jing Canglang headed towards the Broken Cloud River. Sure enough, a purple figure stood silently before the waterfall.

“Master Wuyi, come with me to the shore of the path to enlightenment; there is still a glimmer of hope.”

Unexpectedly, Wuyi Shiyin cried out, "Chu'er, save me!"

"Ok?"

Immediately, the two appeared in front of Jing Canglang and were astonished to see Wuyi Shiyin covered in blood.

"What's going on?"

"Chu'er, in order to rescue Murong Qing, I carelessly destroyed the Heavenly Flame of Dengdao Shore."

Jian Zhichu was stunned.

Murong Qing went even crazier: "Hahahaha, have I harmed another person? Or have I harmed even more people?"

Jing Canglang said in a deep voice: "Saving one person and destroying an entire realm, Wuyi Shiyin, your words only prove your stupidity."

The ink-washed Kunfeng reappeared, its chilling aura palpable.

Jian Zhichu sighed softly, "The sword reflects the moon over a thousand rivers, what a pity!"

With two fingers joined together, the sword intent surged like a tide, cleaving through heaven and earth.

"Eight Dances of Ink: Cold Waves!"

The scholar-sword, elegant and graceful, swept across all directions, leaving a trace of sentiment even amidst the raging waves.

The swordplay is elegant and unrestrained, earth-shattering and awe-inspiring, yet it only scratches the surface of its grandeur.

After exchanging several blows, the two were amazed by each other's abilities and grew to admire each other more and more as the fight progressed.

"After hundreds of years of seclusion, I have returned to the martial world only to encounter such swordsmanship. Who are you?"

“When I first learned about swordsmanship, your profound foundation and powerful swordsmanship impressed me greatly.”

"Again, Ink Trace Eight Dances - Frozen - Torrent, drink~"

In an instant, powerful internal energy stirred up the waters of the Shattered Cloud Heavenly River Waterfall, condensing them into a vast expanse of frozen rain, turning the surrounding area of ​​a hundred miles into a world of ice and snow.

"The sun and moon illuminate ten thousand peaks!"

With a flick of his fingers, the sword, wielded with the power of Zen, burst forth with effortless grace. A blazing sun pierces the ice and sky, its radiant light illuminating the world, its warmth melting away the snow and ice.

The waterfall resumed its cascading flow.

As the battle raged on, Jing Canglang surged with immense power, its might overwhelming the heavens and the earth—the highest form of the Eight Dances of Ink Marks.

"Withering Wave!"

The merciless sword energy surged and overturned, shattering the heavens and earth, and engulfing the shattered clouds and the Milky Way in the tide.

"One is the beginning of the ultimate; Zen ends with one; the ultimate Zen sword; sword feathers fly like wild geese!"

The sword energy, seemingly endless and boundless, burst forth, piercing the tide and creating waves thousands of feet high, surging back into the universe.

The already injured Master Yin was caught in the raging storm of swords and was immediately overwhelmed, rising and falling with the waves, his life fading away.

Murong Qing spread her phoenix feathers, let out a clear cry, grabbed Wuyi Shiyin from the waves, and soared into the sky.