Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"If I were to kill the Three Prisoners with my help, I fear that even if Your Excellency seizes power, you will not be able to win the hearts of the people. It would be better if Your Excellency personally donned armor and went into battle, with me serving as your support. This way, Your Excellency's bravery in battle and your might on the battlefield will be fully displayed. When you ascend the throne in the future, your subjects will admire your courage and fear your might, and naturally they will not dare to harbor any disloyal thoughts."

These words stirred Li Wen's blood. He was originally a brave but reckless man, but he was intimidated by the strength of the allied forces and hid behind the Yin soldiers. Now that he had witnessed Su Huanzhen's strength, his confidence increased. He immediately jumped out of the rear line and rushed forward.

"All soldiers of the Prison of Souls, charge with me! For every enemy killed, ten souls will be rewarded; for every hundred enemies killed, thousands will be rewarded!"

"Come on!"

"Kill them!"

The tens of thousands of soldiers from the Rift Soul Purgatory who were not yet all dead followed Li Wen and charged out, fighting fiercely without fear of death.

Facing the remnant army, Qin Guang, the Lord of Blood Wheel Purgatory, who was sitting on his chariot directing the battle, narrowed his eyes and waved his scepter, sending a cloud of emerald energy towards Li Wen.

This fierce battle was like a meat grinder; in just one day, it slaughtered half of the nearly one million soldiers in the four prisons, and the number of wounded was countless.

Nevertheless, the allied forces still numbered as many as 300,000. No matter how brave and skilled Li Wen was, the tens of thousands of soldiers from the Soul Rift Purgatory were quickly divided and surrounded, like a few waves in the ocean, which burst apart in a few splashes.

"Come on!"

Gradually, Li Wen felt the commotion behind him getting quieter and quieter. He turned around abruptly and saw that he was getting further and further away from the Rift Soul Pavilion, with countless Allied Forces of the Three Prisons in between. Su Huanzhen and Zou Shanqi, who had been following behind him, had disappeared.

"Su Huanzhen? Su Huanzhen, where are you? Qi Yi? Zoushan Qi Yi!"

His angry and fearful shouts went unanswered, and despair gradually welled up in Li Wen's heart. At this moment, he finally realized that Su Huanzhen had no sincerity in helping him at all, and that the talk of conspiring to rule the world was all lies.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

A scepter, a poisonous palm, and a black demonic blade—the three lords of the prisons attacked Li Wen simultaneously.

puff!

There was no time to warn the Dark Realm to be wary of Su Huanzhen, and no time to regret it. Li Wen turned into a pile of blood foam, and the four prisons of the Dark Realm, which had existed for millions of years, began to become three.

Qin Guang, Bian Cheng, and Bi Yuan exchanged a smile. Next, they would divide the legacy of the Soul-Splitting Purgatory.

In the dark void, Yama quietly absorbs the life essence of those who have died in battle. The hellish ghosts vie to consume the dead souls, unaware that once they die, their life essence will also enter the bellies of others.

Chapter 490 Peerless Sword, White Feather Realm Heavenly Dao

While the dark realm of Niva was engulfed in war, Shizhi Garan finally found the sun and returned home.

It doesn't look particularly special; the mountains are still mountains, the water is still water, and it's just a small grove of trees that is one of the most iconic in the world of Pili, with a winding path running through it.

"Lord Wu, if the High Abbot did not wish to see us, he would not have appeared when the sun returned to its homeland. Since he has appeared, it means the High Abbot has approved of our trip. Well done!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Luo Hou, Shi Zhi Jia Lan, and Shao Hao filed into the forest.

Before long, the light dimmed, and a handsome man with white hair and a blue robe, carrying a sword, appeared, proudly blocking their path.

"Snow has no night, the night has no name, a lonely lamp shines in the sea of ​​sorrow, and a frosty sword cries."

The monk, with his palms together, said, "I am Shizhi, a monk from the Buddhist realm of the Western Huang. I have something to discuss with you, Monk Baiyu Wangyun. May I ask how I should address you?"

The man replied, "The Heavenly Dao of the White Feather Realm, the eighteen levels of the Asura Blood Sea, there is no turning back once you enter, and only the sword can save you from hell."

"Ok?"

"My sword is unparalleled. To see my master is simple, it's better than the sword in my hand."

It was unbelievable that the dignified Holy Balance Master of the Western Buddhist Realm would be blocked by an outer disciple of the Western Buddhist Kingdom. It was a great loss of face. However, Garan had long since cultivated to the point of being detached from external things and not getting angry, so he was not angry when he heard this.

"So it is the renowned swordsman, the former chief disciple of the Mahayana Lingyun Temple, Garan, greetings."

Saint Balance bowed again, while Sword Master seemed a little embarrassed. He was indeed an outer disciple, but that didn't mean he didn't know Saint Balance's name.

However, the Heavenly Dao of the White Feather Realm is no small matter. While Saint Balance might be able to let one pass, he was followed by two strangers who looked quite formidable. The peerless swordsman dared not be careless and still did not make way for him.

"I'm sorry, but my master has said that only those who can defeat the sword in my hand can be allowed to pass."

"These are Luo Hou, the Lord of Tiandu, and Shao Hao, the God of the Dead Kingdom; both are pillars of the righteous path in the Bitter Realm."

Galan spoke very tactfully, but for hundreds of years, the famous swordsman Juechen had been cultivating the Six Swords Divine Technique in the Heavenly Dao of the White Feather Realm and had never heard of the Lord of the Heavenly Capital or the God of the Dead Kingdom.

"I apologize, I have never heard of either of you. However, judging from your extraordinary demeanor, you must have the strength to fight me. I, Jueshi, will accept your challenge."

Luo Hou waved his hand to stop Jialan from speaking further, then stepped back a few steps, leaving the battlefield to Shao Hao.

"please."

Shao Hao smiled slightly, his whole body moving without wind, his golden curly hair like waves in the sea, bringing a mysterious aura.

"Hmm? Divine power!"

After all, he was someone who had stepped into the realm of sword gods in another parallel world. Mingjian Juechen had good eyesight and immediately sensed the source of Shaohao's power.

He abandoned his relaxed demeanor, and with a backhand thrust out the peerless Heartless Sword from his back. Instantly, a fierce wind swept through the forest, and the sword's light shone brightly.

"The Seven Karmas of the Sword: The Great Thousand Repentance!"

This is another powerful move besides the Six Divine Sword Technique. Back then, the famous swordsman Jue Shi used this sword technique to win the title of the Three Swords of the Northern Territory. Once it is used, the famous sword transforms into seven forms, and layers of sword energy bombard out continuously.

However, the opponent in front of him vanished into thin air.

Soon, the peerless swordsman realized that he had fallen into another space, a world without flowers, trees, human voices, or birdsong.

"Spatial magic?"

"There's no need to disturb your godfather and the Holy Balancer. Here, you can fight to your heart's content."

Within the space, Shao Hao did not release any death energy, but merely dodged with nimble movements, moving through the myriad swords as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

In contrast, the peerless sword, with each move stronger and each sword strike heavier than the last, its boundless sword energy cleaving the space into countless holes, could not even touch Shao Hao's body.

Bang bang bang bang!

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had passed, and the peerless swordsman gradually felt his true essence draining away and his inner energy stagnating.

He stopped his sword strike, caught his breath, and said sarcastically, "So, the God of the Land of Death can only rely on magic to win?"

"I do not know swordsmanship."

"You can use a knife, a palm, a fist, I'll fight you with anything."

Shao Hao pondered for a moment and said, "I only know two or three moves with the sword, and they are all for killing."

"nonsense!"

"Alright, pay attention!"

Before he finished speaking, two enormous black scythes suddenly appeared above Shao Hao's head, crossed and clashed, then slashed down to the left and right.

The crisp sound of the impact instilled a strange fear in the legendary swordsman. He instinctively retreated several steps, raising his divine sword to meet the descending scythe.

Click!

The famous sword that had accompanied him for so many years was bent into a crescent shape by the sword. The pressure, as heavy as a mountain, came from the sword and gradually bent the peerless arm, then the waist, and the knees.

"Six Swords Divine Technique - Stop - One Thought, Ten Thousand Repentances - Repel Divine Light, Hah!"

With a loud shout, the peerless swordsman gathered all his true essence and unleashed the fifth move of the Six Swords Divine Technique, representing the highest level of his swordsmanship. Instantly, a golden light flowed across the sword, followed by an invisible golden wave that rippled in all directions, as if divine light had descended upon the world, and all things were still and all forces ceased.

Under the explosive force of this strongest sword power, the peerless sword straightened its back again. However, what appeared before its eyes was a horrifying scene. Shao Hao had already withdrawn his double scythes, and the enormous force pressing down on him was nothing more than two black phantoms.

"You actually?"

"I have no intention of killing you."

"...I have lost."

"It was just a friendly spar. Even though I don't understand swordsmanship, I can see that your last strike was invincible."

"If one can master the Six Gods Sword Technique to the sixth form, one can step into the realm of Sword God. Unfortunately, I am stuck at the fifth form and unable to break through."

"Given time, you will definitely be able to break through."

After the fight, Mingjian Jueshi realized that his opponent was unfathomable, so he restrained his arrogance. Shaohao also removed his spatial magic, and the two reappeared in front of Luohou and Shizhi Jialan.

“Sage Heng, please come with me.”

"Thank you."

With the peerless swordsman leading the way, the three followed behind. After walking for half an hour, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they found themselves in a strange world.

A wisp of smoke drifted by, and a stream murmured. On a tall cliff, an old monk, seemingly in deep meditation, sat facing the viewer.

The old monk's white beard reached the ground, a string of bright red Buddhist beads hung on his chest, a silver whisk draped over his shoulder, and he remained silent with his eyes lowered.

"Master, the Holy Balance Master of the Western Huang Buddhist Temple, the Lord of Tiandu, and the God of the Dead Kingdom have all been brought here."

The old monk opened his eyes and nodded to the peerless swordsman: "Peerless, you've worked hard. You may step down now."

"Ah."

The peerless swordsman walked behind the cliff to cultivate his Six Divine Sword Technique.

"I have met the abbot."

Garan stepped forward to pay his respects. In terms of seniority, Monk Baiyu Wangyun was the Buddha's senior, that is, Garan's patriarch. His seniority was so high that no one dared to look up to him.

The abbot's gaze lingered on Garan for a moment before settling on Rahu and Shaohao.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements, the three of you have all escaped the cycle of Heaven. This humble monk has been sitting here in oblivion for a thousand years, unaware of the changes in the world."

Chapter 491 The Dramatic Past of the Mad Buddha and the Holy Buddha

After a moment of reflection, the monk Baiyu Wangyun slowly drifted down from the cliff.

"May I ask what business you two have with this old monk?"

Luo Hou held this Buddhist elder, who had donated his organs after his death, in high esteem. After paying his respects, he slowly said, "I would like to ask the abbot to open the Heavenly Dao of the White Feather Realm and release a few of them."

"what!"

The abbot has spent a thousand years guarding this place to seal away two descendants of the Eagle Clan, who were also two anomalies in the Western Buddha Kingdom. Hearing that Rahu wanted to release them, he was greatly surprised.

“Great Abbot, I will tell you frankly that the Heavenly Dao of the White Feather Realm cannot be maintained for long. Rather than letting it emerge and wreak havoc on the world after it collapses, it is better to activate it proactively and kill it to prevent future troubles.”

"It's not that I don't trust Wu Jun's abilities, but there's more to it than meets the eye. The White Feather Realm not only seals two sleeping Buddha disciples, but it's also a gateway to various other realms. Once it's opened, I fear that demons and gods from other realms will come running at the mere mention of it."

The abbot's words also make sense, but Rahu is confident and will certainly not sit idly by and wait for Maha Nirvana to appear, much less wait for Shi Tiancang to transform into Demon Xingtian.

The identity of Mo Xingtian, or rather, Mo Luo Hanba, is extremely complex and mind-bending, yet utterly boring, and ultimately, it starts strong but ends weakly.