Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"I'm sorry, the Sun's Fire has been devoured by Rahu, and the secret of the Ancient Sun has been unlocked by the Son of God. The nuclear energy it contained must have been absorbed by him. It is my failure to complete the mission."

Do you know the consequences?

"The loss of the Sun's Fire has left a slight flaw in the God Lord's divine body, and the absorption of the Ancient Sun's Core Energy has given the Son of God god-level cultivation. As long as he obtains the Law of Life and Death, he will become the new God of Death."

Ling Guangjun forced himself to speak, knowing full well that the original God of Death had disobeyed the God of Sun and had been beaten into amnesia by the God of Sun, thus escaping the Six Heavens Realm.

After that, the Sun God sent the Wild God to pursue the Death God, but the Death God faked his death and escaped. Now a new Death God has arrived, which will surely cause chaos in the six heavens again.

"My Lord, there is only one law governing life and death. Why not let them kill each other?"

Where is Rahu?

A murderous glint flashed in Ling Guangjun's eyes: "If Luo Hou insists on being an enemy of the Six Heavens Realm, I will not hesitate to abuse a time-based spell to banish him to the Wasteland of Time."

The wilderness of time, a place without time, a place detached from this world, once exiled, can never return.

The light flowing across the Sun God's face gradually softened, as if he had accepted Ling Guangjun's proposal. He waved his hand and said, "Make amends for your mistakes, go."

As soon as Ling Guangjun left, the Palace of Light dimmed, casting a familiar figure into view.

"The Bitter Realm is pulsating, the Star Power is surging. If this continues, the Bitter Realm will devour all the strange realms in this world. Aren't you going to make a move?"

"Isn't it you, the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor, who suffered the greatest loss? Why should I worry about it?"

"Ha, the Six Heavens Realm is sustained by the life essence of all things, and the Dark Realm is sustained by the dead souls of all things. All things devoured by the Bitter Realm have lost both their life essence and their dead souls. I am not the only one who has suffered losses."

The Sun God pondered for a moment: "That makes sense. Then I will send Zhu Wu with troops to escort him down to the mortal realm."

Zhu Wu is a direct descendant of the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor. Although the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor himself gave up his Heavenly Clan identity, Zhu Wu extremely disliked his father and insisted on staying in the Six Heavens Realm as an ordinary Martial God.

In the projection, the solemn figure of the Abandoned Emperor changed, his eyes revealing a crimson bloodlust, and his fury instantly transmitted from the Dark Gate to the Peak of Light.

You're ruining my mood today!

"No."

The sun god drank the "End of Time" in the cup in one gulp: "You and I created Rahu, naturally to be used."

How do you want to use it?

"The Heartbeat of the Bitter Realm signifies the rebirth of black magic. This time, Rahu will deal with the descendants of the Xuanyuan clan, on the condition that you do not interfere in the affairs of the Orochi."

"What if I intervene?"

The sun god's voice became even more cheerful: "If Zhu Wu knew that the evil god was about to destroy the world, and that it was his father who had created this disaster, what do you think he would do?"

"It turns out that the god of all gods who rules over this world, the great god of light and creation, has actually learned the despicable methods of mankind, or rather, mankind's despicable methods are inherited from your bloodline."

"Abandoned Heavenly Emperor, don't forget that you were also created by me."

The Abandoned Emperor sneered, "You overestimate yourself."

"Don't dwell on it. Don't forget that beyond light and darkness, there is a destiny that neither you nor I can shake."

Just as the Sun God mentioned destiny, a Buddhist chant came from the chaos and landed next to the projection of the Abandoned Emperor.

People, shadows, and sounds come together in one place.

"Amitabha, I am fortunate to have met the Divine Lord and the Heavenly Emperor."

"Are you the Buddha of the Gate of Destiny?"

"Of course."

The Buddha's voice was neither joyful nor sorrowful, neither near nor far, seemingly outside this world, yet also within every cloud and rain.

"The first meeting of the three palaces, how fortunate and joyful!"

The fact that this voice could reach the Palace of Light meant that the Buddha possessed strength comparable to the Sun God and the Forsaken Enemy. Neither of the two main gods showed any malice towards this Lord of Destiny, who was inexplicably born in the Land of Suffering yet possessed boundless power.

The Buddha calmly explained his purpose: "The Gate of Light requires the life force of all things, the Gate of Darkness requires the dead souls of all things, and the Gate of Destiny requires the faith of all things. If you want these three gates to be eternal, then the cycle of reincarnation of all things is the only way."

"Ok?"

"The six paths are established, from birth to death, from death to rebirth, in an endless cycle of reincarnation, thus one can possess an inexhaustible life force and a dead soul."

"Because of the division into six realms, sentient beings need to rely on faith to obtain a better chance of reincarnation. Monk, your design is not bad."

The Abandoned Emperor spoke calmly, his tone ambiguous, neither clearly one of agreement nor sarcasm.

Chapter 371 West Mountain Bid Pavilion, Sword Scholar Orders Master

The Lord of Time City naturally did not know what kind of agreement the three main gods had reached.

On Mount Shuli, the Lord of Time frowned as he gazed at the Bitter Realm beneath his feet. This time, without the aid of the God Lord's eyes, he could feel the pulse of the Bitter Realm.

Thump, thump, thump.

Each sound struck his heart.

No god in the six heavens understands the thoughts of the sun god better than him. The god created this world, and this world also nourishes the god. Creator and created share life and death.

Therefore, God does not allow this world to be out of balance, and all things must grow according to His will.

Now, the God Lord, whose body is flawed, must use Rahu to destroy the increasingly obvious autonomous consciousness of the Bitter Realm, and also retrieve the solar fire that was left in Rahu's body.

The Lord of Time sighed: "Luo Hou is not so easy to talk to. Even Su Huanzhen has never gained an advantage over him."

When Su Huanzhen was alive, he could make some deals with Luo Hou through this middleman. Now that Su Huanzhen has disappeared, going directly to Luo Hou would not only come at a heavy price, but could also expose his secrets.

The Lord of Time was certain that if Luo Hou knew he had the intention of banishing him to the Time Wasteland, he would immediately draw his sword against Ji Du.

If he were to fight head-on, he would definitely be no match for Luo Hou.

If one uses forbidden time techniques, one can naturally win, but one will also be devoured by the laws of time, becoming a permanent wanderer within time.

Expressing loyalty to one's superiors in front of them is one thing, but putting it into practice is quite another.

"What a helpless situation!"

Thump, thump, thump.

The increasingly powerful pulse of the Bitter Realm struck a place of absolute depth and darkness, where a naked human brain floated.

Gradually, the pulsating sound of the Bitter Realm triggered a brainwave response, and ripples spread outwards, as if calling out endlessly.

After a long time, a blue monster with an insect-like face, exposed fangs, and cicada-like wings walked towards the brain and listened to the messages transmitted by the brainwaves.

"Doomsday Project... Creating Heaven... Heroes from Beyond the Universe"

"The soul of an immortal... the body of a god... the spirit of the dead."

“Infinite…Shadow…Transformation…Bardo.”

"Yes."

The monster dragged itself away, muttering something under its breath.

Neither the Six Heavens nor the Dark Realm are far removed from ordinary people.

Even in the midst of suffering, the masses still eat, walk, talk, and do what they are supposed to do.

Inside the ancient virtuous path, Jun Fengtian, Mo Qingchi, and Yu Lijing finally waited for Jian Zhichi to regain his clarity.

Although the God of the Dead Kingdom had completely removed the power of Blood Darkness and evil energy, the long-standing psychological pressure still prevented Jian Zhichi from speaking.

Yu Lijing brought him a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Jian Zhichi picked up his pen and wrote the first sentence: "My name is Zhan Huo, the son of Zhan Nian and Xi Duan Hong, and I live in Qing Lao Mountain."

Upon seeing the name Xi Duanhong, Jun Fengtian and the other two were greatly surprised.

“Our family was originally very happy, but one day my father started acting strangely. He kept telling me to return the sword to him…”

After reading Jian Zhichi's confession, Jun Fengtian and the other two found no clues about the Ghost Qilin Master, and instead felt an indescribable heaviness in their hearts.

"Rest assured and take care of yourself."

The three of them left the inner room and went to the Cuixin Hall to discuss matters.

"Your Excellency, the esteemed Confucian scholar, and the Imperial Censor, what are your opinions on how to handle this matter?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Qingchi said, "Jian Zhichi is a descendant of the Sword Clan. He is born with the potential to become a sword immortal. It would be a waste to imprison him. It would be better to guide him onto the righteous path."

Jun Fengtian nodded slightly: "I've heard that the Sword Scholar is looking for a successor."

"That's what I was thinking. The Qiongxiao Piming Sword is not something an ordinary swordsman can withstand. Perhaps we should give it a try if we can get close to it."

"Let both brothers go."

Yu Lijing revealed a look of joy. As the person in charge, he felt quite sorry for Suiyuan, who committed suicide and died unjustly, Xi Duanhong, who was expelled from the Confucian school after his cultivation was crippled, and Sui Wuduan, who had been a sinner for many years.

Allowing Jian Zhichi to join the Confucian scholar's tutelage is both an act of leniency, compensating Xi Duanhong, and a way to make the best use of talent, thus recruiting new forces for the Confucian school.

“I also have business to attend to at the Xishan Biecaoting Pavilion, so I’ll take the brothers there to see Master Ming.”

"Thank you for your presence, Venerable Master Faru."

Seeing that things were settled here, Mo Qingchi took his leave, saying, "The God of the Dead Kingdom saved my life, and I must go to the Heavenly Capital to express my gratitude. Please take your leave."

"please."

Xishan Biecao Pavilion.

Autumn grasses grow sparsely, mountains are shrouded in mist, and a thatched pavilion sits nestled in a brownish-yellow hill.

Inside the pavilion, an old man with white hair and beard and a face full of wrinkles was drinking wildly from a wine bag. Soon, the wine bag was empty.

The old man shook the wine flask reluctantly, making sure there wasn't a single drop of wine left inside before he stopped.

"It's gone so quickly, it's all gone again."

The old man stood up with a sigh, wanting to go to the village outside the mountains to buy more wine.

Suddenly, his expression changed, his cold and sharp eyes widened and turned pitch black, and then a strange and eerie aura enveloped his entire body.

The wine flask fell to the ground with a thud.

The old man clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain.

"Here we go again...get out!"

Suddenly, the old man pointed his fingers like a sword, let out a loud shout, and the sword energy shot into his own body.

The intent of the Qiongxiao Piming sword entered his body, and the evil energy could not withstand it, collapsing inch by inch.