Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Cough cough~"

Su Huanzhen interrupted Ya Shao, saying that he had already seen Luo Hou standing in the audience and that it was inappropriate to say such things in front of others.

Ya Shao immediately realized: "Lun Haiping, you have committed many evils. If we let the tiger return to the mountain, it will only cause more sacrifices in the future."

"This is the helplessness of the martial arts world."

"Very well, then let me end this helpless situation and draw my sword."

Su Huanzhen took action and turned the case into an ironclad one, which made the people in the Public Pavilion cheer and wait to see Ya Shao fight.

Luo Hou smiled.

Qin Jiaxian tilted her head and looked at him: "Your accomplice has been exposed, and you can still laugh?"

"Even Su Huanzhen can make mistakes."

Qin Jiaxian was a smart man: "Could there be some hidden story behind this?"

"Spoilers ruin one's character."

In front of the pavilion, the host, jury, and witnesses voluntarily made way for a large open space, allowing the two masters to confront each other.

Ya Shao said proudly, "After one move, all grudges will be settled."

Cang Haiping was enraged: "You have quite the nerve."

When the Heavenly Blade is unleashed, hatred severs the ends of the earth.

A desperate gamble, a bloodbath ensues.

kill.

drink.

Canghai Ping rushed over, and all everyone saw was Ya Shao drawing his sword and then sheathing it. The sword light filled the sky, so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

"The future life is to be feared."

Cang Haiping knelt on the stage, filled with resentment yet helpless.

Blood gushed from the middle of his neck, scattering onto the dust.

Su Huanzhen sighed: "All this is over. Miss Manlu, thank you for being willing to testify."

Jun Manlu bid farewell and left.

Uncle Jiuzhou walked coldly past Dao Wuji: "I don't want to see you again. Offer incense at their graves for me."

"Alas, it's all my fault."

Dao Wuji then said to Yu Bufan, "Left Protector, thank you for your hard work."

Yu Bufan took a step back: "Ha, Chairman, I have made an appointment with Mo Dao Juechen, so please allow me to take my leave first."

"Yes, please convey my thanks to the brave warrior Mo Dao."

The crowd gradually dispersed.

"Big Brother, what bad things were you saying to Luo Hou just now? I'm going to tell Su Huanzhen."

"Young man, your midnight snack is canceled tonight."

Ye Tuling licked his lips: "Big brother, when have you ever bought me a late-night snack?"

Shut up!

Qin Jiaxian turned his head. Where was Luo Hou?

Just as Dao Wuji was being tried and Tian Dao Xiao Jian Dun was killing Cang Haiping, the other two dragons among the Five Dragons of Yutian were fighting in the Panlong Ancient Vein.

Affected by the sound waves from the Burial Dragon Wall, Mo Dao Juechen and Xiao Ri Biao lost their minds and drew their swords against each other, fighting for a whole day.

Both of them were covered in blood and panting heavily.

"Drink~"

"kill!"

In their final move, both men opened their eyes simultaneously and drew their swords at the same time, about to decide their fate.

At that moment, the Burial Dragon Wall emitted a tremendous roar, and two beams of light simultaneously struck Mo Dao Juechen and Xiao Ri Biao.

An unprecedented light of the demon god pierced through their minds, bringing back a series of past events.

Where is this place?

"We're actually in Genting Highlands."

Suddenly, five gigantic dragons with bared fangs and claws appeared in the clouds, circling endlessly in the air.

Xiao Ri Biao stretched out his fingers and counted: "Five dragons, gold, red and white, white, purple and green."

Mo Dao Juechen recalled the story Tian Dao Xiao Jian Dun had told him: "Is this the Five Dragons of the Heavenly Empire?"

"And what is that black light?"

"I don't know either."

At this moment, as the five dragons circled, a voice came from the clouds: "Dual swords self-harm, a tragedy for the dragon vein, hahahahahaha."

Xiao Ribiao asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the destiny you seek."

Xiao Ribiao turned around and stuck out his buttocks: "Bullshit!"

Mo Dao Juechen was never one to talk much, he just snorted coldly.

The voice from the clouds said again: "If you refuse to admit your worthlessness, fall into the abyss of darkness, hahahahaha."

Amidst the laughter, Mo Dao Juechen and Xiao Ri Biao lost their footing and fell straight down.

"Ah~"

After falling through the air for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Ribiao groggily woke up, clutching his head in confusion: "How did I end up here? Wasn't I just fighting that purple-eyed guy?"

"How could he fall asleep halfway through the fight?"

"It's all your fault, you love to sleep so much."

"Nonsense, I remember we fell from Genting Highlands."

The three personalities—Feng, Feng, and Feng—that coexist within Xiao Ri Biao begin to argue.

Feng is cowardly and timid.

Feng is restless and bloodthirsty.

The wind is both clever and cruel.

In the end, the clever wind prevailed. It looked around and saw a few dilapidated houses, wild forests, and fallen leaves that had buried everything.

However, Xiao Ri Biao still felt a nameless fear: "This place!"

This is the place he least wants to remember, an orphanage called Chunhuiyuan.

The Five Dragons of Yutian were originally guarding Xie Tian Yuwu in the Upper Heaven Realm, but Xie Tian Yuwu broke out of prison, and the Five Dragons of Yutian chased him to the Bitter Realm.

During the descent, all the extraterrestrial stones they were riding on, except for the one belonging to the eldest brother, who was drunk with yellow dragons, collapsed, and the dragon souls of the four dragons were reincarnated as humans.

The second son, Dao Wuji, was adopted by Dao Wuhou and inherited the large enterprise known as Tianxia Fengdao.

The third son, Ya Shao, was born into a wealthy family, and his parents left him a vast fortune.

The fourth brother, Mo Dao Juechen, was reborn as the son of the Western Regions Sword Emperor. He not only learned profound sword techniques but also possessed the power of the Grim Reaper.

The youngest son, Xiao Ribiao, was born into a poor family. His parents died early, and he became an orphan, which was taken in by the Chunhui Orphanage.

Who knew the orphanage director was a psychopath...

To make matters worse, Dao Wuji coveted the director's sword manual and came to the orphanage to steal it and kill people. His two best friends were killed by Dao Wuji while trying to cover Xiao Ri Biao's escape.

Xiao Ribiao always remembered those eyes that flashed red light, and the two friends who died for him; these became his greatest fears.

Chapter 9 Night Rain Sends a Letter to the North

Mo Dao Juechen fell from the clouds and crashed into the desolate Western Regions, his homeland.

In a daze, he turned back into an infant and was placed by his father at the sandy mouth of the Flaming Mountain.

The blazing flames flowed beneath his feet, and endless sandstorms swept through the valley. Hunger and fear made him cry out loud.

"Woo-wah~ woo-wah~"

A patrol of soldiers approached from afar.

Who left the baby here?

"It's the Sword Emperor. He's left his son here for three days and three nights, and the child is still alive."

"What a monster!"

"Yes, there was an explosion yesterday, and purple flames kept shooting out from here."

"Strange, why would the Sword Emperor mistreat his own son like this?"

"You may not know this, but to master the Wind Demon Blade, one must use this extreme training method, trapping oneself within the sandstorm and going without food or water for a hundred days, only then can one become one with the desert."

After saying that, the group left, abandoning the baby in the valley.

100 days...

Mo Dao Juechen awoke: "These are my lost memories? Why have they reappeared?"

The flames beneath his feet still flowed as they had a thousand years ago, and the sandstorms in the valley had not diminished, only his father and his clansmen had all been killed.

Mo Dao Juechen stood up and walked towards the ruins of the imperial palace.

At the end of these ruins stands a tall stone tomb, where the bones of the emperor and all his people are buried.

That day, he returned from his long journey, only to find his home gone, replaced by piles upon piles of white bones.

Mo Dao Juechen sat in front of the tomb, took out two leaves from his pocket, put them to his lips and began to blow. The melodious sound of the leaf flute echoed in the desert, and countless grains of sand were his audience.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Juechen, I knew you were here."