Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"daughter!"

As the argument raged on, the girl group rushed toward Jing Wuhuan's residence.

Cui Luohan brought out the baby: "Congratulations, Demon Emperor, congratulations, Young Lord, a little princess has been born in Tianyan Demon City."

"Thank you, Madam."

Zhi Xin and Duanmie Chanti had been waiting outside the delivery room for a long time. Upon hearing this, Zhi Xin hurriedly took the baby.

Upon closer inspection, the two were astonished. The little princess's exquisitely beautiful face was exactly the same as that of Zhifolou Zhiwei Tuo, without the slightest difference.

"How could this happen?"

"Father of Demons, could it be that the child is not..."

Luo Hou walked over and interrupted their reverie: "The little princess is not the reincarnation of Lou Zhi Weituo. I just saw the Buddha in the Nirvana Hell. He is currently undergoing arduous cultivation with Yun Guo Di Hun and cannot be reincarnated yet."

Ji Shanhu was filled with envy. There were three young masters in the Heavenly Capital. The couple had once thought of having a daughter so that they could become in-laws with Wu Jun.

Now, Shao Hao and Liao Tian have each brought back a girl, leaving only Xian Ling.

Who knew that Jing Wuhuan would seize the opportunity first, and with the little princess's unparalleled beauty, even if she had a daughter in the future, she probably wouldn't be able to win the young master's hand.

At this moment, in another dimension, on the preaching platform, a trace of spiritual light still remained on the fingertips of the Buddha.

"Buddha, I grant you a small chance to maintain your connection with this world, so that you may attain enlightenment soon."

All rivers flow eastward and never return; life and death are but a dream.

Chapter 228 The Creation Ball of the Moving Yuan, the Grandmaster Kills It

After reading the list of winners from the Eight Directions Platform, Chaotianjiao was filled with worries, never expecting that Tiandu would be ranked first.

Tiandu not only killed Yinhe Ji and Xingye Qiongqi, but also stole the Giant Demon God.

If you can't beat them or afford to offend them, you can only swallow your anger.

But Zhan Yun Realm has been rampant for thousands of years. As the leader of the Three Prides, Chao Tianjiao has fought in the south and north, staining the world with blood. When has he ever swallowed his anger?

Given Xuanming's sense of loyalty... at this moment, the only path she can take is to marry.

With Xuanming's abilities, he could unleash the ultimate technique of freezing a thousand miles, turning any city into an ice sculpture. In addition, he possesses the Thousand-Mile Ice Arrow, which could potentially defeat Tiandu or even kill Luo Hou.

Having made up his mind, Chao Tianjiao returned to the Ice Tower.

Midway through the journey, a crimson tornado appeared on the horizon, whipping up dust and howling past.

"Crimson Whirlwind? Hmm, the murderer of King Zhong, don't get away!"

Chao Tianjiao quickly gave chase. If he could capture the murderer who killed Mi Dubai, he could expose Gu Ling Shiyan's conspiracy at the Four Wonders Conference in Xiaoxiao Muyu and persuade Yijian Fenghui to eliminate the Grandmaster.

The crimson whirlwind sped through the forest, with Chao Tianjiao hot on its heels, until they reached a secluded, desolate woodland.

Suddenly, the whirlwind vanished, white flowers fluttered, and a blood-red silhouette slowly appeared, revealing a chilling murderous aura.

"Hmm? An expert!"

Chao Tianjiao moved lightly, gripping the Phoenix Blade tightly in his hand.

The opponent still didn't turn around, but slowly raised his right arm, revealing a sword that was also blood red.

"You really aren't Du Wuyu, the Sword Wind Emblem!"

Chao Tianjiao roared angrily, and his Phoenix Blade, carrying a massive thunderbolt, crashed down on his opponent.

Just then, the person turned around, revealing a face as fair as snow and as alluring as a demon.

Immediately, the phantom was drawn from its sheath, the sharp sword flashing with dazzling light, its killing intent surging and its clanging ringing out.

The vibrant red reflected the man's cold face and chilling killing intent. His eyes were contemptuous as he made his move, as if he was still not satisfied.

The arrogant sword turned into a silver light, and purple lightning roared and shot out, sweeping away everything around it.

After several moves, the beautiful and alluring figure spun into the air, sword light surging, covering ten miles in crimson.

"You've wasted my time, how annoying!"

With a muffled shout, Chao Tianjiao saw his opponent turn into smoke, his figure transforming into smoke, and the smoke into sword intent, instantly closing in on him.

"You really are from the tobacco capital!"

In that instant, the knife stopped, the people fell silent, and even the flowers stopped blooming.

Chao Tianjiao seemed to have many thoughts, which ultimately turned into a soft murmur.

At this time, Binglou, guided by Kuyinzi, came to Zuiguangyin in order to obtain a good medicine to cure Xiaomitao, and encountered Xuanmingshi.

Although Xuanming felt puzzled, he did not want to clash with the swordsman in front of him.

“The Yin energy within your snow mastiff can no longer sustain its vitality. It will soon die from exhaustion. Rather than that, let’s make a deal.”

Zui Guangyin firmly stated, "Only if it benefits Little Peach can we have room to talk."

Xuanming took out a road map.

"The place recorded in the map is called Xiaoxiao Muyu. Deep inside is a Yuan Sheng Creation Orb. If you can retrieve this object, this snow mastiff will no longer be shrouded in the shadow of death and will return to a normal life, and I will also be able to regain my power."

Zui Guangyin wasn't so easily fooled and immediately retorted, "If this Primordial Creation Orb is so useful, why don't you take it yourself?"

"Back then, the four wonders, each with their own elements, worked together to set up a barrier deep within the misty rain to protect the Primordial Creation Sphere. To enter, all four must enter and exit together; none can be missing. Although I am the master of the Ice Tower, I would also find it difficult to enter without the assistance of the other three."

"Am I supposed to represent all four of you? This isn't a deal; it's sending me to my death. Once I'm dead, you can kill Little Peach and retrieve your Yin Essence. Is that your plan?"

Xuanming said calmly, "I had no such intention. I am only telling you the only way to save Xue'ao. The Yuan Sheng Creation Orb is a shared possession of the four realms. I alone cannot make the decision. If you do not go and retrieve it, then you will have to watch Xue'ao die."

"Hmph, as long as Little Peach can escape death, this old dog will take on all the danger!"

Watching the departing figure of the most glorious moment fade into the distance, Xuanming Shi breathed a long sigh of relief.

Just as the swordsman said, if he lives, he will obtain the Yuan Sheng Creation Orb; if he dies, he will obtain the Yin Yuan within the Snow Mastiff's body.

Just then, Xuanming suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest: "Why is my heart blood rushing to my head? What is this inexplicable palpitation?"

The most precious time has stepped into the outer layer of the drizzling evening rain.

The year-round rain, drizzling incessantly, creates a barrier that strangers find difficult to enter.

Zui Guangyin murmured to himself, "Rain, the rain I hate so much... this is the place."

He drew his bone knife, gathered his inner energy, and rushed into the rain. But the wind and rain continued to blow, offering no attack or resistance whatsoever.

"Uh~"

"Ah~"

"Ha~"

After making a few cuts, I looked at myself closely and saw that apart from my clothes being soaked by the rain, there was no change at all.

He ventured deeper into the inner layer and saw a creation sphere floating in mid-air, shimmering with four colors of light.

"That Ice Tower Master overreacted. Where exactly is the danger? Could it be when he takes the Primordial Creation Orb?"

Zui Guangyin was on full alert, cautiously rising to reach for the Creation Ball.

"Drink! Ha!"

The Creation Ball fell into the hands of the most luminous time, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no reaction.

"Tch, what a liar! It seems this Primordial Creation Orb won't have any effect."

He quickly returned to the Ice Tower with the Creation Orb and handed it to Xuanming.

"You actually got it back. You're quite something."

"You're exaggerating. Apart from the annoying rain, that place isn't as troublesome as you described. Now it's time for you to keep your promise to me."

Xuanming grasped the Primordial Creation Ball, channeling the power of creation. The Yin Yuan Qi instantly flowed and exchanged, entering Little Peach's body.

"Ow~"

Little Peach showed a happy expression, as if she had been fully revived.

"The snow mastiffs will no longer be troubled by death."

Zui Guangyin couldn't resist nuzzling Little Peach's nose: "That's great!"

A man and a dog bid farewell to the Ice Tower and returned to the Bitter Realm.

After they left, Xuanming asked in bewilderment, "This person can freely enter and leave Xiaoxiao Muyu. Is he a master of martial arts, or is he simply devoid of life? Now that the Yuan Sheng Creation Orb is in my hands... Hah!"

With Hao Li's encouragement, the inexhaustible source of the four realms within the Creation Sphere gradually flowed into the exquisite bone he had taken from the Mysterious Monologue.

Just as Xuanmingshi was drawing energy from the Primordial Creation Sphere, the earth veins of Yandu suddenly trembled, and the element of smoke instantly weakened.

Gu Ling Shi Yan was shocked: "The Primordial Creation Sphere!"

Xi Gong Diaoying, who was reporting Gong Wuhou's movements to the Grandmaster, asked in confusion, "Master, what happened?"

"Someone has disturbed the Primordial Creation Sphere. I must enter Xiaoxiao Muyu to take a look."

The ancient tomb, shrouded in mist, steps out of the cold window of fame and fortune, and in an instant arrives the drizzling evening rain.

The misty rain drifted by, and an atmosphere of death lingered.

Gu Ling Shi Yan mobilized all his true energy, disregarding the wind and rain that eroded his body, and walked step by step toward the inner layer.

In the blink of an eye, the wind and rain transformed into sharp swords and blades, piercing through clouds and smoke, relentlessly attacking.

"Drink~"

With a sharp shout, Gu Ling Shi Yan endured the pain of being struck by swords and blades, protected his heart meridian, and resolutely arrived at the space where the Primordial Creation Sphere was placed.

Sure enough, it disappeared.

Gu Ling Shi Yan was both shocked and furious. He vomited a mouthful of crimson and quickly retreated from Xiao Xiao Mu Yu.

The Yuan Sheng Creation Sphere is not only the lifeblood of Yandu, but also what Gu Ling Shi Yan sought throughout his life.

Unlike the long history of the War Cloud Realm and the Ice Tower, the War Cloud Realm and the Ice Tower had already established a strong foundation before the appearance of the Primordial Creation Sphere.

The cloud and ice elements are merely icing on the cake for the Battle Cloud Realm and the Ice Tower, adding extra power to their respective realms.

For Yandu, however, it was a matter of life and death.

Long ago, this land was inhabited by ordinary people who lived through birth, aging, illness, and death, and engaged in farming and labor.