Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

A gaunt old man was seen using his broken bones to leave bloody handprints on the rock face in the mountains, forming a strange pattern.

At his feet lay several fresh corpses, and it was clear that the blood on his hands had been taken from these bodies.

The cruel scene made Yu Bufan frown deeply: "Stop!"

The old man turned around, his disfigured face now contorted with fanaticism, repeatedly chanting, "Boundless Tu Luo! Boundless Tu Luo!"

"Who are you?"

“A withered old man does not speak of prosperity, and few know of this place. Why have you two come here? Why not speak frankly?”

"We've come here to find the gateway to our hidden desires; could it be here?"

The old man threw his head back and laughed loudly: "I have waited here for hundreds of years, but I have not seen the Gate of Hidden Desires appear. Why don't you take your turn to wait?"

With a bang, Mo Dao rose up and rested on the withered old man's shoulder: "Telling the truth will do you good."

"Hmph, I was here waiting for my companions, but who knew you would come looking for me first. The Gate of Hidden Desires is indeed here, and unless the traitor from back then is found, this gate will never be opened."

Just then, a loud voice rang out, and then a magnificent figure descended, riding on a mythical beast called Di Ni.

"The light before us is about to be darkened. The holy light in despair is about to descend. God have mercy, God is immortal."

Chapter 253 Three Pairs of Close Friends: To Go Side by Side or to Go Their Separate Ways?

A man dressed in a black robe and extremely ornate attire descended upon the Abyss of Unpredictability, riding on a strange beast.

He held a square earth seal in his left hand, and pinched his right fingers together, one of which was extremely long and slender, like a peacock.

His eyes, like those of a peacock, shimmered with a magnificent yet eerie dark light, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

Before he could speak again, the withered old man had already knelt down, repeatedly prostrating himself on the ground and shouting, "The Holy Arbiter has arrived! Turo is boundless! Turo is boundless!"

Yu Bufan was startled, not expecting that the second-in-command of Ni Hai Chong Fan, Di Bo, the Holy Arbiter, would arrive so quickly.

The Earthly Arbiter, whose real name is Bian Xijun, is in charge of preaching and disciplining those who oppose the sea and sail. He is a very cold and mysterious person.

Bian Xijun waved his peacock finger and said to the withered old man, "Your loyalty has won God's approval and pleased God. God will surely bestow upon you even greater grace."

"Thank God, may the Dharani be boundless!"

"Go to the site of the Langhua Banquet and find the item that God needs. God is waiting for you to bring it so that more people can bask in God's glory."

"Your subordinate obeys. May the Tu Luo be boundless."

The withered old man happily completed his task.

Bian Xijun turned to Yu Bufan and Mo Dao Juechen: "You who are in despair, as long as you believe in God and follow God, despair can be turned into hope."

Yu Bufan chuckled softly, covering his face with his fan: "What do you consider my despair? And where does my hope lie?"

"Do not question God, or you will be punished by God."

"This is a case of resorting to coercion after failing to entice, Juechen. Be prepared to accept divine punishment."

Mo Dao Juechen stepped forward, gripping the hilt of his sword in reverse: "I request permission from the gods."

Seeing the expressions of the two men, Bian Xijun knew that his opponents were prepared. His eyes narrowed, and with a cold flick of his peacock finger, a beam of light appeared, and heavenly fire rolled down.

"The ignorant shall be punished by the heavenly fire!"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, yellow sand billowed up, a fierce blade struck, a sandstorm enveloped the heavenly fire, and the blade's energy shattered the secret technique.

Fire and sand merged into embers, and the unfathomable abyss quickly returned to desolation.

Upon exchanging blows, both sides knew that their opponent was a formidable foe. However, Mo Dao Juechen had come with the mission of spying on Qian Yu's true intentions, and he could not easily retreat upon encountering Di Bo.

At that moment, drawing upon his true essence, the sword dragon opened its eyes, unleashing a surge of dragon god energy from the celestial realm, carrying the might of the divine sword, and slashing out with a deafening roar:

"Reverse Blade Spin!"

Instantly, the valley echoed with the fierce sound of swirling blades, accompanied by the roar of a purple dragon and a raging sandstorm, forming a terrifying blade aura that could split the heavens and the earth.

"The legendary Blade Dragon? Even it must submit to the power of a god!"

With a flick of his finger, Bian Xijun instantly activated the Black Sin Secret Technique, and thousands of black feathers fluttered in.

Just as it reached Mo Dao Juechen, the black feather suddenly split open, transforming into thousands of black blades that emitted an eerie, fierce light.

"Juechen, retreat first."

Yu Bufan, observing clearly, did not wish to fight to the death with him. He then transformed his folding fan into a blade, helping Mo Dao Juechen break this secret technique.

The two left quickly.

"I never expected the Five Heavenly Dragons to appear here. What exactly has happened these past few days?"

While pondering, Bian Xijun left the Abyss of Unpredictability and headed to Wind Control Island. Bao Yuxinnu told him that the person who possessed the Death Mark was on the island.

The long-lost sound shattered the waves of Yufeng Island and also trampled Du Wuyu's peaceful heart.

"The light before us is about to be darkened. The holy light in despair is about to descend. God have mercy, God is immortal."

Du Wuyu coldly stared at Bian Xijun, her hand reaching for the ancient sword behind her back.

"Calamity may strike, death or return—God gives you the choice."

"The choice of Yijian Fenghui: Fight."

“Those who have turned away from God, I have no choice but to punish them.”

The land has fallen, the world has changed dramatically, and the two pillars of the past, once again clash after many years.

Bian Xijun lightly flicked his palm, and dust rose a hundred feet, and the ground trembled a thousand feet.

Du Wuyu unleashed a powerful strike, its momentum like a sudden gust of wind, piercing through walls and splitting waves, heading straight for the dark-skinned, powerful figure before her.

Unexpectedly, with a light tap of his fingertip, Bian Xijun Peacock easily deflected the ancient style back.

Du Wuyu was taken aback: "Your martial arts?"

"Did my skills surprise you? Huo Fengxing, in the past, you and I fought to the point of mutual injury, and I did not use my full strength. But hundreds of years of slumber have made me regret that I was too lenient with you in the past."

The secret technique was activated again, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of heavenly flames fell like a rain of stars.

"Dragon Slash Style, drink!"

Ancient style soars high, sword energy undergoes a dramatic change, amidst the rain of fire, only a gust of wind can be seen, and the starlight in the distance is instantly reduced to countless fragments.

Bian Xijun couldn't help but exclaim, "After so many years, you've improved even more than before, but your eyes still break my heart. Drink up!"

With a soft whisper, more poignant black feathers swept across the sky.

Each blade is a deadly weapon, a deadly weapon that cuts through the body in close combat, captivating the soul. This is none other than the Black Feather Condensation Technique, one of Bian Xijun's two great spells.

Caught off guard, the black feather grazed Du Wuyu, leaving a bloody mark on his face.

Sensing the deadly ambush, Du Wuyu changed her sword stance again: "One Sword Soars Through the Dust!"

Du Wuyu leaped into the air, his sword flashing, his unparalleled sword intent sweeping through the black feathers and shattering the illusion.

Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly rushed into the formation, crashing into his arms and then striking him with a palm.

"Pfft~"

Du Wuyu vomited blood and fled in fright.

"Calamity is spreading, but out of consideration for past friendships, I will only impose 30% of divine punishment as a warning, so that we may never stray from the gods again."

Du Wuyu wiped the crimson from her lips and said coldly, "I will never hand over the Death Seal. Don't even think about trying to bewitch people again."

“People’s hearts are drawn to the Way, but you are going against it. God does not like stubbornness and obstinacy, and God will warn you.”

Black Sin Peacock's eyes narrowed, and his left hand, holding the Earth-Shattering Seal, rose into the air, instantly transforming into a majestic and intimidating divine artifact, its golden light flashing and its appearance exceptionally magnificent.

"The Six Seals and Precepts!"

Unexpectedly, their reunion hundreds of years later led to another life-or-death struggle.

"The first time the Six Seals of Power have been used on four seals, the gods are enraged!"

"Whether they are gods or demons, the eyes of the world are discerning!"

Du Wuyu now believed that Di Bo's abilities were superior to his own, and that Bian Xijun had indeed shown mercy during his escape battle after sealing his hidden desires.

Even so, he did not back down.

Ancient customs are revived, but old friendships and camaraderie are gone. Swords are drawn across the sky, resolve is firm, and a life-or-death struggle, burning like a raging fire, is all for the sake of guarding that door that cannot be seen in the world.

Bang bang bang.

The two swords clashed repeatedly, their sword energy piercing the sky, the waves crashing, and the entire Wind Riding Island seemed to be torn apart.

However, with the fusion of secret techniques and the blessing of divine artifacts, Bian Xijun was like a demon god descending to earth, easily suppressing Du Wuyu.

"You're still not stopping now? If you turn back now, God will forgive your previous betrayal."

"Boundary of Darkness, Extreme of Darkness, End of Death, drink!"

The only response to Bian Xijun was the light of his sword. Du Wuyu had incorporated the supreme sword technique of the Death Seal, unleashing three moves in one strike.

Since it was a life-or-death situation, Du Wuyu held nothing back. For him, death was a relief. If he were to go to hell with Di Bo, Ni Hai Chong Fan would only have Jiu Shen Lian left, and their strength would be greatly reduced.

At that time, this evil organization should collapse.

The deathly aura drained all life from Windrider Island, and even another giant god lurking in the seabed winds let out a painful roar.

The three swords, emerging from the deathly aura, were linked end to end, each strike faster and heavier than the last.

With the three swords drawn, darkness ends and hope is rekindled.

"Those who have gone astray and will not turn back, may Heaven pardon their six sins!"

Thousands of black feathers gathered behind Bian Xijun into two black wings that blotted out the sky.

Black wings are as dreamlike and ethereal as death itself.

The black wings covered the three sword intents, as well as all the death energy and vitality.

In a clash of ultimate moves, everything turned to white in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, time stood still, blood dripped, and hope was shattered.

"That's it, the mark of death is returned."