Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Just as Bian Xijun was worried, Du Wuyu's death mark reappeared, and then his sword momentum rose again, but it was different from the peaceful and calm sword path before.

The sword burns with hatred, its sharp edge revealing a chilling killing intent.

Juan Shoutian lightly touched the ground and quickly dodged: "This is the way of the sword."

"Ready, Wind of Annihilation!"

Du Wuyu's sword turned ruthless, and in an instant, a deadly wind swept across mountains and seas, engulfing the world.

The sword, now shrouded in golden sheath, burst forth with the light of dawn, its boundless intent annihilating all darkness and death in the world.

A cold and austere swordsman, weary and helpless, had no choice but to return and renew his Death Seal in order to minimize the evil he had committed.

A proud cultivator, adhering to the principle of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, shows no mercy to evildoers in the world.

A lone sword is a cold wind.

The other person's sword is a warm light.

The dead wind and the blazing sun clashed fiercely, and the two sword lights clashed continuously in the air. The bursts of sword energy forced the Life and Old Seals to retreat step by step, startled countless birds in the forest, and caused all the demonic beasts within a hundred miles to flee.

Several more moves passed, and the match remained undecided.

Bian Xijun watched coldly, realizing that Juan Shoutian had been holding back too much; it was time to force him to reveal his trump card.

"Disaster spreads like wildfire, an extreme tactic."

Upon hearing this, Du Wuyu gave a deep shout, his voice carrying an ancient air, as if to bring an end to the stalemate.

Juan Shoutian sensed the change in his opponent, and his five fingers transformed into a sword. In an instant, golden light soared into the sky, revealing the image of five suns shining together in the sky.

"The darkest of times!"

"Five Suns Ignite the Prairie Fire!"

The blazing heat of the five suns and the fierce power of the five swords forcefully shattered the shadows of death, as if the three lights illuminated the world, nourishing all things and extinguishing the will of death.

In the instant the blazing sun dissipated, the five sword shadows merged into one, transforming into a dazzling pillar of sword light that slashed down fiercely.

Gu Feng suddenly deflated as if his sword light had dissipated, and a line of blood dripped from Du Wuyu's wrist.

Seeing that Du Wuyu was injured, Bian Xijun unleashed his heroic spirit, interrupting the fight between the two: "Stop."

Juan Shoutian coldly asked, "Why don't you join the game?"

“I have already witnessed what God has asked me to witness; there is no point in getting involved.”

"What is the conclusion?"

"Bei Fangxiu, relying on his superior martial prowess, was unwilling to work with Ni Hai Chongfan for the well-being of humanity and insisted on taking the name of Tian. His intentions were obvious."

“The name is the correct name, the heart is the heart of the Way; what does it matter if it is obvious?”

"To rely on the sword as one's way is a way that cannot last long."

"To rely on the sword as my way is my way."

"When the sword breaks, where will your path lead? Ni Hai Chong Fan will wait and see."

"When despair is gone, how can the rebellious sea lead to hope? The weary heavens are also waiting to see."

Chapter 258 The Bald Deer and the Shadowless Shadow

The red-clad youth, Bai Xiulin, returned to Xiaoshan, reminiscing about his exciting match with the black bird.

Suddenly, the sound of bells and chanting of Buddhist prayers rang out continuously.

"Strange, why would someone be ringing a bell and chanting scriptures in Xiaoshan?"

The rugged peaks followed the sound, but the shadows of the trees were dim; only the sound could be heard, not the person.

Hesitating and hesitating, going back and forth.

After several near misses, the mountain spirit finally saw a monk with deer antlers on his head ringing a bell on the edge of the cliff.

"The six senses are the seeds of Bodhi, the six senses are the mirror of clarity, the six realms of existence are opened by causes and conditions, and the six senses are freed from the dust of the world."

The mountain spirit walked up to him and said, "Bald donkey, no, it's a bald deer."

The monk continued striking the mallet in his hand, but replied gently, "Benefactor, you are mistaken. I am not bald."

"Whatever, all monks are considered bald. What are you doing?"

"Ring the bell."

The mountain spirit was very clever and immediately questioned him with Zen principles: "You shouldn't use the end of a tree to strike the main body of the tree."

"In your opinion, what is fundamental and what is secondary?"

"Nonsense, the elder's is the root, and the younger's is the branch. Your mallet has a tight grain, which is obviously from the end of the tree, while the bell has a coarse grain and a light color, which is a characteristic of a small tree."

The monk with deer antlers continued slowly and deliberately, "Before one is born, the other is born, both originating from the same tree. Although one exerts force and the other receives it, when they collide, both are injured. Though their appearances differ, they are originally one. Why should they harm each other?"

Although the mountain spirit was clever, its patience was limited: "I don't understand this boring stuff you're talking about."

"You cannot see the true face of Mount Ling, simply because you are in the mountain itself."

"Hmph, you've said so much, now it's my turn to tell a story."

"Appreciate further details."

The mountain spirit, rarely having anyone to confide in, began to speak: "A long, long time ago, don't ask how long, I can't even remember myself... When I was hunting, a white deer ran into my forest and interrupted my game."

"and after?"

"The white deer asked me to let go of the tiger that was chasing it, saying it was willing to compensate me by becoming my prey. Later, for some reason, I became friends with it, until one day, the white deer suddenly disappeared and turned into an old bald man."

"It sounds really interesting that a deer could turn into a human."

The mountain spirit got angry: "On the contrary, that old bald man was too boring. He kept saying things that I couldn't understand and didn't want to hear, so I killed him in the end."

After saying this, the Mountain Spirit's laurel-breaking token slowly transformed into a knife shape.

He approached the bell-ringing monk step by step.

"You know what? So much time has passed that I can't remember the old bald man's face anymore, but I remember his scent very clearly—it's the same scent you smell right now!"

The people from the past reappeared, but the mountain spirit refused to listen or see them again, and swung his knife at the monk.

Unexpectedly, the monk transformed into a wisp of smoke and appeared behind him.

"Are you going to fight back?"

"Sigh, I guess I'll just have to beat you up."

Suddenly, the wooden mallet in the deer-antlered monk's hand flashed and transformed into the long staff, Dingguang Solo.

The monk's martial arts were truly extraordinary. With a flick, a hook, a pierce, and a twist, he deflected the flowing rainbow with a thousand turns, causing the mountain spirit to become inexplicably agitated.

"Ah~ah!"

Swords and staffs clashed fiercely, the sounds of metal clanging like thunder and drums, each sound resonating in the heart of the mountain spirit.

The mountain spirit, having failed to land a few blows, was about to unleash his ultimate attack when the Buddha's staff suddenly struck him on the head.

boom.

"It hurts!"

The constant banging caused the mountain spirit a splitting headache, making it unable to even grip the knife firmly.

Each strike is like a flash of inspiration, each strike is like the ebb and flow of the past.

Just as the mountain spirit was on the verge of collapse, the monk with deer antlers stopped: "Spirit of Xiaoshan, a person can bear to lose everything, but cannot bear to lose themselves. One day, you will walk toward the destiny you are meant to fulfill."

The mountain spirit retorted defiantly, "What destiny! I decide my own path, don't bother me!"

After saying that, an unexpected stab struck, the laurel wreath piercing deep into the monk's heart, drops of blood falling and staining the dust.

Despite suffering this fatal blow, the monk with deer antlers shone with holy light, which then dissipated in specks: "Hundred peaks and rugged cliffs, you must walk step by step to the place of destiny, where I will wait for you."

The mountain spirit burst into maniacal laughter: "Old Baldy Deer, I've killed you again! If you bother me again, I'll kill you again! Hahahaha!"

Holding the Dingguang Solo, the Deer Antler Monk, though he had left Xiaoshan, did not return to the Palace of Destiny, but instead stepped towards the Sea of ​​Sword Debate.

At this moment, in the Sword Debate Sea, Ji Xiashang is reading the sword manuals submitted by some of the contestants.

He will review these sword manuals once, then make three copies, which will be handed over to the three judges when the competition officially begins.

Pan stood by the window, gazing at the bright mountain moon.

The moonlight over the Sword Sea is naturally inferior to that of the Heavenly Frontier. For some reason, the Shepherd God deeply misses the moon, the wind, and the wine of the Heavenly Frontier at this moment.

Are Lao Gui and the others alright?

Suddenly, a strange spiritual energy surged in the air.

Although the Shepherd God's true form is human, he has received the power of faith from the people of the Heavenly Frontier and obtained the Purple Ganoderma King's Qi. His body has actually become spiritualized, making him particularly sensitive to spiritual energy.

"Ji Xia Shang, something special has entered the Sword Debate Sea."

"Ok?"

Ji Xiashang rushed to the window, glanced around, but saw no movement.

"They went towards the lake, let's follow them."

Like Tiandu, Lunjianhai also has a lake. However, unlike the West Sea, this lake is not a clear blue, but rather glows with a blood-red light all year round.

According to Huan Zhengxiu, this lake is filled with swords: broken swords, damaged swords, discarded swords, abandoned swords... Because there are so many swords, a huge amount of resentment from them has been generated.

The resentment caused the bloodstains left on these swords to dissolve into the water, turning this lake into a sea of ​​blood.

Pan brought Jixia Shang to the lakeside.

The lake water rippled gently as usual, its blood-red color unchanged, its depths unfathomable.

"That spiritual energy entered the water."

"We have explored all the areas of the Sword Sea, but we have never been to this part of the Sword Sea. Why don't you let me explore it now?"

The god of shepherd stopped Ji Xia Shang: "Spiritual energy is even harder to find in water, so let me go down."

"Please be careful, shepherd."

Pan nodded, then leaped into the lake, parting the waves with his hands, and slowly moved towards the location of the spiritual energy.