Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

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At this moment, Qian Yuxie stepped into the Black Moon Secret Palace.

The secret hall was extremely dark, with only two shadows sitting cross-legged visible, but the faces of the two elders could not be seen.

“I have seen the prophet on the left and the prophet on the right.”

An aged male voice rang out: "So it's the Prime Minister. What brings you here?"

"Qian Yuxie has found Shensi's whereabouts, but he is unwilling to return to Senyu, so he came here to borrow the Ditian Shrine."

Another equally aged female voice rang out: "Shensi must return to the Forest Prison; this is his destiny!"

"Does the Prime Minister have a decree from the King of Hell?"

Qian Yuxie was taken aback: "I'm sorry, my king has been in seclusion for a long time. This is an expedient measure. I humbly request that the two elders lend it to me."

The male voice replied, "Without the King of Hell's decree, no one may take away the Ditian Shrine."

The female voice continued, "Unless you enter into a blood pact with us and guarantee to return it within seven days."

"What if I don't grasp the divine thought within seven days?"

"You will suffer a backlash from the dark forces."

A contract floated out from the thick fog, its terms written on it.

Qian Yuxie carefully read the contents of the contract, then a drop of blood seeped from her fingertip and landed on the three characters "Qian Yuxie".

The two elders carefully put away the contract, and then a shrine resembling a birdcage floated out from the thick fog. It was made of neither gold nor wood, and had no doors or windows.

"Thank you both, Elders. I'll take my leave now."

"Quickly bring Shensi back and restore Senyu to its original order. The situation is too bad right now."

"Yes."

Qian Yuxie put away the shrine and went to the Great Yellow Earth Mother.

This is the only place left unsearched; perhaps the Great Yellow Earth Mother has a different path.

Suddenly, a tremendous force came from the bottom, pulling the jade fragments down.

Qian Yuxie gathered her true essence, took a quick step, and leaped backward, leaving the territory of the Earth Mother.

"Who is trespassing?"

A white lantern floated by, and behind it, a ghostly figure loomed coldly. The previous action had already startled Ghostly Poetry.

Qian Yuxie hurriedly replied, "I am Qian Yuxie, the Prime Minister of Senyu Kingdom. Because the Yellow Springs Return Line was broken, I have come here on the orders of the Black Queen to collect another piece of Sound Soil."

"The Yellow Mother of the Earth only recognizes the lineage of the Forest Prison Emperor. You are not qualified to have the Sound Soil."

"Excuse me, I shall take my leave."

After leaving the Earth Mother, Qian Yuxie went to deal with the second thing Luo Hou had asked of her: to persuade Ruoye Zhiqiu.

I walked slowly along the way, reminiscing with a sense of melancholy.

Back then, in order to gather information in the Forest Prison, he deliberately befriended the head of the powerful Ruoye family in the Forest Prison, and was introduced to Yama by the head of the Ruoye family.

Not long after, a crucial mechanism designed by the Wakaba family malfunctioned, enraging the King of Hell, who expelled the entire Wakaba family from the register of the gods, forcibly relocated them from the ancient city of Wakaba where they had lived for generations, and demoted them to commoners for eternity.

In this process, the Ye family bloodline was scattered and scattered, and many people were even killed inexplicably.

In order to preserve the direct bloodline, the patriarch exhausted his power and used a strange method to turn Ruoye Ruying back into a child, and entrusted Ruying to Qian Yuxie.

A close friend entrusted his orphan to her on his deathbed, and Qian Yuxie devoted herself to taking care of Ruoye Ruying ever since.

Because of this spirit of mutual support, the three remaining members of the Ruoye family were very grateful to Qian Yuxie, and Ruoye Ningyu even secretly worked for him.

However, the Ruoye family did not know that it was Qian Yuxie who informed Yan Wang in order to gain a higher position. Yan Wang, who had long coveted the Ruoye family, seized the opportunity to take action and wipe out this powerful family in one fell swoop.

Qian Yuxie got her wish and became the prime minister.

The bitter flowers blooming in Yuxinwo are all crimson, each one a testament to the blood and tears of the Ruoye family.

Even with slow steps, we eventually arrived at Wakaba Ancient Castle.

Deep within the ruins, someone is playing a flute.

"Hanshan plays his flute to call spring back, exiled officials look at each other with tears in their eyes. Countless wild geese fly over Dongting Lake all night, not waiting for dawn to fly north."

The flute music stopped and gradually disappeared into the dust and smoke.

On the dilapidated city tower, the disheveled swordsman put down his flute, picked up the carving knife beside him, and slowly began to carve the withered trunk of the bitter barbarian tree.

"If you know autumn is coming, your life shouldn't stay stuck here forever."

"Prime Minister, you have spoken too much today."

"There is a powerful organization in the Bitter Realm that can kill Yama, the King of Hell. If you can make a deal with him..."

"Oh?"

For Wakaba Chiaki, the realm of suffering was a very distant place.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the power to kill Yama, although I do want him dead. Similarly, Black Queen doesn't have the power to kill him either."

"The King of Hell hasn't appeared for hundreds of years; perhaps he's already dead."

"No, he didn't. Ruoye Zhiqiu, if you really want to avenge your clan and restore the former glory of the Ruoye family, go to the Bitter Realm. There, the world is vast and there are many talented people. Moreover, the person I'm talking about is a true hero."

"Heroes? Are there still heroes in this world?"

“To be confined to this abandoned garden and spend the rest of one’s life is by no means what the head of the family desires.”

The carving hand slowly stopped; no matter how much the dead tree was carved, it could never be brought back to its original state.

If Ye Zhi Qiu stood up: "Please prove it to me with your eyes, or I will prove it to you with my knife."

"of course."

Having completed their mission, Qian Yuxie led Ruoye Zhiqiu out of the Black Sea Forest Prison and headed towards Tiandu.

At this moment, within the Gara Palace, several transparent glass panels are enacting different scenes—

Xuanbin sat alone on the throne, lost in thought; Xuanli and Xuanque whispered to each other; Xuanzao idly swung his hammer; and Xuanbao guarded the Gara Palace...

Meanwhile, a pair of sharp eyes on the throne in the hall kept a close watch on Qian Yuxie's movements.

"Prime Minister, what exactly are you looking for? Centuries have passed, and I have seen through everyone's thoughts, but I still don't know what you want. How interesting."

In front of the throne, there was an elegantly shaped long pestle.

The person on the throne reached out and stroked the long pestle, muttering to himself, "Your Mu Tian Jiu Ge has accompanied me for hundreds of years, but my Mo Luo Tian Zhang has vanished without a trace. How laughable."

He leaned back, comfortably half-lying down, everything under his control, everything unfolding according to his own script.

"Three yangs in the sky, six kings opening the heavens, it's almost here, almost here!"

His memories flew back to a distant past, when he first opened his eyes in this world and was greeted by a huge black moon.

Under the dark moon stood a person with black hair and a black robe.

With a wave of his hands, a plain appeared at each end of the black moon; with a single hand raised, an endless pipe appeared above the black moon.

The hurricane rushed down from the top of the pipe.

He was completely enveloped in the hurricane, seemingly feeling it, yet also enjoying it.

After a long while, he turned around and said to himself:

“You look like a human from the Bitter Realm, much better than those inferior products.”

Following his gaze, I saw many strange-looking objects wriggling behind me.

"From now on, you will be the King of Hell of this place, guarding the Black Moon for me and intercepting the energy of the dead in the Bitter Realm."

"Yama?"

He struggled to utter his first words.

"This is the name I have given you."

"who are you?"

"I am the god of destruction, and also the god of creation."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to the batch of inferior goods behind Yama, and instantly black flames ignited, burning all the wriggling objects to ashes.

Then, he waved his hand again, and a rustling sound came from the soil as a new batch of objects emerged.

It still wriggled in a strange way.

"A demon is a demon, what a disappointment! Oh well, it's all going to be destroyed anyway."

The King of Hell did not understand his meaning, yet felt inexplicably afraid.

"The merciful God has granted you the secret art of the Black Moon. You can move the days of the Black Moon, and that is when you will fight for the God. Remember, Naga Black Moon, send me to Naraka, samsara, and I command you."

Yama repeated it.

"Very well, I will now bestow upon you the final blessing of eternal life under the three suns and the ascension of the six kings who opened the heavens."

The god of destruction and creation has departed.

Yama felt very hungry, and an instinct from the depths of his blood made him turn and walk toward the wriggling creatures.

Swallow.

Worshiping the moon.

Countless years passed, and Yama discovered that he possessed immense power.

He kept climbing along the hurricane pipe, and finally one day, he reached the top of the pipe and arrived at the Nile Forest.

Next, he arrived at the realm of suffering described by the god of destruction.

He unintentionally saved a green-haired boy, and the two traveled the world together.

He is becoming more and more like a human being.

But he was not a human being from the realm of suffering.

Yama climbed back to the Black Moon Heaven along the pipe of the Nili Senyu.

This time, there was another person behind him.