Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Exploring the Dragon's Lair?"

Upon hearing this name, Kuahuan felt an unbearable headache. In his hazy memory, he saw a cheerful and leisurely person carrying a compass and ruler, traveling all over the country to find auspicious burial sites.

"How about it? Want to know about your life?"

Kua Huan composed himself and asked, "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything, just drink!"

With a soft shout, the Ghost Qilin Master sent out a beam of spiritual light from the White Bone Fan, which entered Kuahuan's body. The strange magic left in Kuahuan's body long ago was instantly dispelled, and the power of the Elf Triangle completely dissipated.

“O... I... Ah!”

Amidst the agonizing screams, memories flooded back, and the Father of Illusion transformed back into Haoxing Tanlong, but those memories belonging to the Father of Illusion remained.

Back then, he was enlightened by the white-haired immortal and went to the Elf World to conclude a peace treaty with the Divine Radiance Lord. Unexpectedly, he killed Ni Shenyang on the battlefield of Bifang Mountain.

He then arrived at the Beast King's Tomb, where he was ambushed and had an elven triangle implanted in his head.

"Since you were able to dispel the elven triangle spell within me, what is your relationship with the person who ambushed me at the Beast King's Tomb?"

"It doesn't matter, I saved you because you are the best among men."

"The best among men?"

"Human disasters are frequent, the martial arts world needs you to save it. You are the best among men, I look forward to your performance, hahahahaha!"

Ghost Qilin Lord laughed and left, casually breaking the spirit-trapping formation left by Rong Bainian.

Hao Xing Tan Long didn't believe Gui Qi Zhu's words, but he was too confused at the moment, and many things needed to be clarified.

Ahead lies the Eight-Sided Exquisite Pavilion, the place he originally gifted to Young Master Yuan to host an unprecedented martial arts contest. Perhaps we should go there first to sort things out.

Haoxing Tanlong emerged from the wonders of the mountains and seas, recalling everything he had done as Kuahuan, and couldn't help but feel remorse. So he raised a palm and destroyed the entire exquisite city.

Dust and smoke filled the air, the world changed color, and everything was buried behind us.

Just as the Thirteenth Diviner of the Taiqiong appeared in the world, Yi Ye Shu, who was meditating on Yun Du Mountain, suddenly felt something. He looked up at the sky and suddenly saw a huge destiny star leaping in the clouds.

"Stars appearing in broad daylight? What's with the mystery?"

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Chapter 347 The countryside is lovely, but why not return?

After breaking the Great Array of the Dharani, Yi Ye Shu's physical body, refined by the power of evil darkness, has reached the Great Perfection stage.

Although he held a nominal position in the Immovable City, Su Huanzhen never allowed him to fight. After the Immovable City was disbanded, Yi Ye Shu went into hiding.

Stars appear in broad daylight, their light dazzling.

Yi Ye Shu stared at the star for a moment, wondering who it belonged to and what it concerned, before closing his eyes and entering meditation.

Suddenly, clouds and mist surged, beacon fires lit up the way, and the entire Yundu Mountain was stained with an eerie blood red.

Amidst the overwhelming killing intent, a man with a sword stuck in his chest appeared out of thin air and rushed wildly toward the lotus platform.

"Killing intent, huh?"

One Page Book opened its eyes again.

The man pulled the sword from his chest, and a blood-red, malevolent aura surged forth.

"Who are you?"

The swordsman did not utter a word, yet wherever his sword touched, only scorched earth remained, not a blade of grass survived.

The sword exuded both holy and evil auras, a fusion of good and evil that surprised Yi Ye Shu. He flicked his whisk and swung his palm to meet the sword light.

After a few probing moves, Yi Ye Shu could tell that his opponent was exceptionally skilled in swordsmanship and that the sword he used possessed immense divine power, but the man seemed to be mentally unstable.

"kill!"

The swordsman's frenzied demeanor, sharp swordsmanship, and intimidating killing intent created a strong sense of oppression, causing Yi Ye Shu to frown slightly.

"The controllers are truly hateful; the Buddha's words are shackles!"

Holy light shone everywhere, and Buddhist energy filled the air. Cloud Crossing Mountain was instantly covered with the Sanskrit characters of Prajna. Buddhist words pressed down and transformed into solemn shackles, tightly binding the swordsman.

Immediately, Buddhist energy entered through the wound on the swordsman's chest, cleansing the evil energy within his body.

"what!"

The swordsman cried out in pain, but then his holy sword spun around, revealing a dazzling white light. Within the white light, a spatial rift appeared, pulling the swordsman into it.

After the smoke cleared and the dust settled, only ruins remained.

Yi Ye Shu examined the clump of evil power left behind by the swordsman's chest. Although it was small, it carried a strong stench of blood.

"It's the power of blood darkness. It seems someone wants Brahma to enter the world."

Run, run, run, rushing all the way.

The swordsman, defeated by Yi Ye Shu, rushed towards the desolate Qinglao Mountain Realm deep in his memory, until all he saw was a scene of utter desolation.

A cold wind blows, withered branches and decaying grass, and a few skeletons.

He knelt amidst the ruins, faintly hearing the cries of children and a voice that terrified him:

"Give me back my sword!"

Give me back my sword!

"Woooooooo..."

"Don't cry! Don't cry!"

"what!"

"Huo'er, forgive me, forgive me, Father didn't mean it!"

The chaotic sounds gradually consumed the swordsman's mind. The fragments of memory in his mind were the only clues to piece together his story, but they felt like a slow, agonizing execution.

Fragments are horns, memories are knives; each piece is etched into the bone, dripping blood, cutting into the marrow of the heart.

Unable to endure it any longer, the swordsman raised his sword and plunged it into his chest again. The pain subsided, the memories vanished, and everything returned to blankness...

Not long after the swordsman left, Mo Qingchi arrived at the Qinglao Mountain Realm, where the desolate landscape was deserted.

"It seems that the Qinglao Mountain has been uninhabited for a long time, but the footprints here seem to have been left recently. Could it be the Single-Edged Sinner?"

The five days given by the Confucian school have expired. If the guilty party cannot be brought back, they will be unable to clear their name.

Mo Qingchi followed the footprints.

Compared to the Qinglao Mountain Realm, the situation of the Shouyu lineage was even more desolate. Before leaving, Luo Hou struck with a palm, which collapsed the seven peaks of the Northern Heaven, and many elves were trapped in the rocks.

Huang Yang and Geng Ri led the uninjured elves to rescue people overnight.

Ni Shenyang sat motionless among the rocks, from the darkness of night until dawn.

It's finally dawn.

A tiny elf tiptoed to Ni Shenyang's side and called out somewhat fearfully, "Yang Shen?"

"Horned One, what is it?"

The devastating loss of his clansmen, coupled with damage to his Qi Sea, caused this proud Lord of Hunting Universe to no longer live up to his former arrogance.

He lay half-reclined amidst the pile of rocks, appearing exceptionally somber.

“God of the Sun, you created and saved the life of the Horned One. I should not disobey you, but I have something to say to you, God of the Sun.”

"Ok?"

Jiao Su'er mustered her courage and said, "Although I am a hostage in Tiandu, Wu Jun has not restricted my freedom. During my time in Tiandu, I have felt that Wu Jun is a very good person, and the people in Tiandu are also very good people."

"Horned Star!"

"Jiao Su'er doesn't understand why Yang Shen slaughtered both humans and demons, but I've heard that Wu Jun once protected the Hundred Demon Road of Qiushan and conquered the Ten Thousand Demon Prison Sea, providing a place for all demons to live. I believe that the elves and the heavens can also live in peace."

Ni Shenyang's anger surged: "You're speaking for your enemy!"

Horned Sparrow stubbornly raised its head: "It was us, Shouyu, who first slaughtered the humans! The humans retaliated against the elves, and the elves retaliated against the humans. God Yang, the number of elves is not as many as the number of humans. If the fighting continues, we elves will soon be wiped out."

"Did Luo Hou teach you to say these words?"

"No, it was the young prince of the Black Sea Forest Prison, Suiyu, who told me. He and I have become friends."

"You speak for humanity, yet you've become friends with the devil, ha..."

Ni Shenyang wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

"Suiyu said that a true king is one who lets his people live well. Suiyu's grandfather and father both made their people fight, and the demons of the Black Sea Forest Prison are almost wiped out. Yangshen, if the fighting continues, the elves will also be wiped out!"

Staring at Jiao Su'er, who was trembling all over, whether from excitement or fear, Ni Shenyang felt a sharp blow to his heart.

Although Ni Shenyang didn't want to admit it, he knew that Jiao Su'er was right. There were not as many elves as humans, and the result of the continuous war was that the elven race would completely disappear from this world.

There was silence for a long time.

Ni Shenyang spoke with difficulty: "Jiao Su'er, thank you for coming to tell me these words. I promise you, Shouyu will no longer wage war against humans."

"Great! I'll go tell my brother!"

Watching Jiao Su'er run off joyfully, Ni Shenyang's heart grew even heavier.

The world of elves is not so united and friendly. Back when the four factions were still fighting outside, the three factions that stayed behind sealed off their territories and did not care about the lives of those outside.

The three beast spirits, Mo Shichen, Huai Gui, and Ye Fei, were trapped in the seal rift because of this.

Ni Shenyang could not forget the death of Yue Lian. Of the seven elven lords, four votes were for Yue Lian's execution. Apart from the two votes from Tian Zhizhu and Zhan Shen Ni, the other two votes came from the three remaining factions.

My hometown is beautiful, but is there a place for me to stay?

The moment of decision has arrived.

"The entire lineage of Shouyu has returned to the world of elves."

"Yang Shen, what are you?"

“If I don’t go back, you can still coexist peacefully with the three remaining factions. If I go back, I’m afraid it will bring war back to the various factions of the elves. I made a mistake once, and I don’t want to make the same mistake again.”

Huang Yang Geng Ri knelt down, choking back tears: "God Yang, we only wish to live and die with you!"

"I am willing to live and die with the God of Sun!"