Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Friends, please follow me to the Wall of Sin."

With a flash of light, the Buddha of Heaven transformed into light and departed.

The group hurriedly pursued him and landed together at the Wall of Repentance on the border of the Bardo.

Just as dawn was breaking, a red sun leaped out from behind the wall, its warm light shining on the world, but it couldn't reach the shadows behind the crowd.

Behind the crowd, Duan Junheng gently shook his head, pulling Zhi Xin aside.

On the other side of the wall, Black Nineteen accompanied Shui Yanrou, quietly waiting for the sinner's repentance.

The Buddha of Heaven knelt down, clasped his hands in prayer, and said: "I built this wall, I bear this karma, and I will receive this retribution. I only hope that those who resent me will no longer harbor resentment towards me from now on. With this very heart, I am willing to be condemned to the Avici Hell."

As the Buddha of Heaven knelt and confessed, the Thousand-Mile Wall of Sin collapsed with a roar, and countless vengeful spirits emerged from it, flying towards the boundless horizon.

Shui Yanrou covered her face, tears streaming down her face.

The nearby villagers who had come with the Buddhist monks were extremely excited and shouted, "The Buddha of Heaven deserves to die! Execute him!"

"The Buddha of Heaven deserves to die! Execute him!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Seeing this, the Buddha of Heaven closed his eyes and sat upright: "Buddha Sword, let's talk. Come on."

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, two figures arrived at lightning speed; they were Yun Guo Di Hun and Di Ru Lai.

When the two Buddhas arrived together, Su Huanzhen breathed a sigh of relief. This was an internal matter of the Buddhist sect, and since he had promised Shui Yanrou, it was really inconvenient for him to come forward and ask for her protection.

Yun Guo Di Hun walked to the side of the Heavenly Buddha, sat opposite him, and put his palms together, saying:

"Lou Zhiwei Tuo, you have cleansed the sins of the defiled Buddha by absorbing the original sins of all the Buddha cultivators. As a result of this heavenly punishment, your soul will be destroyed and you will be condemned to eternal damnation. Yun Guo Di Hun is willing to absorb half of your sins through a thousand years of arduous cultivation."

The Buddha of Heaven suddenly opened his eyes: "Why do you need to do this?"

With a smile, Yun Guo Di Hun dispersed his Buddhist power: "Ksitigarbha's great vow: you will not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and neither will I. May you be cleansed and purified by the sweet rain, drink!"

The power of Buddha over a thousand years, the Buddha's vow to save the world, has transformed into compassionate rain, flowing to the earth and humanity.

Emperor Tathagata lowered his head and murmured, "Amitabha."

Then, turning to face the crowd, he made a great vow: "I, the Tathagata, was originally saved by the Supreme Buddha. I am willing to enter the hell of Nirvana, sit in meditation for a hundred years, and liberate all sinful souls and evil thoughts, so as to repay the Supreme Buddha and be able to reincarnate. I will not retreat until Nirvana is empty."

The compassionate vows of the Three Buddhas have deeply moved the world.

In an instant, golden light rained down, and amidst the sweet rain, ten thousand thunderclaps resounded. It was unclear whether this was the wrath of Heaven or its mercy.

A strange phenomenon occurred, and the villagers who had been shouting could no longer open their mouths. Luo Hou tightly gripped the Heavenly Tribulation in his hand, and Zhi Xin was once again pulled back by Duan Junheng.

Amidst the thunder, Buddha Sword Speaker slowly stepped forward: "Killing is for the sake of protecting life; cutting off karma, not people. Lou Zhi Weituo, let Buddha Sword Speaker send you on your final journey, drink!"

The Buddha's tablet suddenly gleamed, revealing five knives and five internal organs, the Buddha's blood staining the Buddha's sword, revealing the body.

At the very moment Lou Zhiwei Tuo breathed his last, Yun Guo Di Hun also ceased breathing. The two pure white souls flew like shooting stars toward the northern part of the intermediate realm.

Di Rulai glanced at Luo Hou, then chased after the two souls.

Rahu knew that was the direction of the Nirvana Hell, where the souls of the guilty would enter. He hoped that with the protection of Emperor Tathagata, the souls of the Heavenly Buddha and Yun Guodi could be preserved.

The culprit was brought to justice, and the people and villagers of the Buddhist village were about to disperse when suddenly, a red cloud flew in from the direction of the intermediate state, shining like blood, accompanied by the morning glow.

"Go back!"

Su Huanzhen quickly told everyone to step back.

Not long after everyone retreated, the crimson cloud approached, and behind them came the deafening sound of flapping wings and screams of agony—the villagers were being swallowed up by the crimson tide.

Only Zhi Xin stood still, watching without blinking as the body of the Heavenly Buddha disappeared bit by bit in the red tide.

A moment later, only a skeleton remained.

A deep voice echoed beside the bones: "I have asked myself a thousand times why a demon has the face of a Buddha. Unfortunately, you have not given me an answer."

Seeing that Zhi Xin did not move, Duan Junheng was so anxious that he stamped his feet. He and Hei Se Shi Jiu retreated to Shui Yanrou's small house.

"This unfilial son is going to drive his father crazy!"

Nineteen stared at the skeleton and the skeletal structure beside it, and said coldly, "He is not afraid of the Red Tide, so what are you worried about?"

Luo Hou returned to Tiandu, feeling somewhat down.

He summoned Duanmie Chanti and asked, "What did Duan Junheng say to you when he came here?"

He recalled, "He told me some strange tales about the intermediate state, about the wall of sin, and even invited me to his home."

Do you want to go to the intermediate state (Bardo)?

Duanmie shook his head: "My current identity is sensitive. After the world has forgotten the war between the Holy and the Demonic, I will take Wuhuan to travel around. At that time, I will visit Mr. Duan in the Underworld."

Luo Hou looked at his face, which was covered with golden totems, and nodded: "Alright."

"Wu Jun, thank you for avenging my brother on behalf of Tianyan Demon City! You made a promise to me before, and I will now keep that promise and stay in Tiandu for twenty years."

"Aren't you going back to rebuild the Demon City?"

"No, I don't want to walk the path my brother has walked. My brother's wish is for me to live well. As long as I am here, the demon race will exist."

Luo Hou patted him on the shoulder: "I did not misjudge you. You have overcome your destiny."

However, the intermediate realm did not overcome its destiny. The Heavenly Buddha's original homeland took its anger out on the cooperation between the Zhou King and Lou Zhi Weituo. In addition, the red tide raged in the Bitter Realm, arousing the murderous intent of Ju Ye Feng Tan.

"Immediately summon all the warrior monks and launch a full-scale attack on the Netherworld."

A few days later, the elite troops of Tianfo Yuanxiang were dispatched in full force, and in less than half a day, they had already attacked the Zhongyin Realm Royal City.

Upon learning the news, King Zhou, along with Ling'er and under the protection of Gu Cheng Buwei, immediately fled to the Bitter Realm, leaving the royal city to the army of the Buddhist Kingdom.

A bloody massacre began.

Ershanduo and Weijiangdu, two of the four guardians of the Buddha's Land, are both powerful figures with profound Buddhist power. One is a red dragon in flight, and the other is a pipa player playing in reverse. Both possess pure Buddhist power and kill without hesitation.

Amidst a sea of ​​blood and mountains of flesh, the two stormed the Hua Mi Holy Temple.

Consort Mian, who was left behind, was shocked to see this and shouted, summoning the poisonous spider.

Just then, Ju Yefeng came dragging his sword: "Punishment reaches the five paths, Zen reaches the nine heavens, desire is free, form is boundless, the world is like a fleeting moment, the fire of karma will quell the flames of war."

With a single move, the poisonous spider shattered into nothingness, and Consort Mian collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Soon, only Liu Dutianque remained in the royal palace, and amidst the flashing blades, the invincible sword of the imperial city clashed with the judge of Tianfo Yuanxiang.

"Foolishness!"

The two clashed instantly, each unleashing their ultimate moves.

"Sword Pardon - Doomsday Holy Radiance!"

"Instant Kill in the Flames of War!"

Amidst the radiant light and fiery flames, Liu Dutianque suffered his first defeat, vomiting blood as he fled.

As the guards fell in battle, the royal palace instantly turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The Buddhist monk threw a fireball, and the thousand-year-old royal city, a place of luxury, was reduced to flames.

Ju Yefeng achieved victory and ordered the continued sweep across the entire territory: "We must crush the enemy forces and kill them all! Those who are imprisoned are useless and should not be spared! Use the fire of karma to purify all military and political strongholds in the territory, and let the remaining people live."

The following months were a fierce tug-of-war between the Heavenly Buddha's Original Land and the Bardo Realm.

When Duan Junheng, along with Black Nineteen, Zhi Xin, and the army of the Great Wall of Despair, finished this arduous national war, the Central Underworld was already devastated, its landscape scarred and ravaged.

During the war, the evil spirits lost control, devouring the flesh and blood of the living, turning the entire intermediate state into a living hell.

Nili Forest Prison.

Emperor Tathagata sat cross-legged by the lake, enduring the chilling wind and the drenching rain.

The ghosts and monsters by the lake had long since fled because of his awe-inspiring Buddhist light, leaving only two souls quietly resting in his palm.

"When sentient beings are about to die, all kinds of evil signs appear before them...and all those evil signs are extinguished."

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Chapter 181 begins with a rendition of "Drunken Cold River".

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the seasons change.

Three years have passed since the great battle between Buddha and Li.

In the past three years, apart from the red tide in the underworld causing havoc and the Blood Puppet Masters roaming around, the martial world has been surprisingly peaceful.

At this moment, in Tiandu Square, two three-year-old children are fighting each other.

One dragged a sword, the other raised a halberd; though they were half-length swords and halberds specially made for the two children, they still exuded the aura of a martial emperor and empress.

Xiao Mian stood on Liao Tian's side, while Xiao Hu stood on Xian Ling's side, and both sides were shouting encouragement.

Yan Pianpian and Ling Ziling followed Jing Wuhuan to cultivate on the Dengdao Shore. The little devil has grown into a teenager and diligently practices martial arts every day. Only Xiao Mian and Xiao Hu remain unchanged.

Luo Hou watched quietly as his two sons sparred.

Liao Tian inherited his demonic essence, possessing immense strength and following a fierce and powerful path. In addition, Liao Tian was exceptionally sensible, never complaining about practicing horse stance, standing meditation, or breathing exercises. The foundation of this three-year-old child was no less than that of an ordinary strong man.

Xuanling promised the Shattered Island King Tree Spirit Vein that he would spend half his time with Yu Cixin on Shattered Island, learning the art of governance.

Although Xianling spent less time and effort on martial arts than Liaotian, he was still able to fight Liaotian to a standstill because of his intelligence and agility.

Clang clang clang.

Bang bang bang.

The clang of weapons rang out, a sound that seemed to linger on.

Just as Xianling dodged Liaotian's attack again, Liaotian slid forward quickly, his moves still sharp, and with a single strike, he felled Xianling.

Neither of their swords or halberds were sharpened. Xianling was struck down with tremendous force, clutching his chest and screaming dramatically.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Liao Tian sheathed his sword, cupped his hands, and said, "You flatter me, younger brother."

Luo Hou stepped forward, intending to comment on the shortcomings of his two sons.

Xianling covered his ears: "Father, I just came back from the Four Realms, let me rest for a bit."