Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

But after saying that, I felt inexplicably guilty. This power, this blade, seemed to come from the Grim Reaper... Never mind.

"Godfather, I understand."

"Good boy."

Luo Hou took the Lone Star and examined it closely. Sure enough, the power of death within the scythe had disappeared, and it was now just an ordinary weapon.

"Son, you can absorb the power left behind by Death."

Shao Hao asked with great anticipation, "Will I become very powerful this way?"

"of course."

"Can you defeat Master Fengxiu?"

"He is not worthy to be your opponent."

"What about that person?"

"You still need to work harder."

"I understand."

Shao Hao's ability to absorb the power of the God of Death truly surprised Luo Hou, and also delighted him, as the God of Death had left behind a considerable amount of wealth in the Bitter Realm.

Just then, someone outside the capital city requested an audience.

"With a broken body and a lone sword, I drink in the cold wind; today I'll drink wine and get drunk at Huanglong."

Surprisingly, Haha Long didn't add a string of "hahaha" after his poem today.

"come in."

Soon, Drunken Yellow Dragon entered, carrying the Desert Blade Juechen.

"Luo Hou, is Yu Bufan here?"

Upon seeing the blood-soaked Mo Dao Juechen, before Luo Hou could answer, Yu Bufan rushed forward, crying out, "Juechen! Juechen!"

"How could this be?"

"Alas, I miscalculated. Dao Wuji is indeed the Blazing Crimson Scale. The details are as follows..."

Luo Hou sighed inwardly. No wonder there was no "hahaha" at Drunken Yellow Dragon today.

He changed the script, allowing Yu Bufan to escape death, but instead, Mo Dao Juechen died tragically.

"Send the Desert Blade to the Divine Physician Tian Bugu; perhaps there is hope."

Drunkard Huanglong shook his head: "Fourth brother was worried about Yu Bufan's safety. Since Yu Bufan is alright, I will take fourth brother away now."

"Wait a minute."

Luo Sui recalled the power of death within Mo Dao Juechen's body. It was precisely because of this power that Mo Dao Juechen was unable to awaken his powers, resulting in a significant reduction in his strength.

Later, for this very reason, Haha Dragon destroyed himself in the Demon World Pagoda.

Why not let Shao Hao take back the power of death? It would be a win-win situation for everyone.

"Shaohao, try the power of death within Mo Dao's body."

Amidst the bewilderment of the drunken Huanglong, Shaohao walked over, took Mo Dao Juechen's large hand with his small one, and silently circulated his divine energy.

Sure enough, black death energy emanated from Mo Dao Juechen's body and rapidly converged into Shao Hao's hand.

Just like a stream flowing into the sea.

The sea is open to all rivers.

A moment later, the stream ran dry, with no more strength left.

"This is?"

"It's alright, you can take him to get treatment."

Although Zuiyin Huanglong was puzzled, he could not delay any longer. He picked up Mo Dao and flew away in a flash of light.

Tears streamed down Yu Bufan's face as he repeatedly said, "Juechen, you said you would come to find me, you must come to find me..."

Everyone felt sorry for him.

Luo Hou climbed the Twin Towers and remained silent for a long time.

Huang Quan caught up and asked, "How do you know that Mo Dao Juechen possesses the power of the Grim Reaper?"

"Back then, Mo Dao Juechen was born with a deficiency and his life was on the verge of death. His uncle made a deal with the Grim Reaper and obtained the power of the Grim Reaper."

"I never imagined that you would treat someone who killed you, someone who wanted to kill you, this way."

"You are also the one who killed me."

"you!"

Luo Hou killed the conversation.

Chapter 34

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Chapter 35 The Buddha in the Cracks of Time and Space

Seeing Huang Quan about to leave in anger, Luo Hou hurriedly called out, "Come back and let's reason with each other."

"Am I unreasonable?"

"When the Drunken Yellow Dragon killed me, Luo Hou was a tyrant. When Mo Dao Juechen ambushed me, Luo Hou killed many people in the Central Plains. From their perspective, killing me was the right thing to do."

"Humph!"

“You are just as right to kill me. A true man should avenge his family.”

Huang Quan retorted, "You try to reason with them, but I'm afraid they won't reason with you."

Luo Hou stretched out his palm, then clenched it into a fist: "Then I'll beat them until they talk back."

"..."

"It's time to settle Dao Wuji's score. You arrange a meeting with him for me. I'll be waiting for him outside the Demon World Pagoda at midnight three days from now."

"What if he doesn't come?"

“I will go and reason with him myself.”

"I'm tired of all this talk about principles and theories. Just don't die out there. Come back alive."

A distant, otherworldly realm, a mysterious alien world.

Tian Dao Xiao Jian Dun woke up and looked around. It was a desolate wilderness, without a trace of human habitation, only withered trees and endless yellow sand.

On the flat sand, there was a huge dragon-shaped imprint.

A scene that seemed familiar, a totem that seemed familiar.

Xiao Jiandun was surprised by the scene before him: "Where is this place? I feel like I've been here before."

He walked towards one end of the sandy area, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, he arrived at the position of the dragon's head of the totem, where he saw a large round stone standing there.

As if drawn by something, Xiao Jiandun walked toward the boulder.

As he approached the stone, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke its rough surface.

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes changed abruptly, and a series of images rushed towards me:

Poetic heavenly city, prison, fugitive, chase, flying rocks from outer space, space explosion...

"Ah~"

Amidst screams of terror, a colossal emerald-green dragon burst forth from Xiao Jiandun's body, its presence echoing the dragon marks on the plains.

A dragon soars through the heavens and earth, its eyes as blue as jade.

"The Five Dragons of Heaven, with their Azure Eyes and Silver Armor, this is my true origin."

The vanished past, the forgotten hometown, Xiao Jian's heart is filled with turmoil, and he finds it hard to calm down.

Should he return to the Bitter Realm or to the Celestial Realm? This question left Xiao Jiandun quite perplexed.

In the end, the Bitter Realm prevailed, for it had Jieyu and Shuang'er, as well as his brothers.

More importantly, he has not yet avenged the Red Card. If he were to return to the Upper Realm now, Xiao Jiandun would never be able to forgive himself.

He leaped to his feet, gazing at the desolate wasteland, and sensed a faint trace of Buddhist energy emanating from its edge.

Laughing Sword swiftly rushed towards the place where the Buddhist aura was located.

It was a crevice between the wasteland and space, where demonic energy surged in the turbulent currents and hurricanes raged day and night.

In this extremely harsh environment, a Buddhist monk sat with his eyes closed.

The Buddha is dressed in Buddhist robes, with a whisk draped over his shoulder. He has thick eyebrows, handsome eyes, and a dignified appearance. On his head is a distinctive golden relic.

He sat cross-legged in the turbulent waters of the hurricane, remaining unmoved despite the storm's onslaught.

The rumored face greatly shocked Xiao Jiandun, who exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Is it senior?"

The Buddha slowly opened his eyes and asked, "You come from the Realm of Suffering?"

"Yes, junior Tian Dao Xiao Jian Dun."

"I have heard of this name; it is the Heroic Blade among the Six Divine Blades."

"I dare not presume to ask, senior, for your presence here?"