Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The two stood on the desolate hill and watched as Qi Yuehan packed up the wine cups and left with hatred in his eyes.

"Letting those who know the truth go is not your style, Bu Wu Donghuang."

“A mad avenger has just forced us to expose the hidden person. Fifty years have passed, and the person who possesses the Golden Lion Coin has never shown up. Could it be that the Golden Lion Coin is not in the hands of the same person?”

"The reward I want is not gold and jewels."

"Hahahaha, Hen Qiangu, now that you've witnessed the power of the 'Saint Demon Origin History,' are you still worried about the treasures of the Golden Lion Empire? Open the Golden Lion Empire, and you will not only reach the pinnacle of martial arts, but also possess the true art of immortality."

"Tell me your next course of action."

A strange light suddenly flashed in Bu Wu Donghuang's eyes.

The treasures of the Golden Lion Empire are indeed remarkable, but as the crown prince of the Golden Lion Empire, having grown up amidst these treasures since childhood, he finds no interest in anything such as rare scriptures, divine weapons, or immortality.

A crown prince with extraordinary talent achieved all the goals he could before the age of thirty, leaving him with no choice but to challenge the gods.

The guardian deity of light in Donghuang Xuanzhou.

That day, amidst his father's worries and the earnest urging of his courtiers, he arrived at the Cloud Han Immortal Pavilion, where the God of Light resided, and launched a challenge from mortals to gods.

He suffered a crushing defeat in this battle.

It wasn't that he was seriously injured; on the contrary, the god showed mercy and only knocked him out of the Cloud Han Immortal Pavilion.

He suffered a crushing defeat because of God's contempt.

No matter how many tricks and wonders he used, the god simply swept them away with ease, making him feel like a ridiculous insect.

Upon returning to the Golden Lion Empire, Bu Wu Donghuang immersed himself in martial arts manuals, vowing to create a technique to slay gods.

As time went by, everything in the empire changed, and he drifted further and further away from his father, until he learned that his father intended to pass the empire on to his younger brother.

In a fit of rage, Bu Wu Donghuang sought out the Grandmaster of Yandu, and the two made a shady deal: the Grandmaster lent Hen Qiangu to participate in Operation Eagle War.

Ironically, when he stormed the palace, the imagined repentance from his father did not occur; his father committed suicide, and his brother disappeared without a trace.

The imperial treasures also disappeared.

hatred.

An overwhelming hatred.

But Bu Wu Donghuang didn't know who to hate.

Then hate everyone who is stronger than him.

"Hen Qian Gu, the four wonders can be connected, right? Send a message to the War Cloud Realm, telling them that the last Li Yuan is in Tian Du, and the person who killed Tian Zhi Li is also in Tian Du."

"You still want to provoke Tiandu?"

"Don't you want to avenge your brother?"

"But I'm not crazy."

"Hahahaha, Luo Hou, a worthy opponent for me to challenge."

"Don't play with fire too much, or you'll get burned."

"You haven't experienced the joy of self-immolation yet... Here, take Old Dog's swordsmanship; you know where to use it."

Bu Wu Donghuang threw out a scroll containing his record of "Erosion Sword Blade: Heavenly Dog Devours the Moon".

Hen Qiangu took the scroll, frowned, and left: "There are too many madmen in this world."

Donghuang Buwu returned to Tongtiandao, the Seven Cultivators of Martial Arts. Although his old residence was covered in dust, it still retained traces of what it had been fifty years ago.

He lay down contentedly, ready to get a good night's sleep.

As for mediating the conflict between the Seven Martial Arts Cultivators and the Fierce Martial Altar, Bu Wu Donghuang revealed a hint of sarcasm, thinking, "How could there be such a naive person as Nan Mian in the world?"

Just as the undercurrents were surging toward Tiandu, the young master's sightseeing group finally returned.

Liao Tian and Xianling chattered incessantly around their father, while Shao Hao greeted them and then disappeared into his own bedchamber.

"Father, my brother is not right."

"Oh?"

Xianling bit her finger, her eyes sparkling.

Huang Quan flicked him on the forehead: "You're the one who's acting strange. Go take a shower and go to bed."

Xuanling pouted and went back to Fengluan Palace. Liao Tian comforted him, "We shouldn't concern ourselves with the adults' affairs."

"But my brother is clearly acting strangely. He saw a flower in such an ugly woman."

"That's because there are no women in the Land of the Dead. Sister Yuesheng is married, and my brother can't see her."

Liao Tian said with certainty.

"Makes sense."

Hearing the two children's voices gradually fade into the distance, Huang Quan complained to Luo Hou, "What kind of mess is your bloodline!"

"Is this my fault too?"

"Is it my fault?"

“Your father-in-law wants you to work hard… I have a bad feeling. When Hao’er’s child is born, you will still be a baby.”

Huang Quan was furious: "I'm taking Xiao Cui back to the Moon Clan, and I'm leaving tomorrow!"

Luo Hou shook his head and went to Shao Hao's bedroom to see him.

But the entire bedchamber was shrouded in deathly aura and filled with black mist. The moment Luo Hou stepped in, he was pulled into a strange space.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

Amidst the chilling wind, a grotesque, sunken face appeared before Luo Hou.

"The first test of death: evil thoughts, welcome."

"Ok?"

The ghostly faces floated and drifted, seemingly illusory yet not real, stirring Luo Hou's emotions.

In an instant, those vanished memories and departed people resurfaced before my eyes.

"Your brothers are waiting for you. Go with them, go..."

The extremely sorrowful tone stirred Luo Hou's emotions, as if a thousand years had passed were nothing but a dream.

"Death Game, huh!"

With a cold snort, light returned to his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the moment the light returned, a strange man with eyes full of copper needles and a bloody, scarred appearance came down on his head with two scythes.

"Death's Second Trial: Dizziness, Hehehe~"

Luo Hou raised his hand to block the two scythes, then raised his other palm and struck out with great force.

"Children's tricks."

Dazzled, he drifted backward.

At that moment, evil thoughts arose, and the two strange figures overlapped, unleashing a deafening combined attack: "Death God - Forbidden!"

Darkness descends once more, endless blades sever everything, death's forbidden, eternal damnation.

"Interesting, but unfortunately not strong enough."

Luo Hou revealed a hint of admiration in his smile, then suddenly unleashed a palm strike, furiously cleaving through the darkness and slaughtering the evil spirits.

"Uh~"

The two strange figures disappeared, their realms shattered, revealing a Shao Hao with a face full of disappointment.

"Godfather... I thought I could hold you off for half an hour, alas!"

"It's possible that Death will emerge from all four gates."

"I've only figured out the first two levels, give me some more time."

Luo Hou was surprised by his son's diligence. Shao Hao was exceptionally talented, but he had little interest in martial arts, and staying up all night to study magic was something that had never happened before.

"What happened?"

Shao Hao suddenly became speechless: "No, nothing's wrong."

"really?"

"It's nothing, Godfather. You've had a long day, go and get some rest."

"Ha, a son is no longer under his father's control once he grows up."

The Four Gates of Death were probably developed for Zang Lanshan, since someone with her level of martial arts definitely needs a powerful protective technique.

Huang Quan was wrong. His skill in pursuing girls wasn't in his blood; it was inherited from the Grim Reaper.

When Luo Hou returned to Fengluan Palace, Liao Tian and Xianling were already asleep in bed.

Looking at his two sons sleeping peacefully, Luo Hou smiled as he thought of someone far away.

The Blood Puppet Master is dead, so Lady Xi, Qing Haichao, and Ji Shanhu can return.

Ci Xin came back with her.

Are they the ones switching on defense?

Xiao Ribiao had applied multiple times, and this time they finally granted his request to be with Yu Qinghuan, his sister-in-law, and Nanfeng Bujing.

It would be best if Zhi Xin went along, but given his personality, it would be difficult to persuade him.

Just as Luo Hou was planning the personnel arrangements, a tremendous thunderclap resounded in the sky above Tiandu.

Luo Hou walked out of the Phoenix Palace, looked up, and saw two fully armed warriors standing on the clouds, holding double halberds and drawing lightning.

In an instant, purple lightning flew wildly like ropes, and thunder roared like a tidal wave.

Two warriors rode the wind and clouds, relentlessly bombarding the Heavenly Capital Barrier. After a long while, the barrier shattered with a bang.

Luo Hou faced it coldly; what was meant to happen could not be avoided.

The people of Tiandu were awakened and came out together.

Two warriors landed in Tiandu Square. Zhan Jian pointed at Zhi Xin and said, "You carry the essence of our realm's prisoners of war. Immediately return to the Zhanyun Realm with me. The Land of Glory is your only home!"