Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Luo Hou explained his ideas to the two of them in detail. First, he asked the Jayan Naga of Tianyan Demon City to extract the part of Emperor Tathagata's memory about Ghost Tathagata in the form of a dream, and then he asked the Holy Infant Master to sever that part of consciousness.

"At that time, Jhana will invite the two of you into his realm of consciousness, also known as the Mirage Sea Underworld. Details are as follows..."

"I understand. When are we going to make our move?"

"We must wait for Jhana Naga to recover his strength, and then proceed in three days."

In another room deep within the Heavenly Capital, Jhayan Naga was meditating cross-legged. The Martial Lord's consciousness was too powerful, causing him to be seriously injured in the dream.

Overwhelmed by fear, the Jayana dared neither resist nor flee.

Fortunately, the Martial Lord only asked him to complete one task, after which he would be free.

three days later.

With everything prepared, Rahu, Tathagata, the Holy Infant Lord, and Jhana Naga were all in a secluded space.

"here we go."

Suddenly, a wisp of white smoke flashed by, and Jhanaja, holding one person in each hand, led Emperor Tathagata and the Holy Infant Lord into the Mirage Sea Underworld.

Amidst this vast expanse of blue smoke, a scene of carnage slowly emerged.

The long-lost city of sin appeared before the Jayanagar, where a monk, holding a rhinoceros horn, repeatedly plunged it into the chests of the people in the city.

Blood flowed down the rhinoceros horn, gradually staining the ground beneath their feet red.

The monk's straw sandals trod through the pool of blood, one step at a time.

"Thousands of monks and Buddhas perished in bloodshed, the extermination of sins and punishments were opened to the world. Demon Buddhas, evil monks, strange monks, every word and phrase of the ghost Tathagata."

As the killing continued, demonic skulls gradually appeared above the monk's head, and the skulls then transformed into relics that adhered to the top of the monk's head.

The Demon Buddha has appeared in the world!

Just then, Jhanaja reached into the black mist, grabbed the demon Buddha, and pulled him out.

Suddenly, a black mass of consciousness was extracted.

"Now's the time, let's do it!"

The Holy Infant immediately activated his inner power: "Blade of Consciousness, drink!"

The raging demonic flames and endless fire of consciousness transformed into a sharp blade, swiftly slashing towards the unwilling nightmare in the hands of the Jayana.

"what!"

As the blade of consciousness struck, the nightmare that had plagued Emperor Tathagata for hundreds of years ended, and that memory also disappeared.

"As you sow, so shall you reap; all is created by the mind. If the mind does not create, there is neither cause nor effect. The Tathagata thanks you all!"

Chapter 154 Su Huanzhen plays the Water Strings, the Holy and Demonic War Begins Again

In the wilderness, Su Huanzhen hurried along, rushing towards Tiangong Bayue Spring.

The words of the City Lord of Time echoed in his ears: "Su Huanzhen, the world at this moment depends on two things: a book that is neither holy nor demonic, and a person who is neither dead nor alive. Destroy that book and kill that person, and all living beings will be spared."

"How can we destroy books and punish evil?"

"Go to Tiangong Bayuequan, play the water strings, and books and people will appear."

After leaving Tiandu, he first went back to Tuisongyan and briefly exchanged information with Qu Shitu. He learned about Wuyi Shiyin's demonization and Dengdaoan, which added to his worries.

Currently, Hao Tianqiong, who emerged from his coffin, is enjoying unparalleled fame. The Doomsday Holy Missionaries are sweeping the martial arts world, and their followers have surpassed those of the three major religions.

The followers are extremely fanatical, and if they cannot achieve their goals, they often threaten self-immolation, which causes great suffering to the three religions and other forces.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon City remained hidden, only engaging in various underhanded maneuvers behind the scenes. Su Huanzhen instinctively felt that the Demon City was more dangerous than Hao Tianqiong.

Amidst a surging tide of thoughts, Su Huanzhen arrived at Tiangong Bayuequan, stepping into a place long uninhabited.

The bright moon hangs high, shining on the towering stone wall, on which are carved several marks that are no longer recognizable, showing the mottled appearance of time.

Just as he stepped in, a whirlwind arose, and several huge rocks flew up from the ground, creating a strange formation that trapped Su Huanzhen inside.

Then, flames erupted all around, and a fierce wind swirled like sharp blades.

"Ok?"

Knowing things wouldn't go so smoothly, Su Huanzhen focused his energy and spirit, using his Xuanbu technique to subdue the evil spirits.

In the midst of his leaping flight, he could see that although the strange formation combined wind and fire, the giant rock was actually formed from trees. The wood generated fire, and the fire, in turn, generated wind.

To break this formation, thunder magic must be used.

Su Huanzhen unleashed his Cloud Hand technique, transforming his palm into Yin and Yang, splitting heaven and earth, and drawing upon the power of thunder. In an instant, the strange formation dissipated in all directions.

But then the rubble turned into wood chips, which slowly coalesced into a terrifying wooden dragon that lunged at Su Huanzhen.

"The circle of chaos, drink!"

Su Huanzhen swept away all traces of his whisk, and the power of chaos shattered the wooden dragon.

The sawdust dispersed, and it transformed back into human form, speaking: "I have guarded this place for a long time and have long been unaware of how much the world has changed. In hundreds of years, you are the first person to be able to break this strange formation. May I ask your name?"

"My name is Su Huanzhen, the Pure Fragrant White Lotus. May I ask how you should address me, senior?"

“I am a warrior bound here. As long as the Xi Yin Zither does not appear in the world, I will remain nameless. Su Huanzhen, if you can decipher the profound meaning of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Eight-Month Spring, the Xi Yin Zither can appear in the world, and my curse of binding me to the earth can be lifted.”

"Does the senior mean that this place is not the original appearance of August Spring?"

"That's right, it's a place that looks real but is also fake. People passing by here all think it's just a wilderness."

Another mystery to solve.

Su Huanzhen walked up to the stone wall and stared at the bare cliff face.

The term "Tiangong" refers to the skillful application of craftsmanship.

August is autumn, belonging to the Shang tone, which signifies solemnity and desolation. Its location is in the west, its element is metal, and its color is white, as is the color of spring water.

While deep in thought, Su Huanzhen used the Eight Trigrams Mysterious Steps, combined with the Five Elements, to unleash the evil power of the Heavenly Harp.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the sun and moon changed, and in the flashes of lightning and stone light, the stone wall transformed, revealing a huge ancient zither, shaped like a pipa, standing upright between heaven and earth.

The Soundless Harp has appeared in the world.

"There are five notes in the world, but the zither only has four holes?"

The wooden figure explained: "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu, as you said, Shang represents solemnity. When this zither was first created, it was to quell the calamities of war, therefore the Shang note was not included."

"How can one play a zither without strings?"

"Then please continue solving the mystery."

Su Huanzhen pondered, “The Heavenly Craftsmanship August Spring… The Heavenly Craftsmanship August Spring… I wonder if Senior would allow me to give it a try?”

"It's up to you."

Su Huanzhen already had a plan in mind: "Since we know the method of Tiangong playing the zither for him in August, then this zither must be made with spring water as strings."

"Using water as a string is rare in the world, especially since this place is still a hundred miles away from the water source."

"There is a faint sound of water here; there must be a spring hidden inside the stone wall. But how can we draw it out?"

Su Huanzhen stared at the marks on the stone wall; they clearly formed the first line of a couplet—

Heaven is the chessboard, stars are the pieces; who dares to make a move?

Immediately, Su Huanzhen unleashed his inner energy, stepping on clouds and mist, leaping onto a sheer cliff, and using his whisk as a brush to inscribe a couplet—

The mountain is the zither, the spring is the silk, and the white lotus can play it!

Just as Su Huanzhen landed, a rumbling sound rang out, and four celestial maidens gracefully descended from the four holes at the top of the Xiyin Zither.

The ribbons fluttered like the wind, flowed like a spring, exuded a sacred aura, and the water cascaded like a waterfall.

As the celestial maiden descended to earth, four streams of water rushed down to the ground.

The wooden figure exclaimed in awe: "The craftsmanship of nature is so exquisite. Now it's up to you to perform. As soon as the music starts, my centuries-old curse will be lifted. I beg you!"

"I am terrified."

Before Su Huanzhen stepped onto the waterfall, he focused his energy on his palms, and the water seemed to respond to his movements. Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky: the wind rose and the clouds surged, and thunder rumbled faintly, ready to unleash its power.

"Four strings resonate with heavenly music, a wave of the finger surveys the land, ha~"

Suddenly, the water strings vibrated, producing a clear and melodious sound. The sound waves surged through the clouds, purple thunder roared, and red rain swept across the sky. An ancient secret decree was issued again after a thousand years.

The snow-white spring water turned red and flowed down, filled with ominous signs.

Just as Su Huanzhen was astonished, a bolt of purple lightning struck Shui Xian, and a huge "war" character appeared on the body of the zither.

Blood was everywhere, and the killing intent was overwhelming.

Why the word "war"?

Su Huanzhen was completely baffled and wanted to ask the wooden figure again, but he couldn't find the person, so he had no choice but to leave.

Little did he know that his music would trigger a complete upheaval, ushering in a new era for the martial arts world under the will of Heaven.

Sensing the sound of the water strings, the demons of Tianyan Demon City, who had been dormant for countless years, began to stir:

"Hehehe, war is about to begin."

"Roar! Let's kill!"

The Demon Lord stepped out of the secret chamber: "The secret of the Heavenly Craftsmanship of the Eighth Spring has been deciphered. This day has finally come. We must enter a state of full preparation for war."

At the same time, a strange laugh came from a distant grotto.

Then, a slug-like insect-shaped creature emerged from the blue smoke: "Hahahaha, Xiyin has appeared in the world, the war between the Holy and the Demonic is about to begin."

The insect sauntered smugly, muttering to itself in the filthy, smelly cave:

A single thought in the morning, a single thought in the evening, and human relationships can dissipate in the blink of an eye.

The difference between taking a thought and abandoning a thought is the difference between sainthood and demonhood.

A single good thought or a single evil thought can lead one to the realm of Asura.

A single thought can lead to life, another to death; life and death can be a matter of moments.

At this moment, a strange visitor suddenly arrived in Tiandu, which had no connection with this matter.

Amidst the rumbling of wheels, a burly middle-aged man pushed a folding cart along.