Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Grandma, is Atobe dead?"

Jie Hongyan comforted them, saying, "The prophet of the Tree of Immortality once said that Xiao Moyun must go through a death tribulation before he can achieve the Great Dao. You need not be afraid."

The dragon and phoenix guardians died in battle, and Yun Huizi was on the verge of death. Not long ago, everyone was living a carefree life in the clouds, but unexpectedly, they were now like stray dogs.

"This place is not safe to stay for long. There are Confucian scholars looking after Jun Fengtian. I must lead the remaining members of the Immortal Sect to find a safe place to live in seclusion. Otherwise, if the Orochi returns, the Immortal Sect will be in danger."

Zaoxue and Qiushui had long lost their composure and asked hesitantly, "Yun Kui, where is a safe place now?"

"Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to go to Fu'er. Her huge spaceship must have come from Tiandu."

Having made up her mind, Jie Hongyan carried the seriously injured Yun Huizi and the unconscious Weizhi, along with Zao Xue and Qiu Shui, to Tiandu. The remaining dozens of immortal disciples were temporarily settled in this cave.

Looking above the sea of ​​clouds, the Saint Marked One and the Heavenly Evil Kings confronted each other. After the evil god power within the cloud whale clashed with Lin Tianxing's divine emperor aura, it gradually calmed down.

Zhong Tian tilted his head slightly, as if pondering who Xiling Fuxiao was.

“My friend, if you really can’t remember, why don’t you come back to Donghuang Xuanzhou with me?”

"Donghuang Xuanzhou?"

"It is the place where you were born, and it is also the place where you fell."

“Zhao, there is no need for that.”

A hint of sorrow flashed in the Saint's eyes. He asked in a deep voice, "Don't you really want to know where you come from? And where you are going?"

"The direction you are standing in is where Zhao is going. Make way."

"If the Saint Marksman were to yield, how could he face his friend Ezi, how could he face Xiling Dawn who gave up everything for him?"

"Hahahaha, a new game begins! I will make you replace the Confucian scholar and become Zhao's sacrifice."

The Cursed God's scales pressed down, and the immense evil power once again activated the Pangu Cloud Whale, reenacting the battle with the Imperial Confucian.

The Saint Marksman was prepared. He threw the Saint Gate Crystal in his hand into the air, which burst forth with a rich green energy. In the blink of an eye, the life essence of plants from the sky and the earth, and from the vast land, gathered back to the Saint Marksman.

The phantom of a giant tree gradually took shape in the air, its branches extending to form a green forest net that completely covered the cloud whale.

The vines were supple, the branches were strong, and while blocking the cloud whale, they continuously absorbed evil energy and demonic power.

The evil god's eyes sharpened; the powerful and familiar green spiritual energy made him feel slightly disoriented.

Suddenly, a more familiar voice came from the forest.

"Listen to the bells of the quiet night, awaken the dream within a dream; gaze at the moon's reflection in the clear pool, and glimpse the self beyond oneself."

"Does it feel familiar? This is the voice of Ezi's friend, residing in the ear of recording. Wake up, Emperor Shentian Yao!"

The daze lasted only a moment, and soon the heavens returned to their indifferent expressions.

"If you can't remember, then there's no need to think about it anymore. Let's settle this once and for all."

"What a helpless situation!"

Seeing his friend's expression, the Saint was heartbroken. His near-divine power transformed into boundless greenery, seeping into the Cloud Whale's body bit by bit, expelling the evil contamination from the Cloud Whale.

At the same time, the three hearts—Dream Jadeite, Black Peacock, and Divine Jade Seal—appeared one by one, shining brightly between heaven and earth.

“My friend, Shentian, look closely. This is your immaculate heart. I return it to you on behalf of Xiling Fuxiao. Drink!”

The spirits of the three lights and the immaculate heart were instantly resonated with by the sun and moon, and countless seven-colored divine lights descended from the sky, merging into the three hearts.

"Ok?"

The evil power erupted, forming an impenetrable barrier, a heaven beyond heavens, which was powerless to shake it. All three hearts were blocked outside the evil power and could not enter the body of the heavens.

"Good and evil share the same origin, yin and yang reverse, heaven and earth are restarted, and all things return to one!"

The Saint-Scarred One activated his magic, and an even richer green life force surged from the earth, causing extraordinary phenomena to sweep across the entire land.

Two near-divine spirits clashed in a fierce battle above the ancient Defeng Road.

"An ancient evil, the sole calamity of the gods, has utterly destroyed all the heavens. Calamity Explodes!"

The heavens revealed their ultimate technique for the first time. Wherever this ultimate move went, heaven and earth returned to chaos and vanished into nothingness. Only evil energy and holy light intertwined and entangled, just as good and evil, sin and salvation were naturally separated when heaven and earth were first created.

“My friend Ezi, though you are not here, you must be able to sense the scene between me and Shentian. The Saint Mark will not fail you. Drink!”

With a loud shout, the Saintly One unleashed his divine energy to its extreme, forcefully shaking the heart of the King.

The lush green forest turned into a vast expanse of desolation, as if the height of summer was about to turn into autumn, releasing its final, magnificent chapter.

boom!

The earth-shattering explosion resounded across the vast land, shattering the heavens and the nine realms. The torn air formed a colossal hurricane, destroying everything nearby.

The ancient road of Defeng was doomed. Although the Confucian scholars had safely evacuated, the powerful aftershocks instantly tore apart the Confucian buildings, causing dust and sand to rise, turning peaks into valleys, and reducing everything to ruins.

"It's over. A thousand-year-old foundation, destroyed in an instant!"

"What are you saying! As long as we are alive, the Confucian school will stand. Cheer up!"

Lin Tianxing regained his composure and led tens of thousands of Confucian scholars from the Defeng Ancient Path to retreat to the southern branch, Wenfeng Valley.

Looking up, after the Saint Marksman and the Supreme Being of the Heavens exchanged blows, both light and green were shattered, with the Pangu Cloud Whale bearing the brunt and being blown to pieces.

Once everything had calmed down, the Saintly One wiped the crimson from the corner of his mouth and revealed a slight smile.

Just moments ago, when both sides faced life and death, Zhongtian did not unleash his ultimate move. Instead, he seized the opportunity to inject the Three Hearts into Zhongtian's body.

"You ultimately held back against me."

Influenced by the return of the Three Hearts, the minds of the people were filled with thoughts, and lost memories surged like a tide, shocking the lost in wave after wave.

"I?"

"My friend, the path ahead is yours to choose, but whatever you choose, the Stigmata will stand by your side."

Chapter 421 What exactly has been forgotten?

The East China Sea ripples with azure waves, paying no heed to the shattered Xuanzhou, the long-buried past, or the people returning to their homeland.

With his three hearts restored, Emperor Tianyao, accompanied by the Saints, stepped onto the ruins of the former Palace of Light.

After a long period of contemplation, he walked to a corner of the island.

"This place used to be a garden, full of golden bell flowers."

The Stigmata also remembered this scene and followed in his footsteps to that barren land.

“I still remember when I used my phonograph to teach you how to plant flowers. I thought you wouldn’t be able to learn it, but your comprehension exceeded both my and Ezi’s expectations.”

Emperor Yao squatted down and stared blankly at the empty land.

"how was it?"

"I feel as if I've forgotten something?"

The Stigmata agreed with him: "I feel the same way. Could it be that something has been forgotten? Strange, why were you interested in planting flowers back then? I remember that the God of Light had not stepped out of the Palace of Light for a very long time."

"Golden bell flower..."

The Saint-Scarred One waved his hand, and a patch of bright red flowers, resembling bells, appeared on the empty land, extremely lovely.

“My friend, the golden bell flower represents promises and hope, strength and confidence. I didn’t expect you to like this uncommon flower.”

Emperor Yao plucked a flower and examined it carefully in his palm.

"A promise and a hope?"

"The Eight-Headed Evil God is about to wreak havoc on the land. What are your plans?"

"After all, I was saved by the evil god, and he was really good to me."

"so what?"

"I will not be his enemy."

"I guessed it, but...?"

Saint Marksman did not insist. Based on his understanding of Luo Hou's strength, he knew that the righteous path of the Central Plains could win this battle without Emperor Yao's participation.

"Similarly, I will not help the evil god to fight against the Central Plains. In the past, the Eastern Emperor Xuanzhou was torn apart because of me, and the people died because of me. How can I create more killing?"

"You are also a victim. Why don't we work together to find out who is behind this conspiracy?"

Emperor Yao stood up and carefully put the golden bell flower into his bosom.

"My friend, with your abilities, could you help me rebuild Xuanzhou? To bring life back to these seven islands and turn them into habitable homes."

The Stigmata nodded; he already knew about the destruction the Orochi had caused in a section of the sea around Shiliu Island, leaving many island residents homeless.

"Once the Orochi calamity is over, I will help you restore the Eastern Emperor Xuanzhou."

"Thank you."

“You should thank Ezi, for it was he who made a pact with the heavens in exchange for the opportunity for your three hearts to return.”

"My friend Ezi..."

"Don't worry, someone has already foreseen his destiny and will do everything in their power to reverse it for him."

The Stigmata did not reveal the deal between Rahu and him. Rahu helped Ezi break the contract with the Heavenly Universe in exchange for the future assistance of the Stigmata. Although the Stigmata did not know what the future held, he would never allow Ezi to disappear into the world.

At this time, Xia Ru Wuzong had already infiltrated Yifa Tiandu and learned that the Eight Banners Martial Gods were controlled by the Ghost Dragon King Fu Zixi, and were using this to target the Confucian school.

It is said that the mysterious Eight Banners Martial God statues, which were introduced from Japan, can resolve people's hatred and do things that are difficult for them to do.

Luo Pingqiu is torn between love and hatred because of the murder of his father by the chivalrous scholar. He is then subjected to a dark spell by Fu Zixi, which causes him to fall into a nightmare. When he is asleep, he will summon the Eight Banners Martial Gods and go on a killing spree.

The Eight Banners Martial God is as solid as a mountain, armed with the Eight Banners Formation. Even if it is shattered, it can be repaired as before. Moreover, it is shrouded in evil energy and is closely connected with Luo Pingqiu. If the Eight Banners Martial God is broken, Luo Pingqiu will be injured.

Sword energy pierced through the forest, and falling leaves sounded like thunder.

Once Luo Pingqiu regained consciousness, he was protected by Xia Ru and escaped from Yifashangdu. Unexpectedly, Fu Zixi, controlling the Eight Banners Martial Gods, chased after them.

"kill!"

"drink!"

The overwhelming killing intent brought the father and son together in perfect harmony, and they fought and retreated simultaneously.

But the Eight Banners Martial God Palm absorbed the demonic energy, causing Luo Pingqiu's internal energy to flow continuously towards himself.

"Pingqiu! The chivalrous hero has vanished without a trace!"