Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

“Look, the capital is gone, so it doesn’t mean that the dead country has occupied our land.”

With its red eyes silent, it transformed into a red winged dragon, rising slowly amidst the flames that burned the entire city.

“Guardian Marquis, go to the Bitter Realm to find the descendants of the Rainbow Feather Clan. Adoni killed my father, so I will slaughter his people.”

Ningyuan stepped onto Chijing's back, and the Demon Dragon's massive wings flapped, instantly soaring through the air.

Looking back at the thick smoke and raging fire, Jialing murmured to himself, "Princess, your home is gone."

When the demon dragon arrived in the Bitter Realm, the first ray of sunlight shone on the wall of the Heartless Pavilion.

Just as the sunlight was about to illuminate a wider expanse of land, a dark shadow swooped down from the sky.

"Bitter Realm, what a beautiful land... Then, destroy it."

Ningyuan stood atop the demonic dragon, his two swords, Jumang, merging into one longsword, which he then swung down towards the earth.

In an instant, immense pressure loomed, sweeping across all directions from the Heartless Pavilion as its center.

Jian Zhichu, who was meditating in the ruins, suddenly sensed the approaching enemy. He clasped his hands together, unleashing unparalleled sword energy and pointing it towards the sky.

"Drink~"

A red, demonic sword struck the earth.

A blue sword aura rose against the tide and soared into the sky.

The two swords clashed, their power shaking the universe, causing widespread devastation.

Ningyuan recognized the familiar sword energy, and his lips twitched slightly.

Immediately, the dragon landed, and the Demon Prince descended upon the earth.

"It's been a long time, Sword Beginning."

I never thought I'd see you again.

Jian Zhichu slowly walked out of the Heartless Pavilion.

"I never imagined that seeing the light of day again would lead me to meet you."

Ningyuan recalled that many years ago, he was not yet an anomaly in the Fire Prison, but a handsome young prince. He accompanied his father to the Tower of Compassionate Light to participate in that year's martial arts competition.

The Master Wuyi of the Tower of Compassionate Light was in charge of receiving them. He brought a handsome young man, who said he was his disciple, named Jian Zhichu.

Master Yin said that this young man was a natural swordsman and would surely be able to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and establish his own school in the future.

Ningyuan saw the jealousy in her father's eyes.

He understood what his father wanted, so he borrowed the Jumang Twin Swords from his father and, while Shi Yin was busy, arranged to meet Jian Zhichu.

The two arrived at a secluded bamboo forest.

The young Ningyuan said to the young Jianzhichu, "Let's prove our swordsmanship."

Jian Zhichu shook his head: "I haven't learned it yet."

"It's just a friendly exchange. If you're not willing to do it, then you don't consider me a friend."

I consider you a friend.

When Jian Zhichu took out his sword, it turned out to be a wooden sword.

The two boys began to spar.

Thousands of bamboos swayed, and countless leaves fluttered. The surging sword energy, like the excited heart of a young man, burned brightly in this bamboo forest.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Ningyuan gradually became exhausted.

Looking at the wooden sword that was about to break, and thinking of his father's deep gaze, he unknowingly felt a surge of violent magic power rise up from the Jumang Twin Swords.

Bah!

The wooden sword in Jian Zhichu's hand broke completely, but Jumang's twin swords did not stop, biting at Jian Zhichu like venomous snakes.

Just when things were critical, Jian Zhichu raised both palms together and unleashed a sword aura no less powerful than before, breaking through Jumang and repelling Ningyuan.

From the shadows of the bamboo grove, someone let out a cold snort and left.

After returning from the Tower of Compassion, his father's attitude towards him changed drastically. Until one day, Ningyuan found the secret manual of the Evil Fire of the Moth in the secret chamber of the royal palace.

Those memories are all gone...

Ningyuan looked at Jian Zhichu, whose breathing was unsteady, and asked, "Are you injured?"

"It's nothing, please."

"Fighting will ruin my good mood upon arriving in the Bitter Realm today. Farewell, Sword Beginning."

Chapter 107 King Jiwu

The dragon flew aimlessly.

Ahead lay a cloud of milky white snow, which Chijing passed through without a care, letting the low pressure and ice clumps fall on its massive body.

The cloud he passed through left a strange hole.

Looking back, the milky white had turned blood red.

"Where to go next?"

"Let's see what news our Guardian Marquis has brought."

"Friendly reminder: Lord Wu Jun Luo Hou is the murderer who killed your father."

"Fun games shouldn't end too early, and the most fun people should be saved for last."

“Prince, I think you are afraid.”

"He is the king."

"Your Majesty, are you afraid?"

“Red Eyes, if I still have fear, then you should be glad that I still have a heart.”

The demonic dragon swooped down and stopped in front of Jialing.

Ningyuan changed her posture to make herself more comfortable sitting on the dragon's back.

"Jialing, what amusement have you brought to the king?"

"I have found the address where the Niyu tribe is living in seclusion."

"Boring, is there more?"

"Luo Hou and Jian Zhi Chu fought last night, and Luo Hou emerged victorious."

"Oh, so the wounds that Jian Zhichu suffered came from Luo Hou."

"Demon Prince, shall we march on Tiandu now?"

"He is the king."

Jialing lowered his head and remained silent.

Ningyuan looked around and sighed, "Jialing, you didn't bring me the news I most wanted to know."

"What does the king want to know?"

"Your Highness, where is my sister, Han Yancui?"

"I do not know."

"The Bitter Realm has no trace of my sister. Where could she have gone? Jialing, the time has come to show your loyalty."

Cold sweat broke out on Jialing's forehead, but he still replied, "I really don't know."

"Is your loyalty to the king less than your affection for the princess? True loyalty is blind obedience, even at the cost of reason. Is your loyalty nothing more than that?"

Jialing clenched his fist tightly and managed to squeeze out, "I only have respect for the princess."

“Poor man, he has neither loyalty to the king nor pure feelings.”

Jialing collapsed: "During the great battle, the space of the Desert Forest collapsed, and I pushed the princess into the Five-Colored Passage. If she is not in the Bitter Realm, she must have gone to the Kingdom of Death or the Shattered Island of Slaughter."

Why would you go to the Slaughtering Isle?

"Your Majesty...the late King once planned to form a marriage alliance with King Jiwu of the Shattered Island."

This news was indeed unexpected for Ningyuan, making him feel inexplicably uncomfortable, but also bringing a touch of excitement.

King Jiwu?

My brother-in-law.

"Red Eyes, gone."

"Where to go?"

"Bharat."

The demonic dragon soared into the sky and sped towards the Four Realms, leaving Jialing staring blankly at the departing red figure, unsure whether to feel regret or hatred.

Brahmajad, the Curse Bridge, and two enormous stone statues.

It's still the same as it was a long time ago.

But now, countless warships have appeared on the border, each carrying thousands of warriors in gleaming armor.

"Your Majesty, King Jiwu has sent hundreds of thousands of troops to welcome you."

"Red Eyes, the time has come to show your courage. Go down."

The demonic dragon landed at the bridgehead, transformed into a white-clad youth, and followed Ningyuan onto the cursed bridge.

A terrifying black aura pressed down on the shattered island army as the two advanced.

"Halt! This is the territory of the Slaughter Isle, and no one from the Buddha Prison is allowed to enter!"

Ningyuan calmly said, "Etiquette is a mental shackle that makes superiors force inferiors to submit more, because violating etiquette will bring disaster, so it makes inferiors more respectful to superiors."

A general charged out from the army of the Shattered Island and shouted, "Demon Prince, what are you saying?"

"Are you loyal to King Jiwu and have you performed the proper rites for him?"

"of course."