Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Wu Jun, what are your thoughts on the current conflict between the demon realm and the Buddhist realm?"

"What is Duan Junheng's opinion?"

“Because of the enmity between the intermediate state and the Buddhist realm, he was optimistic about the situation.”

Zhi Xin's feelings toward Tianfo Yuanxiang were quite complicated. The Buddhist essence within him came from the Buddha of Heaven, but Tianfo Yuanxiang had forced the Buddha of Heaven to his death.

"The Heavenly Buddha's original homeland is on the verge of collapse, and the demon realm is the knife that reaps their sins, but this knife is in the hands of Mara."

"Marsh?"

Luo Hou said gently, "Zhi Xin, although you have escaped the conflict between the Buddha and the demons, your tribulations are not yet over and you have not yet passed the death calamity. You may as well stay in Tiandu for a while and do not need to get involved in the conflict between the Buddha and the demons."

"My inevitable demise?"

"You were created from demonic energy, malevolent energy, and Buddhist energy. If any one of them goes wrong, it will cause an imbalance among the three elements."

The people of Zhan Yun Realm are about to arrive in the Bitter Realm. Zhi Xin went out to buy some vegetables, but was defeated by two demonic horns from Zhan Yun Realm and had to have his Li Yuan Buddhist essence cut off.

There is a barrier around the heavens. As long as Zhi Xin doesn't go out, he can rest easy once the Battle Cloud Realm is wiped out.

Zhi Xin asked another question: "Martial Lord, why did the Heavenly Demon City fail? Is the world truly incapable of containing demons?"

"Failure is only due to insufficient strength; in the realm of hardship, strength always reigns supreme."

While the two were chatting, news came that Tian Qijue had come to visit.

Luo Hou met with him at Tingchao Pavilion.

"The lake is calm in August, reflecting the vast sky. I sit and watch the anglers, only to feel envious of their catch. Lord Wu, I truly envy you sitting here fishing so leisurely."

"What makes you say that?"

"Huh, sitting here, I inexplicably feel like I'm a fish."

"Three fish?"

"Haha, Tianqi Jue's days are numbered. I beg you, Martial Lord, for the sake of all living beings, to lend a helping hand."

Seeing his serious tone, Luo Hou knew that his time was coming to an end, and solemnly replied, "Please speak."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. The first thing is for you to take the 'Saint Demon Origin History' from Houfeng Xuan Cave. I don't trust anyone else with this book, so I can only entrust it to you."

"This book... is troublesome."

"The second matter is to ask Wu Jun to go to the Hundred Demon Road in Qiushan to rescue Fo Jian Fen Shuo. At the moment, Senior Yi Ye Shu has other important matters to attend to, and you are the only one who can suppress the demon realm."

"Still troublesome."

"The third thing is for you to keep an eye on the Battle Cloud Realm. If they make any aggressive moves, the Heavenly Capital should not hesitate to destroy them."

"Three things, each one troublesome."

Tian Qijue laughed loudly: "Hahaha, in the past, when I sought help from the Martial Lord, I always prepared my bargaining chips. Unfortunately, at this moment I am penniless and have nothing of value. I can only borrow the autumn light of this lake to win a trace of the Martial Lord's pity for the common people."

After saying this, he stood up and bowed deeply to Luo Hou.

Luo Hou helped him up. These were his last words, how could he refuse? "I grant your request."

"Thank you, Martial Lord. Actually, I've always had a question: with your strength, how could you sit idly by and watch the Bitter Realm endure wave after wave of fierce battles? Why didn't you annihilate the evil heretics as soon as they showed their faces?"

"Have you forgotten that Luo Hou has already died twice?"

"Feel sorry."

“I have died twice, and neither time I brought peace.”

"I still hold onto the hope of peace, even if it means dying again."

"Goodbye."

"Three years to find the dragon, ten years to pinpoint the acupoint, carrying the blue bag on my shoulder, I travel north and south; knowing the breath in three inches, understanding the heart in ten directions, I grasp the universe and reach the heavens."

After Tian Qijue's figure disappeared, Luo Hou headed towards Houfeng Xuan Cave.

Houfeng Xuanku is the lair where the Blood Puppet Master keeps the "Saint Demon Origin History".

It was cold and eerie. Several coffins were placed in the cave, each containing a dead person he used to cultivate Ghost Words.

Luo Hou endured the stench and approached the book, which was as tall as a person. He saw that the book was filled with a mixture of demonic and Buddhist energy, which were fighting each other. It seemed that the Three Prophecies had already infiltrated the "Saint Demon Origin History", causing chaos in the book.

Only with the addition of the Five Spirit Pearls and the Black and White Jade Buddhas can the "True Dharma Heavenly Mirror" truly be created.

There's no rush.

Luo Hou put away the book and headed to the Hundred Demons Road in Qiushan.

Upon hearing that he had come to demand the release of his hostage, Yan Wushang said regretfully, "You're too late. Buddha Sword Fenshuo has already transformed into a demon. Are you sure you want to release him?"

I really want to slap this brat.

"Let him go."

Yan Wushang naturally dared not resist and helped Jian Fo Fenshuo out; fortunately, he was still alive.

Luo Hou picked up the Buddha sword and headed towards the Land of Enlightenment.

Buddha Sword naturally had to hand the task over to his good buddy Headache. Shu Lou Long Su had too many properties, while Sword Master only had one place called Huo Ran Jing, which was easy to find.

They arrived quickly. Luo Hou placed the Buddha sword at the door and turned to leave.

Sword Fairy came out upon hearing the commotion and, seeing Buddha Sword Fenshuo covered in blood, exclaimed in alarm, "Sword Fairy, come quickly!"

Chapter 200: Borrowing your resources, I'll hold a sword review meeting.

A blood puppeteer, looking disheveled, walked dejectedly through the grove.

But he quickly rallied his spirits and encouraged himself: "Lamenting the passing of spring and autumn cannot change my fate. I, the Blood Puppet Master, am the master of this world and will not be defeated so easily. I will head to the Shore of No Life and make my move first."

Just then, Tian Qijue arrived.

"It's you, Tian Qijue!"

"No need to be wary of me, time has finally come to an end. Blood Puppet Master, do you know what it feels like to have your life come to an end?"

"Hmph, I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"Blood Puppet Master, what is the thing you are most proud of in your life?"

"Ok?"

Tian Qijue sighed, "With all your scheming and ambition, you can't even come up with a single decent thing?"

"You ended the Holy War, wiped out the remaining forces of the Holy and Demonic forces, and prevented the common people from suffering the ravages of the Holy War. How about that? This is an achievement that you self-proclaimed righteous people could never accomplish, isn't it?"

"It seems you still can't admit that it is destiny that pushes you forward, rather than you controlling the ups and downs of destiny. The death of the Buddha of Heaven led to the appearance of the 'Mirror of Righteous Law' in the world, while the death of the Fiend of Heaven brought forth the War Cloud Realm. You are nothing more than a pawn in the game of fate."

"Hehehe, how could you possibly fathom the abilities of a Blood Puppet Master? I hereby declare that in the future, all races will fight each other to the death, and the Bitter Realm will never have a peaceful day."

The last shred of pity vanished.

"Unrepentant, fine! I'll use your life to witness the martial arts prowess of Motive Prophecy."

Having said that, Tian Qijue gathered his Qi and activated his Qimen Technique, instantly unleashing five thunderbolts upon his body, a vast power unlike anything he had ever seen, which shook the entire desolate forest.

"Danger!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the Blood Puppet Master turned and fled.

It was late. Tian Qijue finished typing: "A sensation in the martial arts world, drink!"

The immense power of Haotian's palm, carrying boundless thunder and fire, rolled down, a punishment from beyond the six heavens, shattering the Blood Puppet Master's defenses in one fell swoop.

"Ah~~ Uh~"

The Blood Puppet Master collapsed to the ground, his tendons and veins instantly severed, and blood splattered everywhere.

He was not giving up and crawled on the ground with all his might: "You can't kill me, I am immortal, immortal!"

Tian Qijue sighed, "Alas, can immortality truly bring you happiness?"

The Blood Puppet Master used his last strength to get up, grabbed Tian Qijue by the chest and shook him: "I want to see your true face!"

A thick fog rose from the forest.

A familiar face emerged from the fog.

"It really is you, Su Huanzhen!"

With a look that was both sorrowful and joyful, both crying and laughing, the Blood Puppet Master collapsed to the ground and never moved again.

The pursuit of immortality year after year is like a dream, and now all that remains is dust and emptiness.

"A limp nine o'clock, huh?"

Qin Jiaxian's shout came from behind. Tian Qijue did not stop. Facing a beam of light in the forest, he slowly rose into the air.

The figure gradually faded into nothingness, leaving only a clear murmur: "Look at this vast mortal world, who has stolen away the fleeting years? Man or soul, we are but a shadow of lotus in a pond."

Qin Jiaxian arrived with Ye Tuling, looked around, and found only the corpse of the Blood Puppet Master in the forest.

"Strange? How could he have disappeared? It's Su Huanzhen!"

“Big Brother, the lame man sent us to the old forest at nine o’clock, not to cry. Let’s quickly search them and retrieve the crisis prophecy and the motive prophecy, and hand them over to the Three Fish.”

Qin Jiaxian said angrily, "It's all because of this blood and shit that society has paid such a high price. I want to grind his body to dust."

Before Qin Jiaxian could destroy the body and cover his tracks, a sudden burst of heavenly fire burned the Blood Puppet Master to ashes, which scattered into the endless dense forest.

The passing of this extraordinary figure did not hinder the journey of the young master's group. Led by Shao Hao, they finally arrived at the headquarters of the Tiantian Coffin Chain Store.

Zang Lanshan was taken aback. Why were there so many customers?

Huang Quan and the others were even more shocked. How could there be such an ugly woman in the world?

Before Zang Lanshan could even open her mouth, Shao Hao said, "Miss Lanshan, we're just passing by and have come to your shop for a drink of water."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Shao Hao:

"A thousand miles, it really is on the way."

"I just passed by the teahouse in town, and you didn't say you wanted to drink water."

"When did this child learn to lie?"

With a flick of her pink sleeves, Zang Lanshan leaned against Huang Quan and said, "Young master, how many people in your family have died? How many coffins do you need? Considering your handsome face, I'll give you a 20% discount."