Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Su Huanzhen continued, "Not long ago, the Xuanbing Barrier was broken. Perhaps it was man-made, or perhaps it was fate. Now, the remnants of Youdu have reappeared."

"Fight back!"

"Those who fall into the realm of suffering, none will be spared!"

Even Su Huanzhen, who rarely showed his emotions, was moved at this moment: "The Demon Flow Sword Wind Trace is trapped in Youdu. Our first task is to rescue him."

"Wind's Trace? How could this be?"

"Issue the Ghost-Summoning Order!"

The Ghost-Slaying Order is a token issued by the Immovable City of Demon Devouring. Anyone who receives the Ghost-Slaying Order will be executed by the Immovable City within ten days and become a soul of the Immovable City.

"action."

Soon, news spread throughout the martial arts world that Demon Devouring Immovable City had issued a Ghost-Slaying Order to Youdu Wanmo Jingzuo, Confucian Ying Wuqian, and Taoist Chongyu Zhi.

A crow spirit came to report: "Martial Lord, I have received news that Ye Xiaochai was killed in the battle with Ying Wuqian. How is this possible?"

"Battle is inherently unpredictable."

"Are we going to take action?"

"The Demon Devouring Immovable City has its own arrangements, and it is not appropriate for the Heavenly Capital to interfere."

The perilous realm is in turmoil once again, and the distant alien world is equally fraught with danger.

The Mud Goddess's Dark Realm is perpetually shrouded in darkness, only a hazy mist sheltering the souls of the dead. Xuanming Shi rode a monstrous beast.

This strangely shaped monster is called the Life and Death Spirit Carrier, which is equivalent to a carriage in the Bitter Realm. It sped along and finally stopped at station number seventy-seven.

Watching the monster disappear into the distance, Xuanming fell into deep thought. The flow of time in the Mud Goddess Dark Realm was different from that in the Bitter Realm, so he had no way of knowing how long he had been there.

During this time, he had already figured out the general situation of the Mudwave Dark Realm:

This realm consists of six major districts, which are connected by three stations of the Yin-Yang Post Station, with the Life and Death Spirit Carrier responsible for transporting the souls between them.

Station 77 leads to the Ice and Charcoal Purgatory, Station 4 leads to the Blood Wheel Purgatory, Station 9 leads to the Animal Path, and there are no stations at the Seven Soul Mound and the Secondary Soul Path.

Those dead souls who refuse to escape the cycle of reincarnation often avoid the post stations and wander alone in the wasteland.

Xuanming was not entirely sure about the fate of the wandering souls, but he was certain that Zoushan Qiyi was one of them.

The Qi Yi Soul Stone that Duan Junheng gave him still had a faint aura, proving that her soul was still in the Mud Realm Dark Realm. Unfortunately, the Soul Stone could only point Xuanming Clan in a general direction.

Another piece of information that Xuanming learned was the system of one king, two judges, and four marquises in the Mud Goddess Dark Realm.

The Dark Spirit King Yanmo resides at the Mirror of Karma and has not appeared for many years.

The two judges are in charge of judging the laws, distinguishing between good and evil spirits, determining their levels, and then sending them to be reborn in the four continents. Those spirits who have committed the most heinous crimes first serve their sentences in the various hells, and after their sentences are served, they are reborn in barbarian lands.

The four marquises were responsible for guarding the various hells and carrying out punishments on evil spirits.

Xuanming took a step forward. This barren land belonged to the Ice and Charcoal Hell, and the soul stone in his arms was slightly warm.

Suddenly, a strange light enveloped Xuanming, and then a bizarre evil force pulled on his feet, dragging him into the earth.

"Hooho~"

"A fresh soul has arrived!"

Several black bones protruded from the earth's strata, tightly gripping Xuanming.

Just when things were at their most critical, a loud shout rang out: "You beast, step back!"

Then, golden light rained down, and incense filled the air. A monk with a long pestle in his hand and deer antlers on his head walked over. Wherever the Buddha's light shone, the evil power vanished, and the black bones crumbled.

"Thank you, Master. How did you come to be in the Dark Realm of Mud?"

"If I don't go to hell, who will? Lonely souls, walk with me."

(That's all for today. I'll take a day off tomorrow to brainstorm for the next volume, starting directly with Gu Yuan.)

Chapter 315 The Monster CEO Forced Me to Marry Him, I Turned the Tables and Killed Him

Beyond the western sea, a bright moon shines on the ten-mile-long pavilion.

Zonghengzi did not know why he came to Tiandu, or why he lingered outside Tiandu.

Yesterday, Su Huanzhen suddenly found Zongheng Peak and asked him for the map of the beginning of the absurdity, also bringing news that the demon had returned to the human world.

The demon who made him lose Rin has miraculously come back to life.

Zonghengzi wanted to kill the demon at all costs, but he knew he was not strong enough and that going there rashly would only be suicide.

Pain, guilt, regret—a myriad of emotions drove Zonghengzi to Tiandu, only to stop at Xihai.

"Everything comes at a price. If I seek help from Rahu, what will he ask of me? No, what else do I have to give up?"

Before he became famous, Zonghengzi had lost 10,000 games, but each loss was for the sake of winning the next game.

Playing chess, playing against people, failing, surpassing, until achieving the reputation of being a chess demon.

In his life, there were two defeats that chilled him to the bone: one against Luo Hou, and the other against that demon long ago...

Zonghengzi was immersed in painful memories.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Chess player, you've arrived at the capital, why don't you enter?"

"It's you?"

With a whoosh, the Rainbow Bridge of the West Sea broke through the waves, as if inviting the strategist to enter the city.

"Thank you, Lord Wu."

Zonghengzi climbed the Rainbow Bridge and quickly reached the other side, where Jixiashang came to greet him.

"Wu Jun is waiting for the teacher in the study."

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Mr. Ji."

"No, please."

In Luo Hou's study, the most eye-catching thing was the huge sand table. With a glance, Zong Hengzi noticed that a whale was floating above the sand table, with several human figures stuck on the whale.

The leader had a peculiar appearance, with white hair and a long beard, and several red candles stuck on his head.

After brewing the tea, Ji Xiashang excused himself and left.

Luo Hou asked, "Have you come for the game of chess?"

Zonghengzi gave a bitter laugh: "Ha, those who abandon their pieces have long since lost the right to play the game."

"What happened?"

"Perhaps I'm here just to tell the story of a loser."

"I happen to be free tonight."

Luo Hou poured Zong Hengzi a cup of tea, then leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and attentive.

Zonghengzi picked up his teacup, and through the faint steam, he seemed to be transported back to a game of chess from long ago.

"That day, I was passing through a wilderness when I discovered a giant blue fox hiding in the weeds..."

The fox, which he had never seen before, piqued Zonghengzi's curiosity. He followed it down and eventually entered a hollow in an ancient tree.

When the light returned, an incredible sight unfolded before him: the tree hollow was filled with gold and silver treasures, divine weapons, and martial arts manuals. Zonghengzi was certain that most of the items inside were of astonishing value.

Just then, the blue fox transformed into a wisp of smoke, and then, a colossal beast that was neither demon nor evil, neither ghost nor god, came into Zonghengzi's view in horror.

The behemoth spoke in human language: "You are the first human I have ever seen who did not kneel down."

Zonghengzi said frankly, "I just find it funny that I would encounter something like this."

“You feel that all of this is too bizarre, so you feel that the treasures and the Ang at the scene are unreal.”

"Let's just consider it a serendipitous encounter for the strategist."

The giant beast was naked, its fat, greasy flesh exposed, and three sharp horns grew from its bald head.

Zonghengzi noticed that the giant beast kept scratching itself with its fingers. It only had three fingers, and each finger had a blue nail plate on it. The nail plates were shimmering and dazzling, making people's hearts flutter.

Zong Hengzi's expression caught the giant beast's eye, and it suddenly asked, "You have a biological sister, don't you?"

"How did you find out?"

"For you are a blessed person, and from this moment on you will be even more blessed."

"Your words have a hidden meaning, but may I ask your name?"

“Ang, the father of illusion, you are good at bestowing blessings upon people and also good at eliminating calamities. Are you not tempted by all of this before you?”

"I find joy in chess and strive to improve through playing. More than treasures, I prefer an opponent who helps me progress."

"An opponent? How about we play chess?"

Zonghengzi was surprised; he didn't believe that a giant beast could truly understand the complex art of chess used by humans.

“Ang likes to challenge himself with things he doesn’t understand, but challenges that don’t really matter are too unexciting. How about we place a bet?”

"What do you want to bet on?"

"Don't worry, Ang won't take your life. If Ang loses, Ang will give you a piece of the Illusion Armor on his finger."

Zong Hengzi couldn't explain why he was interested in the Phantom Armor, so he asked, "What can your Phantom Armor do?"

The behemoth held its finger up to Zong Hengzi's eyes and said proudly, "Each piece of the Illusion Armor can be forged into a unique and unparalleled arrowhead."

“A good idea, but Zonghengzi doesn’t want to win unfairly.”

"Even if you lose, you'll have twelve chances. It's a bet, are you brave enough?"

The two chose to play Go.

The father of illusion walked right into the trap, and the strategist naturally showed no mercy, winning twelve games in a row.

At this point, Zonghengzi paused and silently sipped his tea.

Luo Hou did not disturb him, but simply took the teacup that had gone cold from Zong Hengzi's hand, brewed a fresh cup of tea, and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Lord Wu."

I think you've met a liar.

"Rather than calling it a fraud, I would say I was too greedy."