Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The worst fears came true. When the monks of the Three Dhyana Heaven raised the Four Noble Truths and the Eight Seals again, they could not stop the raging torrent. All they could see was the raging water sweeping over everyone's heads and rushing straight into the Devouring Life Evil Mouth.

The torrent roars, threatening to engulf the world.

Beneath the Bodhi tree at the Gate of Fate, Su Henian and Yu Zhixiang gaze at this despairing scene from their reflections in the mirror.

"Buddha friend, Rahu has caused trouble! Rahu has caused trouble!"

"not necessarily."

"Without the Buddhist power absorbed by the three Love Trees, no one can stop the flow of the Ghost River."

Just as the Buddha was filled with worry, Rahu suddenly raised his hand, and Ketu lay across his chest, uttering a sentence that puzzled both him and Yu Zhixiang—

"I once heard a story about a wise man who controlled the waters: blocking is not as good as dredging, and dredging is not as good as diverting. Why not give it a try today?"

The ancient mirror suddenly shone with brilliant light, and a blood-red blade of energy slashed through the sky, its sharpness reaching thousands of miles, and cleanly struck the Ghost River.

The Heaven-Shattering Star-Slaying Technique!

Boom! Boom!

"This is?"

"Rahu cleaved through the Guiji River, and Ketu, imbued with the power of the five chaotic energies, forced all the evil waters of the myriad ghosts to flow into the Earth's core along the cleaved fissure."

“Deep within the earth… I never imagined that Rahu would be so decisive.”

Su Henian and Yu Zhixiang knew what lay deep within the earth's core. Regardless, the matter of the Yama Ghost Prison was now over.

Chapter 461 Long Day's Breath: There's No One in the Martial World, You're One

At the same time that Liao Tian encountered danger in Lingzhou of the North Sea and Wu Jun pacified the Yama Ghost Prison, Yue Xunyuan followed the old monk Jian Chan Mi Xin to the isolated fortress in the remote borderland.

A vast snowfield, a desolate and cold road.

An old monk and a young boy traveled over mountains and rivers to reach this place.

"Master, is this demon you speak of truly more terrifying than the schemers of the Northern Sea Spirit Continent?"

"Young Master Yue, the person I'm taking you to see is named Chang Ri Kunwu, a top-tier swordsman who once used his own sword embryo to give birth to the divine sword Zhanya."

"Sword Embryo? What is its relationship with the Sword Clan?"

After Chao Yizhu and his wife fought against several blind swordsmen on the Qushan Stone Path, Tiandu began to pay attention to the Tianshan Sword Clan. Upon hearing about the Sword Embryo, Yue Xunyuan's heart stirred and he couldn't help but ask.

"Young Master Yue is indeed quick-witted. Chang Ri Kunwu is from the Tianshan Sword Clan. This clan is born skilled in swordsmanship, and a few of them can fuse a sword into their bodies at birth, and are also known as sword embryos."

"Is Changri Kunwu the most outstanding swordsman among them?"

The old monk sighed and said, "He was the original and purest sword embryo, his swordsmanship was divine, unparalleled in the world."

Le Xunyuan was puzzled: "How could a pure swordsman become the demon that the master speaks of?"

"It was obsession, an obsession with the sword, that led Changri Kunwu to leave Tianshan, leave the Sword Clan, and attempt to defeat all the swordsmen in the world."

"I do think it is not incomprehensible for a swordsman to pursue the highest way of the sword."

"However, not long after, he encountered his strongest enemy in life, who was also his lifelong confidant."

"Huh? Who is it?"

The old monk sighed again, and instead of answering Yue Xunyuan, he said, "In the so-called way of the sword, how can there be a distinction between high and low? It is often people who can distinguish between high and low."

The majestic mountains stretch for thousands of miles, yet there is a natural chasm that exudes a cold and powerful sword intent, cutting the mountains in half.

Deep within the snow-covered chasm, on a stone platform, stands a long sword adorned with gold patterns. The hilt is carved with a dragon, and the power of lightning can be faintly seen flowing within.

Not far from the sword sat an old man with white hair that dragged on the ground and a withered appearance. Although his face was extremely old, he exuded a strong sword intent that was captivating.

Swords and knives.

What was imprisoned was a sword, an exceptionally fine sword.

The prisoner was also a human being, someone who couldn't comprehend the way of the sword, and even lost his heart.

The sound of their footsteps broke the silence of the place. The old man raised his head, and his indifferent eyes suddenly changed.

"It's you?"

Jian Chan Mi Xin put his palms together and said, "It's been a long time, Sword Sect."

"Cough cough... Zhanya, the person I'm waiting for isn't you."

Who are you waiting for?

"Cough cough cough... A person who can draw out the god."

A hint of ferocity flashed in Chang Rikunwu's eyes, then he turned his gaze to the sword on the stone platform.

The coldness in their eyes and the chilling light of their swords made Le Xunyuan tremble with fear. The oppressive aura they exuded was truly terrifying, giving Le Xunyuan a faint feeling that death was approaching.

He composed himself and carefully observed the gods.

Sword Zen Seeking Heart interrupted Yue Xunyuan's eagerness: "Young Master Yue, the name of the god was left by the sword master and sword-making master Xuanlong Lingjueding. If you want to draw it out, you must first unlock Lingjueding's three forms and one realm."

What is the "Three Styles in One Realm"?

Yue Xunyuan was not a swordsman, and even with his exceptional talent, it was still somewhat difficult for him to understand.

"This is a story from long ago... I have been entrusted to tell this story."

Before Le Xunyuan could ask any further questions, Jian Chan Mi Xin lifted his monk's robe and sat down facing the long sun.

"Did he send you?"

Whether out of special leniency towards this old acquaintance or a desire to hear the old monk's story, Changri Kunwu, who was filled with murderous intent, did not make a move, but merely snorted coldly.

Jian Chan Mi Xin bowed his head and clasped his hands together, then began to speak slowly and deliberately: "Back then, you wandered the martial world, challenging all the swordsmen under heaven. At an unknown noodle stall, you met Ling Jueding and instantly became friends. However, he refused your challenge and instead forged a famous god for you..."

The two had a very pleasant conversation, eating noodles at a roadside inn, drinking at Jianquan, and then having a long talk at Jianlu, spending three thousand miles together in one night.

However, Ling Jueding believed that Changri Kunwu's swordsmanship was flawed; although they were on the same path, they were not on the same road.

To this end, Ling Jueding created the God of Names and left behind his own three styles and one realm. If Changri Kunwu can pull out the God of Names, he can accept his challenge.

It receives the sound of thunder, transforms yin into yang, and has no name, so it is called the Name God.

Ling Jueding believed that as long as one picked up his sword, one could surpass the limits of a swordsman.

Unable to pull out the spirit after a long day of struggle, Kunwu, in his depression, severed both of his hands.

Not long after, the monk Zhuxin from the Mahayana Lingyun Temple brought iron saliva to help Changri Kunwu reconnect his tendons and veins.

Unexpectedly, Yama Ghost Prison attacked the Mahayana Lingyun Temple at this time. Entrusted by the Venerable Buddha, Changri Kunwu fought against Tyrant Xiao, the lord of Ghost Prison. It was in this battle that Changri Kunwu's own sword broke off at the cliff, and he was also pierced through the body by Ghost Xiao's blade.

To protect Zhanya, Changri Kunwu inserted the broken sword into the heart of the monk Zhuxin, causing the sword spirit to merge with the monk, which is now known as Jianchan Mixin.

Afterwards, Changri Kunwu, dragging his wounds, rushed to Jianlu, but did not see Lingjue Peak, which should have been there.

In desperation, Changri Kunwu once again tried to pull out the name god, but he was no match for the three styles of the first realm. Instead, the ghost energy was intensified, and his body and spirit were eroded. He could no longer escape the sword prison.

"The Iron Embryo Saliva that healed your injuries back then was a gift from Ling Jueding."

"The kindness of providing medicine is not as great as the resentment of breaking the agreement!"

"Many years later, when I saw Ling Jueding again, I learned that he had been tricked by his disciple in order to obtain the Kanli Twin Irons and had fallen into the Creation Heart Prison, from which he could not escape."

"Kanli Twin Irons?"

Chang Ri Kunwu frowned. When the divine iron appeared in the world, he, as a sword embryo, sensed it and sent his disciple, Geng, and his party to Zhangjian Peak to retrieve the two irons.

The group returned empty-handed, bringing back only three words from Ling Jue Ding: "We'll be waiting for you."

It was these three words that made Chang Rikunwu never forget their duel.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough!"

Whether from excitement or resentment, Chang Rikunwu coughed violently.

Le Xunyuan grasped the crux of the problem and interjected, "That Senior Ling Jueding met with misfortune, what happened to him afterward?"

The old monk's face remained calm.

"Life or death is uncertain; we must await the outcome."

"What does it mean?"

"Three people, three methods; this old monk has come in accordance with the will of Heaven."

“Master, neither Xun Yuan nor this senior from the Sword Sect are Buddhists. Your words are too profound. Could you please speak frankly?”

"The three people entrusted by Ling Jueding are all swordsmen of the Perfect Sword Sect."

Le Xunyuan glanced at the impending eruption of Changri Kunwu and asked helplessly, "What are the Three Laws?"

This time, the answer he received was not from Jian Chan Seeking the Heart, but from Chang Ri Kunwu himself.

"Exploration, humility, and certain victory, cough cough cough! I understand. I use this journey to reflect on myself, and I use the Buddha to understand the equality of all beings."

"As for this old monk, he is without intention."

Chapter 462 One Style, Three Realms; One Realm, Three Styles

Swords and knives.

After hearing the story, Yue Xunyuan fell silent.

Who exactly is Ling Jueding?

Is he still alive?

What happened when he was framed by his disciples at Zhangjian Peak and fell into the Prison of Creation?

After a long while, Chang Rikun raised his head, his fierceness lessening considerably. He raised a withered finger and pointed at Le Xunyuan.

"Come and try."

"Me? Le Yuan only learned swordsmanship from his master, he doesn't know how to use a sword."

"Cough cough cough! Boy, I see that you are surrounded by dragon aura, you are definitely not a short-lived ghost... Cough cough, the so-called distinction between swords and sabers is just the ignorance of mediocre people. In the eyes of the masters, if you master one weapon, you will master all weapons."

"this?"

Le Xunyuan was not a reckless person, but he was still young at heart and a disciple of Wu Jun. He was unwilling to tarnish his master's reputation, and he was quite moved when he heard Chang Ri Kunwu say this.