Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The God of the Dove has transformed into a Mirror Asura, possessing a body full of strange and bizarre techniques combined with sword skills. His mysterious shadows flash and he is invincible.

The wind and snow unleash their killing intent, and demonic energy induces illusions.

The strange formation of birth, aging, sickness, and death inexplicably deprives the opponents within it of their five senses, causing their time to flow erratically, their minds to go mad, and their minds to become trapped in a dreamlike state.

In the dream, life gradually faded away, and a deathly atmosphere permeated the air.

"kill!"

The Mirror Asura moved freely through the formation, each strike deadly and each move a fatal blow.

With his five senses taken away and all opportunities lost, he relied on the Big Dipper in the morning light of the Heavenly Sheath, gathered all his unparalleled sword intent, and bravely faced the battle.

Seeing that Juan Shoutian was fighting fiercely and was not retreating, Si Lingdi seized the opportunity to change the formation, altering the scene in the dream, and a thousand troops roared in.

Billowing smoke rose high, the scorching sun blazed relentlessly, and the weary warriors were trapped on the battlefield. Wherever their swords pointed, blood stained the ground.

The scene of the great battle between the North and South Daozhen was reenacted, causing Juan Shoutian to break out in a cold sweat as he wielded his sword. It was a pain he was reliving, a spiritual torment that was being tortured once again.

Juan Shoutian roared, "I will not be defeated by you, nor will I be defeated by myself!"

With a single sword strike, the head of an enemy flew to Juan Shoutian's eyes; it was the person he knew best and cherished most.

"Nowhere to begin! No, this is an illusion. No matter what lies ahead, no matter how much I must bear, I will never retreat!"

Keep swinging your sword, keep moving forward, keep killing.

Countless Yuan Wuxiang fell before Juan Shoutian, and countless familiar heads flew wildly in the air. The bizarre and endless array constantly stirred up stories from long ago, all for the sake of devouring the swordsman's sanity.

"Five suns ignite the prairie fire, drink!"

On the verge of mental collapse, Juan Shoutian unleashed the Five Yangs to sweep away the enemy, but unexpectedly, at the same time as breaking through the encirclement, the sky was sealed by ice and snow.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Si Lingdi activated the Demon Seal, which immediately shook the earth, and four streams of demonic energy entered Juan Shoutian's body.

Then came another whirling slash that pierced the air, the Mirror-like Asura's grand move striking the body.

Four demonic seals and a deadly blade strike. The swordsman, exhausted from enduring the five elements breaking through his body, was instantly stained crimson. But the swordsman's indomitable spirit kept him standing, fighting desperately for his life.

Seeing his opponent's astonishing perseverance, Jiu Shenlian shouted, "If this person is not eliminated, Senyu will not be at peace! Kill him!"

The four commanders felt threatened and immediately activated their highest demonic seals. Just as Juan Shoutian's life was in danger, a powerful palm strike rushed into the battlefield, and a silvery light shone brightly in the snowy landscape.

"Roaring freely across the eight directions, displaying unparalleled might, accustomed to disappearing without a trace, amidst the vast emptiness, where the wind howls in desolation."

Upon hearing the heroic poem, the Weary Sword Style suddenly changed, the famous sword pointing to the sky, gold and silver intertwining to form an ultimate sword formation.

The Four Seals of the Prison are broken.

"retreat!"

Seeing that the opportunity to kill had passed, Jiu Shenlian led the four seals in a hasty retreat.

Before Juan Shoutian and Yuan Wuxiang could catch up, Mu Zhengrong, who had been watching from the summit for a long time, leaped down and came before them: "I have just returned to Xiongshan. What's going on here?"

Juan Shoutian wiped the crimson from the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "Your home is no longer safe."

"I apologize! Master Xie and Zu Hong of the Dao Ling lineage are on their way. We can discuss the integration of the Dao lineages at that time."

At this moment, Master Xie is instructing Buddha Sword to head towards the Lone Boat.

"If you want to get past that mountain wall, you have to find him. I have to go to a meeting now, so I won't show you the way."

Buddha Sword Fenshuo, having lost his Buddhist certificate, resumed his spiritual practice to the west, but his journey was blocked by a mountain wall.

Buddha Sword carefully observed this mountain that seemed to have appeared out of thin air, completely out of place with its surroundings. He saw the shape of a vicious dragon painted on the mountain wall, and a cold wind was blowing, making it impossible to climb.

"It seems I must break through this mountain wall, break through!"

The Buddha Sword released its true energy, and boundless Buddhist power flowed continuously into the wall, attempting to break through the obstacle in one fell swoop.

In an instant, the wind and clouds shifted, and earth and rocks flew. Despite the extreme impact, the mountain wall remained intact, while the Buddha Sword was forced back several steps.

Buddha Sword tried a few more times and discovered that this mountain wall, though seemingly ordinary, had the ability to store energy; it would absorb weak energy and vibrate when encountering strong energy.

"Go find that person as the Master of Gratitude said."

The crimson sunset paints the world of martial arts with a rosy hue.

Amidst the dust and waves, amidst the waves, there are people; only a lone boat, unaware of the dust and waves, drifts aimlessly.

People stood quietly on bamboo rafts by the river, watching the sunset, enjoying the river breeze, and munching on a piece of chocolate, feeling an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility.

The arrival of Buddha Sword Fenshuo shattered this tranquility.

“Mr. Shanlong, I am Fojian Fenshuo, and I have a request to make.”

"Buddha Sword Discourse, a renowned monk whose name is like thunder, I never expected to come to Lone Boat One Line, Mountain Dragon Hidden Beauty, I have been disrespectful."

"Please listen to me..."

Shanlong Yinxiu was very generous: "Since it is Buddha Sword who has come in person, and it is to thank Master for his guidance, how can I refuse? Please lead the way."

Buddha Sword, accompanied by Mountain Dragon Hidden Beauty, arrived before the Evil Dragon Wall: "I would be grateful if you could help Buddha Sword overcome this obstacle."

"I am fortunate to have been able to contribute my modest efforts to the master's journey to enlightenment. Please step aside for now."

Shanlong Yinxiu slowly unfastened the copper buckle on his left wrist with his right hand, turned to the side, took a bow stance, and instantly shouted: "One Strike - Break the Heavenly Barrier!"

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the mountain wall cracked in the shape of a divine dragon, and moments later crumbled into fine pebbles, thus overcoming the obstacle.

Buddha Sword exclaimed, "What astonishing power! Your arm is no ordinary thing!"

"I'm just showing off. I don't usually use this hand. After all, tigers like their teeth, cheetahs like their claws, and dragons like to stay at home."

"Sir, you really love to talk."

"Now that the Heavenly Gate has been breached, I will not delay your cultivation journey any longer. Farewell."

Thank you again.

A thousand miles east along the Qingjiang River, where a lone boat lies in a line, atop a cliff where the river is about to flow into the sea stands a pavilion with carved beams and painted rafters. This place is called Zai Shui Yi Fang, and the pavilion is also known as Lingyan Pavilion.

Lingyan Pavilion was as quiet as ever today, with only the owner holding a wine jar, leaning against the pavilion and gazing into the distance.

"The Pavilion of Prince Teng stands high above the riverbank, where the jade pendants and phoenix bells have ceased their songs and dances. Painted beams reflect the morning clouds over the southern shore, while beaded curtains roll up the evening rain over the western mountains. Idle clouds and reflections in the pool drift leisurely by, as seasons change and stars shift, how many autumns have passed? Where is the prince in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River flows emptily beyond the balustrade."

After finishing the jar of wine, the host, slightly drunk, went into the attic.

The furnishings inside the building were exquisite, and it was clear that every piece of furniture had an extraordinary origin. Incense burners emitted warm fragrance, and red silk curtains were layered upon layered.

The master lifted the gauze curtain, and sitting upright on the bed was a woman of unparalleled beauty.

The woman sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, seemingly in deep meditation, yet her beauty, graceful figure, and otherworldly charm remained undiminished.

"Do you know? Drinking alone is the most boring thing in the world. When will you wake up and join me in this enjoyable time?"

The master stretched out his finger and lovingly ran it across the woman's face, but unfortunately the woman was oblivious, letting him gently caress her face.

If it weren't for the woman maintaining a normal body temperature and a faint heartbeat, he would have strongly suspected that the woman he had picked up was dead.

In a battle hundreds of years ago, he lost control again and killed thousands of attackers with the Fuxi Divine Heaven Echo. When he regained his senses, he found himself in an unfamiliar cave.

There was also a woman in the cave.

He was a ruthless killer, known as "Fuxi of the Qin, Demon Saint of the Strings," and he immediately knew that his love tribulation was about to begin.

His friend Zonghengzi once divined for him that he would face three tribulations in his life, and if he could overcome them safely, he would achieve the Great Dao and ascend to immortality.

"Ha, I have already overcome the tribulation of fame, but the tribulation of demons is unknown. If the tribulation of love is you, what harm is there in me enduring the tribulation every day?"

Chapter 265 The First-Ever Sword Appraisal Conference Opens

The long-awaited Swordsmanship and Blade Review Conference has begun.

This is the first sword duel in the history of the Bitter Realm. The organizers are Tiandu, the most powerful organization in the world, and Lunjianhai, which has a thousand years of experience in organizing competitions.

The judges are Crown Prince Tianzun Huangyin from the Poetic Heavenly City of the Four Realms, Tianhuang Bulao Shao Duxing, one of the Six Divine Blades, and Yinchuan Butterfly Lord, one of the three legendary figures from the Northern Region.

This is the first competition of its kind, and the organizing committee has put in a great deal of effort. Ji Xiashang pondered Wu Jun's intentions for a long time before deciding on the purpose of the sword duel.

Make friends through swords, compete for strength through principles; surpass yourself, break through limits.

All participants were invited through designated channels, taking into account both friendly neighboring states and racial fairness, ultimately selecting eight contestants.

Tian Du representative: Tian Dao Xiao Jian Dun

Representative of the Central Plains Martial Arts World: Chaotic Mad Blade

Time City Representative: The Most Timeful

Representative of the Seven Martial Arts Cultivators: Qi Luosheng

Representative of the Demon Realm: Huangchu Forbidden Pardon

Representative of the Dead Kingdom: Night God

Representative of Donghuang Xuanzhou: Dian Buluan

Western Regions Representative: Xiao Liuguang (Sheng Junshi withdrew from the competition due to his inability to write the sword manual)

The knife duel will be held over three days:

The first day is for voting on the sword manual, the second day is the quarterfinals, the third day is the semifinals and the final.

The selection of sword manuals is divided into public voting and judges' voting. After the selection is completed, one professional award and one public award will be awarded.

On the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, the weather was fine and sunny.

Suitable for: offering sacrifices, praying for blessings, breaking ground, moving, and opening a business.

Taboo: Marriage matching, seeking children, removing mourning clothes, setting up graves, burial.

At exactly 9:00 AM, the gates of the Sword Debate Sea are wide open, welcoming guests from all over the world and welcoming visitors from all directions.

A ten-mile-long red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the hall where the sword manual was displayed. The hall was bustling with thousands of people waiting to enter and vote for their idols.

Qin Jiaxian arrived early with his trousers, happily drinking milk tea and munching on a hamburger.

"Uncle Qin, you betrayed Wu Jun's son, why hasn't anyone in Tiandu held you accountable?"

"Shut up!"

Qin Jiaxian looked around, and when no one seemed to notice him, he lowered his voice and said, "The Black Sin Peacock is dead, and no one knows about it. Now that the Desire Realm and the Reverse Sea Sails are gone, we can live like immortals again."

"But the Black Sea Prison appeared."