Thunderbolt: I Became the Human Emperor in the Bitter Realm

Those who know the truth may not have surfaced yet, so there's no rush.

He remained secluded from the world, watching silently, which was also a form of spiritual support. Naturally, one could see his joy, and who could change that much?

Cultivating the soul is indeed very slow, and if you want to rely on external forces, you must be able to withstand the strain.

He naturally has no problem.

As the soul integrates and absorbs, it is unknown when all the spiritual essence will be absorbed and become a part of one's own power. It can be said that one is fundamentally improved, rather than belonging to external forces.

This part also stems from his own insights, and he is absolutely right.

In that case, the results are almost guaranteed; as long as we persevere, anything is possible.

A true strong person doesn't care about so much ignorance. As long as they keep going, they will have a strong start. This is their strategy and their inner understanding.

Let it settle and settle some more, no rush.

At this moment in the Central Plains of the Bitter Realm, the Demon Buddha Mara descended once more, breaking through the restrictions of the Nebula River, so naturally there was no major problem.

With the descent of the Demon Buddha, a tremendous storm has arisen in the Bitter Realm, and it is now terrifying beyond measure.

Numerous hidden forces are also emerging, hoping to gain more support.

But it's obviously not easy.

Su Huanzhen and his group wanted to request help, which was nothing more than asking for strange experts.

Chen Yu is the first choice.

You said you haven't forgotten at all the fierce battle he fought against the Abandoned Emperor.

But now, he's nowhere to be found, living a carefree life, with no one to turn to.

As for getting his people to come to him, that's not an easy task, and I believe everyone is well aware of that.

Such a real variable is truly immeasurable. Forget about changing anything, we should just strive to become stronger, which is undoubtedly our greatest aspiration.

True strength speaks for itself; we can wait and see, and it's clear to everyone.

Who would want to feel this way?

But what can they do if they don't want to? They can only deal with it in their own way. Besides, the internal power struggles that arise with the arrival of the Four Wonders are also undeniable.

The final outcome is either continuous decline, disappearance, or eventual annihilation.

Of course, those who survived were all very calculating people, and naturally did not have so many ulterior motives.

Naive people are ultimately destined to be schemed against; in the end, it all boils down to one conclusion: they are not strong enough.

This is the core point. Don't think I'm joking. Those who truly understand this should have it. It's just a matter of whether you can do it. If you can, then there's no need for explanation. If you can't, then there's absolutely no need for explanation.

He's dead, what's the point of explaining?

Therefore, in such a chaotic situation, those without absolute strength can only wait silently; there is no good solution.

Such a shrewd person can also see the strength of an organization, so there's no need for any surprises.

The strong are unparalleled, while the weak can only kneel. What can they do?

No, that is the greatest sorrow, the sorrow that knows no bounds.

Life and death are beyond our control and bound by fate. No one knows how many changes will occur, but it is clear that the real changes lie here, not in regret.

The current changes, where is the true appreciation? No one knows, and no one can concern themselves with them. Isn't that (good)?

Amidst the raging flames of war and overwhelming power, the final victory still hinges on sheer strength.

Chaos, the chaos of a suffering realm, extreme chaos.

A game, a period of time—who can truly understand these answers? It's probably impossible, but ultimately, we will still move forward.

In fact, destiny is the best method; it's just a matter of how much or how little price to pay.

This is his opinion, and it's a self-evident truth; ultimately, it's due to a lack of ability.

True strength, the summary of power, is the strongest asset.

With unparalleled power, it can dissolve the invisible. Before the mysterious barrier, it is best to proceed with caution.

That's the gist of it. Whether you can understand it or not depends on your own abilities and wisdom, and you'll need to learn from others.

Despite the chaos, the place where Chen Yu meditated was perfectly peaceful and without any problems, so he could cultivate in peace.

This is the true importance of strength.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Pride of Heaven, Yan Yuanyun

At some unknown time, Chen Yu awoke, his soul and spirit perfectly unified, flawless and without any imperfections.

"Very good, the essence is enough, nothing else is needed."

These refined and exquisite spiritual powers are what he needs; he doesn't need those mixed and impure spiritual powers.

Since it has already been destroyed and lost its value, it naturally doesn't attract much attention.

In this moment of suffering, Mara, the Buddha of Demons, was once again divided into three parts, which was extremely unlucky for him, and he didn't know what to do.

Each three-pointer signifies a gradual weakening of their strength. It can be said that after the previous two rounds of adjustment and refinement, their strength has diminished considerably, and this time it has weakened even more.

It's not that he's lost his memory, or that his personality has completely changed. It has to be said that Mara, the Demon Buddha, is also a joke.

Chen Yu received the message and learned the general situation, but he didn't care. After all, he was the strong one, and the others were the weak ones, so there was no need to care. The protagonist was just that simple and straightforward.

"By the way, they also started out by taking advantage of the fall of the Demon Buddha. Should I go and send him on his way?"

As he walked along, he suddenly heard a faint sound of mourning, even weeping.

This is quite normal in the Bitter Realm, but since he happened to see it, he decided to go and see what was going on.

"Give me back my child! Give me back my child..."

A series of screams, cries of resentment, and sighs of helplessness filled the air.

It is filled with the voices of the weak, which is also unbearable for people.

At this moment, a person is snatching the baby, his eyes filled with indifference, yet he seems to be repenting for his sins. It's truly puzzling.

But snatching a baby is a heinous crime deserving of death.

Without hesitation, Chen Yu struck, knocking the man away and catching the baby in one hand.

Once the baby was in his arms, it seemed to stop crying and instead looked at him with curiosity.

Upon seeing this, the baby's mother rushed over.

"My child, my child..."

She cried and longed, wondering if he would ever give her the child back.

Chen Yu carefully returned the money to the mother.

The baby's mother was extremely grateful and kept saying thank you.

Why did he try to take your child?

"I don't know, they just grabbed it right away without saying a word."

"Is that so? Alright, go ahead and leave this place."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

The baby's mother thanked them again and quickly left with her baby, not daring to linger, leaving the man to try and snatch the child again.

At that moment, the man stood up with blood all over his mouth. When he looked at Chen Yu, he said coldly, "Do you know why I snatched the child?"

Chen Yu shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Hmph, I had to sacrifice a hundred infants to forge the Coffin of the Wicked Slayer in order to bring peace to the Bitter Realm and completely annihilate the Demon Buddha Mara."

"Is that so? What lofty and grand dreams and ideals! But what have these babies done to deserve being refined with their newborn blood and bones? I absolutely do not agree with this. Whether it is natural birth or other methods, this is the most inappropriate approach."

As Chen Yu spoke, he slapped him, sending him flying again, completely disregarding whether the other man lived or died.

No, it should be punishment.

“You monks, who claim to be Buddhists, know how to make mistakes and even commit acts of killing. I am furious. How can such behavior be compared to that of demons? If this is the case, then let the realm of suffering be destroyed. These hypocrites need not exist.”

Hearing his domineering words, the other party fell silent. At this moment, his swaying body seemed unable to hold on any longer.

"I was wrong, hahaha, I was wrong. Newborn children are the most innocent. I used the most innocent life to do the most heinous thing. I should repent. Amitabha."

With a single sound, silence fell from the spot; his mind and spirit were dead, and there was no hope of survival.

Chen Yu watched, then snorted disdainfully. He deserved to die, but what about those innocent babies?

"This world is just so chaotic and so bleak, sigh."

He shook his head, feeling helpless. All the sorrow and ignorance had already been absorbed into him, leaving him indifferent.

Just as he continued on his way, a man fled in a panic, pursued by assassins.

His injuries were already quite severe.

Chen Yu watched and immediately rescued the man. He had always been furious with these assassins.