Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

To be fair, Rahu's profound Buddhist power was no less than that of any other eminent monk of his time, but who can truly understand the nature of fate?

If someone wants to see you, the sun's return to its homeland is just around the corner; if someone doesn't want to see you, even if you turn the world upside down, you still won't find them.

In the ancient racial wars, the Western Buddha Kingdom's opponents were not only the Yama Ghost Prison. At the same time, the Eagle Clan and the Mahayana Lingyun Temple also engaged in fierce warfare.

Just as the Demon Clan is shadowed by the Primordial Demon, the Eagle Clan also harbors a terrifying power...

Years later, the aftermath of the war erupted, and the Grand Abbot meditated in the Heavenly Dao of White Feather Realm, single-handedly preventing the birth of the Three Demons.

Judging by the time, the Grand Abbot's time is running out. The Heavenly Dao of the White Feather Realm is about to collapse, and those so-called madmen and gods are about to make their grand entrance and stir up a storm.

The monsters keep coming, it's exhausting!

The green hills rise and fall, and the brown rocks are rugged.

With a main hall and a few simple side rooms, Lingyun Temple of Mahayana Buddhism looks much poorer than the Buddhist world of Xihuang.

When Luo Hou stepped into the mountain gate, the first thing he saw was not a monk, but the Sword Sect's Chang Ri Kunwu, who looked like a golden-haired lion king, grabbing the young monk Dong Yu and questioning him.

"What! The Yama Ghost Prison was destroyed by Rahu, the Lord of Tiandu, in conjunction with the Western Buddhist Realm?"

Dongyu, who had been ordered to come to the temple to deliver the news, was still panting heavily when he heard this and hurriedly added to the story.

"Besides the Martial Lord and the God of the Dead Kingdom, there is also Mr. Bihe of the Western Confucian Academy, and Gusu Huanjian of the Tianshan Sword Clan."

"There are still survivors in the Tianshan Sword Clan!"

"Amitabha! The war between humans and ghosts has finally ended. How wonderful!"

The deputy host was very pleased.

The Venerable Buddha came from the Mahayana Lingyun Temple. Although he has passed into Nirvana, the abbot and deputy abbot were naturally aware of the brilliant plan he devised during his lifetime. The fact that it ended in this way is simply a special protection from the Buddha.

Changri Kunwu didn't think so. He had been trapped in the sword prison for many years, and now that his creditor was gone, who could he seek revenge on?

"Luo Hou, the Lord of Tiandu? Could he be the master that Yue Xunyuan mentioned?"

"This? The Saint Balanced One did not mention it."

Dongyu was just an ordinary monk living far away in the western desert, and had no idea about Wujun's interpersonal relationships.

Upon hearing this, Luo Hou frowned slightly and slowly walked towards them.

Xun Yuan has been on his way to support Liao Tian in the Northern Sea Lingzhou for some time now, so how could it be said by Chang Ri Kunwu?

"Excuse me, sir, have you ever met my disciple, Le Xunyuan?"

Changri Kunwu turned around abruptly, his sharp gaze landing on Luo Hou's face. The two met silently, and the air froze instantly.

The killing intent swept through the Mahayana Lingyun Temple in an instant.

Chapter 471 The Sword Sect's Personally Unleashed Sorrowful Loss

nail!

The final hammer blow landed heavily.

It's sizzling!

When a hot iron is plunged into cold water, a thick plume of white smoke rises from it.

When the smoke cleared, the brand-new Minghong Blade was presented to Yue Xunyuan, its crimson-gold appearance as fiery as flames.

Ling Jueding, whose face was even paler, walked over and picked up the knife to examine it closely.

During this period, Le Xunyuan used the secret techniques recorded in the "Demon Buddha Holy Scripture" to heal Ling Jueding's injuries, and his condition had improved. However, as the dual energies of Kan and Li were poured into the blade, Ling Jueding's life essence was depleted, and his body became increasingly weak.

Fortunately, the knife has been forged.

“Senior, Master’s Falling Star Slaying Technique can break through realms and transcend boundaries, but it requires the activation of demonic energy. Now, Xun Yuan is replacing demonic energy with dragon energy, and supplementing it with Kan and Li energies. Perhaps he can unleash Master’s ultimate move.”

Ling Jueding sighed, “It’s fate! It’s fate! You know neither swordsmanship nor forging, yet you’ve learned my forging method and poured the dual energies of Kan and Li into the blade. This has truly broadened my horizons.”

"To have met such a senior after searching so far is surely fate. Let's prepare!"

Le Xunyuan took the Minghong sword, let out a loud shout, focused his energy in his dantian, and then soared into the air. His mighty sword energy drew a crimson light across the sky, traversing the universe and slashing across the four seas and eight wastelands.

Boom!

The surrounding iron walls shattered, and amidst the flying debris, Le Xunyuan turned around, grabbed Ling Jueding, and transformed into light to leave the Prison of Creation.

Before me still stretched layers of mountains and endless peaks.

Le Xunyuan looked around blankly, finding everything unfamiliar.

"Ahem! This is Sword Master Peak, a thousand miles away from my Sword Lodge."

"The place where you planted the divine weapon back then is the Sword Prison Abyss that trapped Changri Kunwu. I wonder if you can find it?"

Ling Jueding shook his head and said, "My cultivation is damaged, and I can hardly sense the aura of the God of Name now."

The place where he fought against Changri Kunwu was a wasteland. The terrain has changed drastically over the centuries, and all traces of that time have long been erased.

“Jian Chan Mi Xin is practicing at the Mahayana Lingyun Temple in the Western Buddha Kingdom. Why don’t we head west and find the Mahayana Lingyun Temple?”

"So doable."

You can run away from the monk but not the temple. Finding the person is not easy, but finding the temple is definitely the right thing to do. Le Xunyuan carried Lingjue Peak on his back and sped westward.

Shuli Mountain Top.

In the most recent time, Changri Kunwu was the first to arrive at the Dacheng Lingyun Temple, where he had a conversation with Jian Chan Mi Xin, who had secluded himself in ascetic practice, through a door, and then comprehended the way of the sword.

Three days later, the young monk Dongyu arrived breathlessly to deliver the news.

Not long after, Luo Hou stepped through the gate of the Mahayana Lingyun Temple.

A hundred miles away, Le Xunyuan, carrying Ling Jueding on his back, gradually approached. Clearly, their destination was also this mysterious Buddhist temple.

"How interesting! City Lord, will they meet at the Mahayana Lingyun Temple?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

"The same place doesn't necessarily mean the same people."

"Pshaw! The same people don't necessarily go to the same places."

"In the most primordial time, even the stubborn rock nods in agreement; you have finally grasped a trace of the laws of time."

"Lord of the city, I was just speaking off the cuff."

“What you say follows the law.”

At this moment, two enormous forces suddenly clashed at the Mahayana Lingyun Temple, causing a sudden change in the weather, the world to lose its color, and invisible sword energy tore through the void, causing the surrounding air to be covered with cracks.

Despite his profound foundation, the deputy abbot nearly lost his mind and spirit amidst the explosive clash of these two forces. He quickly used the Buddhist mantra of calming the mind and pulled Dongyu back into the main hall.

Changri Kunwu, with an arrogant expression, gripped the cliff-cutting blade tightly and pointed it at Luohou.

"Since I can no longer fight the Heavenly Demon, then you will be the one to prove my sword. Draw your blade."

"is it?"

Luo Hou replied casually that he was more worried about Le Xunyuan's safety. Now that Le Xunyuan had replaced Ye Xiaochai and broken the seal of the famous god, he should have returned to the past to become Ling Jueding's disciple.

As for Changri Kunwu, a pure swordsman, Luo Hou felt neither good nor bad feelings towards him, nor did he have the same desire to convert Ling Jueding.

In the martial arts world, there are chivalrous heroes, lone wolves, hermits untouched by worldly affairs, and tyrants who bully the weak. They all wield their swords and act according to their own will, so who can blame whom?

Unlike the pillars of the righteous path such as Cui Luohan, Ji Xiashang, and Juan Shoutian, Changri Kunwu's swordsmanship was all about winning, reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship with victory after victory.

In the process of conquering the world with swords, rivers of blood flowed and corpses piled up everywhere.

Does such a person deserve to die?

Damn it, as long as one's strength surpasses his, killing him would be a great relief. But the only person in the world who can defeat him is Ling Jueding, and Ling Jueding doesn't want to kill him, he only wants to save him.

Long Day Kunwu lacked a real battle, the battle that would kill him, and now the opportunity has come.

The wind and clouds raged, the sword intent was chilling, but Luo Hou's figure remained motionless, yet his earth-shattering aura swirled around him, spreading for thousands of miles.

"The Martial Lord is renowned throughout the land; I hope he will not disappoint me."

"I have long heard that if Chuangtian loses a move that affects the three realms, Luo Hou will be fortunate enough to receive the challenge."

The sorrow of losing one's soul and the inability to return to one's former life are both lessons learned. ... In the end, they both killed themselves.

The true highest realm is loss, gain through sacrifice. Long days of honing one's sword-making skills, sacrificing everything for the sword, are necessary to reach the ultimate limit of swordsmanship.

What sets him apart from other swordsmen is that Chuangtian Ruoshi is a spiritual attack that can strike out the opponent's soul.

With its long, bright white light, this move would be the best weapon for the righteous path to deal with evil spirits from other realms. Unfortunately, the Sword Sect does not have such a high level of awareness.

Swish!

As he pondered, the aura hovering above the Mahayana Lingyun Temple condensed into a sword, which pierced through the air and arrived with chilling killing intent.

In heaven and on earth, there is only this one sword.

Luo Hou clenched his fist and slammed it towards the sword's edge. Immediately, a visible golden cloud of energy blocked the cliff.

The sword could shatter all things, yet it could not break through this cloud of energy. Instead, the sword's light gradually sank, dimmed, and dissipated.

"drink!"

The Sword Sect's character is one of attacking without knowing how to defend, advancing without knowing how to retreat. In this life, they only know how to attack, but have no defense or retreat.

Seeing that the cliff-cutting attempt had failed, the god of fame appeared again with a deep shout. The two swords merged, and lightning flashed and thunder roared. In an instant, the entire void trembled, and electric current shot out in all directions.

Boom!

The invisible forces collided, thunder roared, the ground sank three feet, and amidst the violent tremors, Dongyu covered her head and screamed in terror as she tried to escape.

"Vice Abbot, the Great Buddha Hall is about to collapse!"

Suddenly, a gentle sword aura emerged from the room where Jian Chan was meditating, merging with the deputy abbot's Buddhist power to protect the Mahayana Lingyun Temple.

"The Sword Sect's use of the Sorrowful Loss technique did not disappoint me."

Luo Hou withdrew his fist, and the golden light on his right arm shone even brighter. It then transformed into a powerful palm strike and slammed out.

In a temple fight, one must always give face to the Buddha. So Rahu used Buddhist energy to fight. In an instant, golden flowers rained down in the sky, and the sound of chanting was like a great bell, resounding throughout the heavens.

"The Martial Lord truly lives up to his name; the heavens seem to have lost their way!"