Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Ling Jueding became extremely interested in the Heavenly Capital that Le Xunyuan had mentioned, but when he thought that the Heavenly Capital would not appear for hundreds of years, he instantly became disheartened.

Le Xunyuan was sweating profusely, his sweat splattering onto the iron stone in his hand. With the last blow, he finally hammered out a crescent shape.

He looked up and wiped his sweat, encouragingly saying, "Senior, you may not know this, but hundreds of years may be a long time. However, my master is on good terms with the Lord of Time City, and he will definitely find a way to get the Lord of Time City to take us back."

"When, City Lord?"

"A mysterious place that manipulates time."

"Even so, how did your master know you came here?"

"When in doubt, go to Shuli Mountain."

Seeing this, the Lord of Time sneezed, then covered his head and groaned.

"Like teacher, like student. At such a young age, you have ulterior motives!"

"what!"

The most fleeting moments are secretly amusing.

"This is the parallel world I'm trying to make you understand. The stories of Ye Xiaochai and Yue Xunyuan are both happening in reality."

"But you didn't see the ending of Yue Xunyuan's story?"

The Lord of Time's expression turned serious. In this endless time tunnel, he could neither find the evolution of the parallel world where Le Xunyuan was located, nor could he see the ending.

For the first time, he felt uneasy about time.

Chapter 468 Luo Hou, Return My Ghost Prison!

Luo Hou was not the Lord of Time City, so he naturally couldn't see Yue Xunyuan replacing Ye Xiaochai and traveling back hundreds of years.

At this moment, Luo Hou, along with Shao Hao, Xi Xueyi, Gu Su Huan Jian, Shi Zhi Jia Lan, and others, was inspecting the Yama Ghost Prison after the battle.

The Ghost Clan is not the ghost of the dead, but one of many races. Unlike the Human Clan of the Bitter Realm, the Ghost Clan's soul returns to the Demon-Nourishing Pool after death, where it is reborn.

The Ghost Clan is martial, with every citizen a soldier. However, during the great battle, the cold and lonely goddess sacrificed all the Ghost Clan soldiers.

In addition, the Guiji River swelled, submerging everything. Evil spirits came ashore and devoured people, turning the once vast land into a filthy swamp. Of the millions of lives lost, only a few elderly, children, and women remained.

The ghosts can no longer return, the Demon-Nourishing Pool is empty, and this race has completely declined.

Several thousand remaining members of the demon race huddled together, trembling, their pleading eyes like lambs to the slaughter, a far cry from their former brutality and warlike nature.

Shi Zhijialan was afraid that Wu Jun could wipe them all out with a wave of his hand, so he hurriedly stood in front of them.

"Lord Wu, Heaven cherishes life. Since the main culprit is dead, the rest are all old, weak, sick and disabled. Why not stop here?"

"Hmm? How do you plan to settle them?"

Garan was speechless for a moment. The Yama Ghost Prison was flooded by the evil water and was obviously no longer suitable for survival. Even if these people were not killed, they would die naturally after a period of time.

"It was Garan who failed to think things through. Please, Lord Wu, show them a way out."

Luo Hou scrutinized the group of terrified ghosts one by one. A dark-skinned child's face flashed before his eyes, making him suddenly realize that the former Extraordinary Lord was discriminated against by his friends because of his dark face, and was also hunted down by the Empress because of his parents. As a result, he escaped from the Ghost Prison, which led to a series of events.

The Yama's Ghost Prison is adjacent to the Niva Dark Realm and the Yama God's Realm, and its geographical location is quite important. After the underworld is built in the future, people will still need to guard this place. It would be better to build it into a second intermediate realm.

However, the Bitter Realm humans cannot live in the underground world for long.

Perhaps the Crimson Horn could be useful.

“Sage Heng, first take them to the Western Huang Buddhist Realm for resettlement. Treat their injuries if they are injured, and absolve them of their sins if they are not injured. After the Ghost Prison is rebuilt, send them back to their homeland.”

"What does Lord Wu mean?"

"Thank you for your trouble, Master Shengheng and all the other masters. If the Buddha's teachings cannot wash away their sins and resentment, then there is no point in keeping them."

Keeping them around is useful, but if they harbor resentment, keeping them around will only backfire. Rahu doesn't mind wiping out a race. Back then, when the Lord of Curses married his daughter, Rahu still wiped them all out.

In the history he knew, countless races perished in the torrent of time, or actively dispersed into the Han Chinese, intermingling with them, leaving only a trace of their original life record in their DNA, proving that this race once truly existed.

There's nothing to regret; it's natural selection, an inevitable result of the evolution of civilization.

Upon hearing the meaning behind Wu Jun's words, Shi Zhi Jialan dared not be negligent. Together with Fawei Jingang, Jin Yue Guanyin, and Yong Jie Tian Nu, he began to take a list of names, inquire about information, and make a series of preparations for the relocation.

The Buddhist community in the Western Regions is vast and sparsely populated, so there is no fear of not having a place to settle them.

Seeing this, Xi Xueyi took the initiative to say, "Shengheng, if your temple is lacking in food and medicine, Yibi Chunqiu will definitely do its best to help."

"Thank you, Mr. Bihe."

“Wu Jun, Xi Xueyi returned to the Bitter Realm with Sheng Hengzhe. I still need to report the situation here to the Court Master.”

Luo Hou nodded.

Ting San Tie should still be heartbroken over Xi Yan'er's disappearance, but considering the relationship between Lie Hong Jiao, Xi Yan'er, and Fei Chang Jun, Luo Hou chose to keep this secret.

The Empress is dead, and there is no longer any secret technique to allow Lie Hongjiao to return to the past and stop Fei Changjun. Everything is buried in the altered plot.

Lie Hongjiao is a reincarnation of an extraordinary ghost. Apart from Luo Hou and the gods of the Six Heavens Realm, only Mo Shi should know about it. Once Mo Shi is eliminated, no one will disturb this child of a human and a ghost who, though a ghost, possesses humanity.

Gu Su returned the sword naturally with Xi Xueyi. He was worried about Liu Mudan. With state affairs settled, it was time to deal with family matters.

He smiled sheepishly and said, "Lord Wu, I will take Ningxiang back to our hometown first, and then we will get married. Please do me the honor of having a cup of wine with me then."

"Hahaha! Good news, good news! I will definitely come in person."

"Thank you, Lord Wu. Please."

"please."

After the monks and the monks of the Three Chan Heavens had finished collecting the information, thousands of ghost clan survivors, led by a few people, moved forward in long lines and gradually left the Ghost Prison.

Watching the team go further and further away, Shao Hao seemed to be deep in thought.

"Father, is it benevolence to choose not to kill him when you could?"

"My godfather isn't that great; it's all about self-interest."

"In Hao'er's heart, her godfather has never been a person who puts profit first."

"You kid."

Luo Hou shook his head and led Shao Hao onto Lie Hongjiao's bamboo raft. The river flowed along the abyss carved out by Jidu towards the earth's core, with only a few bends as it flowed into the distance.

The Ghost River is a branch of the Sanzu River. The Sanzu River basin is vast, mainly encompassing the realm of Yama, the god of hell. Its upstream source is the Wangjie River in the intermediate realm. After passing through the Death Mountain, one enters the Niva Dark Realm.

The Yin-Yang River of the Mud World merges into the main branch of the Three Paths again, adding new dead souls to this strange underground world.

"Father, I've heard that Su Huanzhen is trapped in the Dark Realm of Mud. Could we travel from the Ghost River to the River of Three Crossings and then proceed to the Dark Realm of Mud?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking."

With a slight push of his feet, Luo Hou propelled the bamboo raft forward like a falling leaf, skimming along the riverbed. In the blink of an eye, it traversed mountains and valleys, reaching the end of the Guiji River.

At the end was a long, turbulent river.

The pale white river water reflected the green mountains on both banks, and although the river was turbulent, it was still silent.

The bamboo raft stopped automatically here.

Luo Hou added another bit of his true power, and the bamboo raft creaked and groaned, as if it were about to shatter.

"Godfather, is the barrier."

Shao Hao sensed the movement on the other side of the barrier. The dense death aura completely separated the Guiji River from the Sanzu River. Even with his eyesight, he couldn't see what was behind that mass of death aura.

However, breaking through to the next realm was not difficult for either of them. Shao Hao raised his hands, and the Grim Reaper's twin scythes suddenly appeared.

Luo Hou patted his arm: "Wait a minute. The situation in the Mud Realm is unclear. If we rashly open the barrier, the dead souls there may take the opportunity to enter, making the situation in the Ghost Prison even more chaotic."

"I'm sorry, Hao'er was impulsive."

"Conquest is not the goal; management is. Let's return to the Bitter Realm first. I need to speak with Lie Hongjiao."

Persuading Lie Hongjiao to become the new King of the Underworld and guard this place would not only give the remnants of the ghost race a way out, but also increase the security force for the unified underworld.

Legend has it that Fengdu Ghost City has ten Yama Kings, and it wouldn't be a bad idea for Lie Hongjiao to become one of them.

Just as Luo Hou was secretly making plans, he suddenly heard a grief-stricken shout, followed by a murderous aura that filled the sky, and a black flying dragon descended menacingly above the two of them.

"Luo Hou, return my Ghost Prison!"

Chapter 469 Subduing Emperor Longyin

"The world is in chaos, the emperor's power is supreme; black and white are lost in the void, the underworld is obeyed. Alas, the human and ghostly are fickle, heaven defies fate; he holds the sun and moon without limit, the emperor's decree is law."

An angry voice rang out, and the newcomer was surrounded by black dragon energy, his cold eyes revealing murderous intent and domineering aura.

The newcomer was none other than the young emperor Long Yin of the Ghost Prison.

At the same time, the Black Dragon Spear flashed with a cold light, its powerful force unstoppable by ten thousand men descending from the sky, striking at both Luo Hou and Shao Hao simultaneously.

Emperor Longyin, on the Empress's orders, went to Defeng Gude to merge with Jun Fengtian's sacred soul.

When they finally found the Defeng Ancient Road, all that remained were ruins.

After several twists and turns, they arrived at Fengzhiwen Valley in the south, only to learn that Jun Fengtian's accident had happened suddenly. Huang Ru Wushang was engaged in a fierce battle with the evil kings of the heavens and had no time to help. By the time Lin Tianxing arrived at the scene of Jun Fengtian's death, his holy spirit had already dissipated.

Faced with Di Longyin, who looked exactly like Jun Fengtian but had no memory of Jun Fengtian whatsoever, the people of Defeng Ancient Road sighed and could only send him on his way.

Unexpectedly, when Emperor Longyin returned to the Yama Ghost Prison, he found it devastated, the land shattered, the people gone, and even his friend Fuyesheng had died in the war.

Filled with rage, Emperor Longyin vowed to avenge this humiliation.

Shao Hao and Di Longyin had just met. Seeing that Di Longyin had attacked without warning, Shao Hao naturally did not hold back. Before he could retract his double scythes, he raised them to meet the attack, and an aura of annihilation burst forth.

Bang bang!

The clash of blades and spears unleashed a divine light.

The first blow of their encounter was evenly matched; both sides sensed each other's strength, but instead of backing down, it fueled their fighting spirit.

As a top-tier mage, Shao Hao rarely deals physical damage, but at this moment he was filled with fighting spirit and eager to test his opponent's strength.

"Death God - Slice!"

A single strike shook the heavens and earth, shattering the very fabric of the world.

Emperor Longyin snorted coldly, stood up from Ye Feng's back, and swung his black dragon spear in a circle, stirring up a large swath of wind and clouds.

"Heaven and Earth are without order; Hell reigns supreme!"