Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

A tranquil peak, amidst churning clouds, teeming with lurking danger.

Just as the Mad Dragon and the Yama Drought Demon were pressing their advantage—

Deep within the sea of ​​clouds, a clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out, carrying with it an inviolable aloofness and righteous spirit, echoing distinctly atop the towering peak, and causing the alarm bells of the raging dragon to ring loudly:

"We will never meet on Baiyun Pingshan, for we are both rare in the human world and in heaven."

The Mingyue Peak reappears in Heihe; without seeing Emei, Lin would not return.

As soon as the poem ended, the surging clouds seemed to be drawn apart by an invisible force, and suddenly parted to the sides. A pure and holy light shot out from the other side of the sea of ​​clouds, and where the light faded, a transcendent figure appeared.

The newcomer wore a wine-red and white Taoist robe, spotless, with a handsome and elegant face, yet his brows held a calm and aloof air that had witnessed many vicissitudes of life.

He stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by what seemed like a faint cloud of mist.

His gaze was like lightning, passing over Ye Jinming and locking onto Kuanglong Yishengxiao. His eyes were as cold as ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years, containing a long-suppressed rage.

"Mad Dragon!"

The two words were uttered with the chilling force of ice picks falling to the ground, carrying an undeniable authority.

The newcomer was none other than Yun Piaomiao Lin Wushuang, the supreme innate master of Taoism who had been absent from the world for a long time and had secluded himself in Baiyun Mountain!

He is skilled at transforming clouds and mist into his palm, which contains the transformation of Yin and Yang in Tai Chi. His momentum is like surging white clouds, unstoppable. His Ancient Cloud Sword Style is even more exquisite. It can not only integrate the flowing cloud palm, but has even reached the state of man and sword as one, defeating the enemy in an instant.

They fought to a draw with Cang, the leader of the Six Strings, and each obtained the Bright Moon and the White Rainbow.

Lin Wushuang had formed a bond with Lian Emei through a competition, but she also developed feelings for her because of it. However, having realized her mistake, Lin Wushuang chose to hide her feelings and quietly cherish their friendship.

After Ping Shan flew away long ago, Lin Wushuang also chose to seal himself off at Baiyun Mountain.

And now that it has reappeared, it is naturally Ye Jinming's doing. After all, I had long anticipated that Kuanglong had ill intentions, so I was prepared.

After a furious shout, Lin Wushuang flipped his palm and struck out, laughing as he charged straight at Kuanglong.

Kuanglong laughed, furious at Lin Wushuang's appearance. The moment the poem was recited, his manic expression froze, and a hint of fear and a deeper twisted hatred flashed in his eyes.

Seeing the giant cloud-like hand hurtling towards him, he let out a strange cry and retreated like a ghost, instantly shrinking behind the massive, mountain-like body of the Yama Drought Demon. He cried out, "Little Drought Demon, help! This pretty boy is going to kill me!"

Yama Hanba snorted coldly, seemingly disdainful of Kuanglong's behavior, but he dared not be careless in the face of Lin Wushuang's sudden and powerful palm strike.

With a slight slump in his shoulders, he didn't use the Yama Desolate God Slash, but simply raised his right palm and pushed it out horizontally!

There are no fancy tricks, no variations, only the purest and most domineering power!

The moment the palm struck, a surge of blood-red, violent demonic energy erupted, condensing into a solid, dark red palm print. The space around the palm print faintly appeared to be burning and distorted, carrying the heat and destructive aura that could burn the eight wastelands, and fiercely met the giant palm of billowing white clouds!

The two strongest in the world, at the pinnacle of good and evil, clash with each other's palms!

"boom--"

A deafening roar, so deep it was almost muffled, sounded like two meteorites colliding!

Centered on the point where the two palms collided, a terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye, suddenly spread out in a ring!

The hard rocky ground at the summit was lifted and pulverized layer by layer like tofu! The sea of ​​clouds was completely disrupted, forming a huge void!

The gale instantly became incredibly violent, howling and sweeping everything away!

Lin Wushuang swayed slightly, took three steps back, lightly touched the ground with his toes to dissipate the immense force, and the clouds around him surged. A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Although I had guessed the strength of Yama Hanba before, experiencing it in person was still shocking.

No wonder the Emei sect members consider Yama and Hanba to be formidable enemies; they are indeed powerful!

Yama Hanba also took two steps back, the rocks beneath her feet cracked, her red hair danced wildly, and the blood-red light in her demonic eyes intensified, revealing a look of surprise.

He was confident in his special qualities and extraordinary strength, and he didn't care about anyone except Lian Emei. He never expected that someone could be his equal.

"Your name?" Yama's voice was like metal, carrying a scrutinizing tone and a hint of excitement at meeting a worthy opponent.

"Cloudy and Misty - Lin Wushuang!" Lin Wushuang flicked his whisk, draped it over his arm, and spoke in a clear, cold voice like an icy spring.

"Very good." Yama, the Drought Demon, grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile. "Killing one strongman is more exciting than killing ten pieces of trash!"

The Yama Aragami Slayer on his shoulder seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit, emitting a low hum.

"Can you do it?" Lin Wushuang's eyes sharpened, and he said no more. His figure moved suddenly, like white clouds emerging from a mountain, ethereal and unpredictable. The whisk in his hand transformed into thousands of silver threads, mixed with cloud energy as sharp as blades, covering the sky and the earth with Yama Hanba.

The offensive appears gentle, but in reality it conceals countless follow-up moves and deadly intent.

Yama Hanba laughed wildly, neither dodging nor avoiding, but instead used his bare hands to forcefully clash with Lin Wushuang's exquisite whisk and cloud energy, carrying the Burning Heaven Demon Essence!

The wind howled and the shadows flickered. The two fought with lightning speed, exchanging several blows in an instant. Their energy radiated in all directions, yet they were still evenly matched!

After three probing moves, both sides realized that the other was no easy opponent and stopped holding back.

Lin Wushuang's figure stabilized, he gathered his qi in his dantian, and held Tai Chi with both palms. Cloud qi gathered wildly around him, forming a turbulent sea of ​​clouds behind him. His Dao Yuan surged to its peak!

"Clouds surge and roar!" With a clear shout, both palms shot out simultaneously, and the boundless clouds transformed into towering waves, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly, concealing countless fierce and hidden forces, sweeping towards the Yama Drought Demon!

This move may seem gentle, but it actually contains the power to shatter mountains and split the earth.

Yama Hanba's eyes flashed with fierceness. He finally gripped the hilt of Yama Desolate God Slash with his other hand. As demonic energy poured in, the dark red blade was wrapped in tangible demonic flames of destruction. With a swing of his arms, it slashed through the sky, bringing with it a crimson inferno-like blade light!

"Enma Shinra!"

His sword moves were simple and direct, yet they condensed his domineering demonic energy, using force to overcome skill and destruction to counter the long-lasting power, fiercely slashing at the cloud-like palm force!

Ultimate moves clash!

"Boom—"

This time, the explosion was far louder than before, as if the sky had shattered and the earth's veins had churned!

The blinding white light and crimson demonic energy intertwined and exploded, illuminating the entire peak as if it were daytime!

A terrifying energy storm raged, sweeping countless rocks high into the sky, only to turn them into dust!

The entire tranquil peak was shaking violently, as if it might collapse at any moment!

The heavens are filled with sorrow and the earth is desolate; the sun and moon have lost their light!

The storm subsided and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Lin Wushuang and Yanmo Hanba were each thrown back several feet, their feet carving deep furrows.

Lin Wushuang's face was slightly pale, and the clouds around him were somewhat disordered, but his eyes remained sharp as swords.

Yama, the drought demon, stood with his sword in hand, demonic flames surging, his chest rising and falling slightly, but his fighting spirit was even higher.

In this fierce exchange, the two remained evenly matched, with neither gaining a clear advantage...