Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Things have been going too smoothly lately, which has made me less vigilant.

Luo Hou embraced his still trembling wife and laughed, "I have now turned misfortune into blessing. Not only has my foundation grown, but the strength of my physique has also increased several times over."

"really?"

"It's true, if you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you right now."

"you!"

Yu Cixin was so angry that she bit his arm.

"how?"

"It's definitely gotten much harder, it almost broke my teeth!"

"Hahahaha~"

A hearty laugh echoed from the Phoenix Palace, and a dark cloud that had been hanging over the capital city silently dissipated.

At the same time, Hai Chan Zun arrived at Tui Song Yan.

"Su Huanzhen, the war between the Holy and the Demonic is about to begin, and I need the power of the righteous path."

At Luo Hou's wedding that day, Su Huanzhen had intended to test Hai Chan Zun's background, but he avoided the topic. However, he came to his door today.

Su Huanzhen asked in confusion, "What does Lord Lu mean?"

"The Heavenly Demon City still has a demon army of 20,000 in Tui Mountain. Once the Tui Mountain Demons are allowed to enter the Central Plains, the entire Bitter Realm will be in danger."

"Twenty thousand demon soldiers, this?"

Hai Chan Zun then said, "Bound by the Holy Demon Agreement, neither side may use external forces before the Great Desolate Divine Decision. Yue Shengming Luan originally had no army, so how can we eliminate these 20,000 demon troops?"

Su Huanzhen has been preoccupied with finding the two things the City Lord of Time mentioned, and has no intention of interfering in the Holy-Demon War, but the 20,000 demon troops...

“Lord Lu, I recommend someone more suitable than myself.”

"who?"

“My sworn brother, Wuyi Shiyin, is exceptionally intelligent and resourceful. He will surely be able to help Yue Shengmingluan.”

Hai Chanzun pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay, but Su Huanzhen, you must take responsibility for Wuyi Shiyin."

“I understand.”

"In addition, the number of people protecting the Six Saints of the Great Wilderness Divine Art is insufficient, and I would like to borrow Ye Xiaochai to participate."

Su Huanzhen was surprised again. Wu Yi Shiyin could still extricate himself from the situation, but if Ye Xiaochai also joined in, he would have to side with Yue Shengmingluan.

Seeing him deep in thought, Hai Chan Zun said firmly, "Yue Shengmingluan has done everything in his power to stop Tianyan Demon City. If Yue Shengmingluan fails, the demonic calamity will sweep across the Bitter Realm. Su Huanzhen, your hesitation has chilled Yue Shengmingluan's heart!"

"That's not what I meant. Who are the Six Holy Protectors now?"

"The deputy mountain masters Feng Huangtian, Jing Canglang, and Yu Shenfeng already number three, but we still need three more. Tomorrow, Yue Shengmingluan must see Wuyi Shiyin and Ye Xiaochai, otherwise, Yue Shengmingluan is willing to admit defeat and allow Tianyan Demon City to invade the Central Plains!"

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Chapter 159 Both the Holy and Demonic factions mobilize their forces, and the annihilation returns.

In a quiet little mountain village in the southern region, the moonlight, as clear as water, illuminates a thatched hut.

As the long-suffering girl lay dying, her younger brother, who depended on her for survival, was leaning against the bed and weeping bitterly.

"I can't hesitate any longer," Ren Yunzong sighed after waiting for half a month and went inside.

He said to the crying boy, "Please give me your sister, and I can save her."

"really?"

“It’s true, I have mastered immortal arts. You go outside and wait.”

Seeing that he was dressed in Taoist attire and exuded an aura of purity and holiness, the boy obediently left the room.

Ren Yunzong took out the Spirit of Pardon and placed it on the girl's heart. He quickly circulated his true essence and shouted, "Heaven and Earth Pardon, restore my nascent soul!"

A flash of inspiration struck, and Jing Wuhuan's soul entered, giving the girl who had already passed away a new lease on life.

Jing Wuhuan slowly opened her eyes, trembling as she reached out her hands to touch Ren Yunzong's face.

"It's true. I never imagined that we would meet again after hundreds of years."

Ren Quzong grasped her hand: "Wuhuan, this is just a mortal body. In addition, she is seriously ill and her body has been damaged. Therefore, I want to transfer my cultivation to you."

"Give it to me? Is that why you refuse to cultivate the Taiqing Divine Technique to the ninth level?"

"Yes, once the Taiqing Divine Technique reaches the ninth level, my demonic power will be refined, and the foundation of the Dao Sect will be unable to be separated."

Jing Wuhuan smiled bitterly: "I would rather spend several years with you in my mortal body than let you fall into the demonic path again."

"I can't let anything happen to you again, please forgive me."

“I understand you. The burden of countless lives you carry is so heavy. I also had a premonition that you would eventually return to the Demon City.”

"Wu Huan, I don't want to see you on the battlefield. Can you stay in Tian Du?"

“Yun Zong, I also have to apologize. If you had given me your foundation, how could I have stood by and watched you ascend to the Dao shore?”

Ren Yunzong took a deep breath: "Wu Jun once said that everything should be done according to one's own heart. We can deal with the future later. Right now, my heart is focused on saving you."

"Have you figured it out?"

"No more hesitation! Drink!"

Ren Yunzong severed his true essence and transferred all his profound Taoist foundation to Jing Wuhuan. From then on, he lost his Taoist body and became a demon for eternity.

The graceful figure gradually disappeared, and what appeared before Jing Wuhuan was the former young lord of the Demon City, with his wild white hair, strong muscles, and golden markings on his face, making Jing Wuhuan feel both familiar and strange.

“I’ll wait for you outside. This child needs your comfort.”

"Ah."

Ren Yunzong slipped out of the room, and Jing Wuhuan sat up from the bed and opened the door.

The boy, who was in a state of panic, saw his sister appear unharmed and rushed into Jing Wuhuan's arms.

"Sister, that Taoist priest really saved your life."

Jing Wuhuan stroked his head, knowing that this was a karmic bond that could never be severed.

"Little brother, go to sleep. Tomorrow, your sister will take you away from here."

"Sister, where are we going?"

"Would you be willing to become a Taoist priest like him if you went to the place where the Taoist priest lives?"

The boy exclaimed happily, "Yes!"

Outside the thatched hut, in the pitch-black shadows of the trees, Jing Wuhuan walked toward the annihilation of the icchantika, startling the person who was deep in thought.

"This is a matter of stance, not right or wrong. If it were me, my choice would be the same as yours."

"Wu Huan, you are always so rational."

The two sat in the shadows, huddled close together.

“I have never regretted loving you, even though you have destroyed my world.”

"Wu Huan, I will keep my promise and minimize the damage."

Ren Yunzong took out the Wuhuan Flute and the Qitian Sword: "I'm entrusting them to you for safekeeping. Wait for me to come back."

"Let me play you another tune."

Jing Wuhuan picked up the jade flute, gently parted her lips, and each note of the flute was filled with reluctance to part.

The sound of the flute in the mountains was intermittent that night, and the moonlight appeared and disappeared, illuminating two figures that were sometimes apart and sometimes separated.

At daybreak, Ren Yunzong resolutely left, heading straight for Tianyan Demon City.

Having lost the Eye of the Elephant, the Demon Lord had been feeling quite inconvenienced lately. However, upon seeing the return of the Demon Lord, he felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

"Little brother, you're finally back."

"I will only participate in the Great Desolate Divine Decision upon my return; I will not concern myself with anything else."

The Demon Lord sighed, "In the Great Desolate Divine Art, we have lost Ghost Tathagata, the Emperor of the Dead Kingdom, and Silver Feather Wind, who were originally planned. Although we persuaded Hao Tianqiong and the Holy Infant Master to join us, we are still lacking a master."

Who are your current starting lineup?

"Duanmu Xianlong, Hao Tianqiong, Sheng Yingzhu, Siming, and you, my little brother."

"One person is still missing."

The Demon Lord tried asking him, "Little brother, if I were to borrow someone from the Heavenly Capital, do you think the Martial Lord would agree?"

The severing ties of the icchantika categorically denied it: "No!"

Why are you so sure?

“Brother, put away your scheming. Heaven has never belonged to any one side.”

"What if I said that as long as Wu Jun eliminates Sheng Fang for me, Tianyan Demon City is willing to acknowledge him as its master and never invade the Central Plains again?"

Upon hearing this, Duanmie Chanti was astonished: "Brother, do you intend to use Wu Jun to help you eliminate the enemy, and then go back on your word? I advise you to abandon such a dangerous idea."

"Haha, little brother, you still don't understand your elder brother enough."

"Hmph, when blood stains the earth, beautiful flowers will bloom from the soil, and the descendants of the demon race will be reborn on this land. Isn't this your belief as the Demon Lord?"

He looked at his younger brother with some pity.

I have always rejected the demons' warlike beliefs. In my eyes, neither the demons nor the saints can completely wipe out the other. Only by maintaining rationality and restraint can we win space for both sides to survive.

That's because I was still young. During the first war between the Holy and the Demonic, I had no idea what was happening.

What was originally a war between Buddha and Li dragged the demons into the conflict, resulting in the tragic death of the emperor and the sealing of the demon city.

From the moment he hastily ascended to the throne, the shame of defeat, the hatred of killing his father, and the humiliation of being sealed away never left him.

Defeat on the battlefield must be avenged on the battlefield.

Only victory, only the complete annihilation of the hostile Holy Race, can allow the Demon Race to survive on this land.

However, Rahu suddenly appeared, thwarting all the schemes of the Demon Queen, the Kingdom of the Dead, and Emperor Tathagata, until he witnessed the dream of Jhana.

He suddenly realized that a thousand years later, due to the appearance of Rahu, the Heavenly Demon City had another path to take.