Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Ye Jinming stared at the leaping "little sun" in his palm, and could clearly feel the immense power contained within it, enough to drive countless martial artists mad.

It's like a pillow appearing when you're about to fall asleep; when you're about to fight Yama and Hanba, a weakened version of immortality appears.

However, the immortality gained from absorbing the Dragon Essence allows for rapid healing after injuries, quickly repairing internal and external wounds, and restoring power far beyond that of ordinary people. But the more severe the injury, the slower the recovery.

Therefore, one should be cautious and prudent if one really wants to confront Yama and Hanba head-on.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Jinming took a deep breath, adjusted his internal energy, and brought himself to his best condition.

Then, tilting his head back, he opened his mouth and swallowed the ball of golden dragon essence directly into his stomach!

"boom--"

It was as if it had swallowed an erupting volcano!

The moment the dragon essence entered the stomach, it did not slide down the esophagus, but instead transformed into an extremely hot torrent that exploded!

The violent and unparalleled yang energy surged and crashed wildly along the meridians and blood vessels like thousands of angry dragons!

Wherever it passed, a tearing, throbbing pain shot through the meridians, the blood seemed to boil, and the bones made a soft, unbearable creaking sound.

Ye Jinming let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning crimson, a visible white column of vapor rising from the top of his head, and fine golden light shooting out from every pore on his body.

He sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, and rapidly circulated his profound internal energy, fully guiding and refining this sudden and immense power.

The pain and burning sensation lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Gradually, the rampaging, violent energy began to be tamed by the cultivation technique, merging into the limbs and bones, and settling in the dantian.

An unprecedented sense of fullness and power filled his entire body. He could feel his internal energy growing and undergoing a qualitative change at an astonishing speed, his flesh and bones becoming denser and stronger, his internal organs radiating vitality, and even his senses becoming more acute than ever before.

Even the soft sound of a leaf hitting the ground dozens of feet away in the courtyard could be clearly heard.

He opened his eyes, a fleeting golden light flashing within them before returning to its deep gaze. He raised his hand, and a faint golden sheen shimmered beneath his skin before disappearing again.

"One-seventh of the Dragon Essence has such an effect..." Ye Jinming slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the heat of which actually burned a faint mark on the stone slab in front of him.

Then, Ye Jinming slashed with his sword, instantly cutting open his arm, but before any blood could flow, it healed completely.

Feeling the surging new life force within him, and the barely perceptible, burning wildness hidden deep within his bloodline, Ye Jinming's smile involuntarily faded...

Although the Dragon Essence is good, it also has significant side effects. If it cannot be refined quickly, there is a risk of transformation into a beast.

Then Ye Jinming began to exert his power, circulating his true essence to temper the dragon essence power within his body.

Just as Ye Jinming was refining the volatile Dragon Essence, the martial world was also in turmoil, with constant conflicts and disputes.

Slender reeds sway in the wild wind, and two figures stand waiting for the most beautiful moment between life and death.

Since ancient times, the law of the jungle has prevailed, and life and death have been predetermined.

The first battle of the strong. He swallowed the Heavenly Peril Blade, a weapon of divine intoxication and delusion, and his hair turned white overnight. The blade was now only imbued with the bloodthirsty urge to kill. The Child of Forgiveness broke the seal, smoke billowing like halberds, his slaughter as swift as lightning.

In the second location of the desolate grasslands, the Devouring Buddha Child faced off against Ye Xiaochai. One was a powerful demon general with deep cunning, and the other was a righteous and ruthless swordsman.

The third party is also a battle between kings and hegemons. The principle of mutual generation and restraint of all things unfolds on the open field.

The reborn demon lord Yanmo Hanba and the reborn master of Yiliu, Beichen Yuanhuang.

At the same time, in the realm of nothingness, a murderous aura suddenly descended!

Ghostly Wisdom, Underworld Insight, Demonic Insight, Evil Wisdom, and other prophets from the otherworldly demon realm led their demonic soldiers to forcefully invade the border, surrounding Mu Shaoai, Tan Wuyu, and Jin Bazhen at the core.

The two prophets—Ghost Knows and Underworld Sight—were elusive in their movements. One wielded a staff, emanating a strange and demonic aura, while the other wielded dark and mysterious power. Working in perfect harmony, they entangled Jin Bazhen.

Although Jin Bazhen's cultivation was decent, he was no match for the opponent's overwhelming force. Under the opponent's dense and unpredictable attacks, he gradually felt his strength waning, and he could only defend more than attack. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

On the other hand, Yao Wen, Xie Hui, and the enormous and incredibly strong Yan Shi Gang formed a three-person formation, surrounding Tan Wuyu in the center.

The demon's voice was shrill: "Those who surrender will be enslaved, those who resist will die without a grave!"

Tan Wuyu held a whisk, his expression calm, but his eyes were cold: "A prophet of the Demon Realm? How laughable!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his whisk, and thousands of silver threads, like waterfalls and swords, attacked the seemingly heaviest corpse vat. In reality, this was a hidden move, aimed at the gap in the cooperation between Yao Wenxiehui.

On the other hand, Ye Chongsheng led his men to confront Mu Shaoai.

Mu Shaoai appeared relaxed, but her eyes were sharp as needles: "Oh dear, how about stating your name again?"

Ye Chongsheng coldly declared, "Heavenly Silkworm Devouring the Moon - Ye Chongsheng!"

Mu Shaoai blinked, her tone slightly mocking, "A silkworm? Just a worm."

"Arrogant!" Ye Chongsheng roared, the black mist suddenly expanded, and his figure attacked Mu Shaoai like a ghost, his five fingers forming claws, carrying a corrosive evil aura.

A mutated and evil body emerges, its power unmatched.

Mu Shaoai's expression hardened, and he swiftly tapped his pipe, transforming it into specks of cold starlight: "Cloud Shadows Drifting!"

His movements became fluid and unpredictable, like clouds and mist, and he managed to dodge the claw attack in the nick of time, then thrust his sword at Ye Chongsheng's ribs with a backhand.

Ye Chongsheng dodged to the side, his claws sweeping across the ground, leaving five charred marks: "Excellent swordsmanship! Hah!"

The attack changed again, transforming claws into palms, and a chilling palm force pressed down like a tidal wave.

Mu Shaoai's swordplay flowed accordingly, shifting from light and agile to deep and focused: "Soaring into the Dark!"

The blade flashed like a wild goose skimming the sky, its trajectory unpredictable, skillfully deflecting and redirecting the chilling palm strike.

A strange light flashed in Ye Chongsheng's eyes: "Changing sword techniques, interesting!"

He could see that Mu Shaoai's moves were exquisite and his inner strength was extraordinary. He immediately put away his contempt, raised his evil energy again, and the black mist around his body solidified into a tangible substance.

As soon as the evil move was unleashed, the sky seemed to darken, a mournful wind howled, and streaks of black energy, like weeping and lamenting, came from all directions to strangle Xiang Mu Shao Ai.

Mu Shaoai unfolded his pipe, as stable as a flat plain and as unshakable as a stabilizing pillar, blocking and dispersing the incoming black energy one by one.

However, Ye Chongsheng's move was incredibly powerful. Although Mu Shaoai tried his best to resist, his feet sank three feet into the ground, and his blood and qi churned slightly.

On the other hand, Tan Wuyu is fighting Yan Shigang, Xie Hui, and Yao Wen alone, and the battle has also entered a fierce stage.

The demonic energy in the corpse vat boiled, its fists and palms splitting mountains and shattering rocks; the evil wisdom's magic was cunning, disturbing the mind; the demonic senses moved strangely, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Despite being surrounded, Tan Wuyu wielded his weapon with ease. His whisk was sometimes as sharp as a sword and sometimes as long as a whip. Yue Caizi displayed his martial arts skills to the fullest, seemingly handling the attacks of the three men with ease. Occasionally, he would counterattack, forcing his opponents into a state of panic.

On Jin Bazhen's side, however, she was in dire straits. Gui Zhiming and Jian were working together seamlessly, unleashing one demonic attack after another. She had already been hit several times, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She was gradually feeling exhausted from the fierce battle and could only barely hold on.

Tan Wuyu, with his keen eyesight, saw that Jin Bazhen was in dire straits. Thinking of Leng Shuixin's grudge, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he resolved to fight quickly and decisively.

He withdrew his whisk, channeling yin and yang energy into his palms, unleashing a surge of powerful true qi that locked onto Yan Shigang, his sworn enemy: "The feud with Leng Shuixin will be settled with this move! Hah—"

Yan Shigang also sensed a deadly threat. He roared and pushed all his demonic power to the limit, his muscles bulging and demonic energy surging as he unleashed his most powerful attack...