All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Then, the black figure slowly descended from the sky and landed on the ruins of the Lingxu Sect.

He was dressed in a black Taoist robe embroidered with strange runes. His body was shrouded in dense black demonic energy, obscuring his face. All that could be seen was a black mask with eerie patterns engraved on it, radiating an eerie aura.

In his hand, he held a black banner. The banner was entirely black and shrouded in dense black demonic energy. Countless tiny points of light could be vaguely seen on the banner. These points of light were the remnants and vengeful spirits that had been absorbed into it, emitting an eerie glow.

After landing, Mo Jin slowly raised his hand, looked at the black banner in it, and a maniacal smile appeared on his face. He laughed loudly, "Hahahaha... Fellow Daoists, look, this is my magic weapon, the Human Emperor's Sail!"

As he spoke, he waved the black banner in his hand. Black demonic energy surged from the banner, and the wails of countless remnant souls slowly emanated from it, eerie and piercing, sending chills down one's spine.

Yao Guang looked at the black banner in Mo Jin's hand, at the remnant soul on the banner, and at the dense demonic and soul energy. Her lips twitched involuntarily, and she silently complained in her heart.

Human Emperor Sail?

I think this is clearly the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!

Yao Guang, who cultivates the power of the Wrathful Demon, is extremely sensitive to soul energy and demonic energy. He can clearly sense that the banner in Mo Jin's hand is not the Emperor's Banner at all, but a magical artifact that uses remnant souls and wronged souls as nourishment to cultivate evil techniques—the Myriad Soul Banner!

This magical artifact is extremely evil and cruel. It needs to constantly devour remnant souls and wronged spirits to become powerful. Moreover, most people who cultivate this magical artifact are ruthless and unscrupulous!

Ye Fan, Shen Jianxin, and Wu Xusong also frowned, their eyes filled with vigilance and doubt.

Although they didn't understand soul energy and demonic energy as well as Yao Guang, they could still sense that the banner in Mo Jin's hand was very strange and definitely not a benevolent thing. The so-called Human Emperor's Sail was probably just a decoy.

"The Human Emperor's Sail?" Ye Fan spoke in a deep voice, his tone icy, his eyes filled with vigilance. "Fellow Daoist, the banner in your hand exudes a dense aura of soul energy and demonic energy; it is clearly an evil magic weapon, not some kind of Human Emperor's Sail."

Upon hearing Ye Fan's words, Mo Jin burst into laughter, a manic and eerie sound that echoed throughout the ruins of the Lingxu Sect: "Hahahaha... Whether it's the Human Emperor's Sail or the Myriad Soul Banner, it's just a name. As long as it makes me stronger, as long as it helps me find my way home, what does it matter what my name is?"

"The way home?" Shen Jianxin frowned, his eyes full of doubt. "Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by the way home? Are you also a transmigrator?"

Upon hearing the words "transmigrator," Mo Jin's body trembled slightly, and his tone became somewhat melancholic, no longer so frenzied: "Transmigrator? Perhaps... I don't know who I am, where I come from. I only know that I have been searching for the way home, and I have been searching for people like me who have lost their homeland."

His voice carried a hint of confusion and loneliness, as if he were a homeless child searching for his place of belonging.

Upon hearing Mo Jin's words, Ye Fan and the others felt a sense of doubt. They looked at Mo Jin, wondering whether he was telling the truth or not.

Who is he?

Is he really a man who has lost his homeland?

What kind of magical artifact is the banner in his hand?

What is his purpose in appearing here?

Questions kept surfacing in Ye Fan and the others' minds. They remained vigilant and dared not relax for a moment. After all, the demonic energy on Mo Jin's body was too strange and too terrifying. They dared not easily believe that such a demonic cultivator who practiced evil techniques would not have any ill intentions.

Seeing the wary looks in Ye Fan's and the others' eyes, Mo Jin revealed a maniacal smile once again: "Fellow Daoists, there's no need to be so wary. I have no ill intentions towards you. I was just passing by and saw so many remnant souls here, so I couldn't help but collect some."

"Moreover, I also know that you are being hunted by hunters," Mo Jin paused, his tone becoming somewhat eerie, "I might be able to help you deal with those hunters."

"Help us deal with the hunters?" A hint of doubt appeared in Ye Fan's eyes. "Why would you help us? We don't seem to know you at all?"

"Why should I help you?" Mo Jin laughed maniacally, his laughter still wild and unrestrained. "Because I hate the hunters, I hate those arrogant fools. They're also hunting me down; they also want to seize the Emperor's Sail from me!"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn't that right?" Mo Jin looked at Ye Fan and the others, his tone strange. "I'll help you deal with the hunters, and you'll help me find my way home. We're mutually beneficial, isn't that good?"

Ye Fan and the others exchanged glances, all seeing doubt and wariness in each other's eyes.

Mo Jin's words seemed to make some sense; the enemy of my enemy is indeed my friend. However, they dared not easily trust Mo Jin.

After all, Mo Jin was a demonic cultivator, and he possessed a sinister magical artifact. Was his statement true or false?

Is he trying to use them to deal with the hunters, and then turn around and use them against the hunters to steal their things?

"What you want, how can we help you?" Shen Jianxin asked in a deep voice, his tone grave. "Besides, how do we know you're telling the truth, and that you're not just trying to use us?"

Upon hearing Shen Jianxin's words, Mo Jin burst into laughter: "Hahahaha... I, Mo Jin, though a madman who has lost his homeland, never lie. What I want is very simple: to find my way home. As long as you can help me find my way home, I will help you deal with those hunters, even if it costs me my life!"

His tone sounded very sincere, but Ye Fan and the others still dared not believe him easily.

Yao Guang looked at Mo Jin, at the Myriad Souls Banner in his hand, his eyes filled with wariness. He said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, the banner in your hand is too evil. It devours remnant souls and wronged spirits, which is too cruel. If you really want to cooperate with us, please put away this evil magic weapon and stop devouring remnant souls and wronged spirits!"

Upon hearing Yao Guang's words, Mo Jin's smile froze slightly. He glanced at the Myriad Soul Banner in his hand, then at Yao Guang, his tone turning somewhat forlorn: "Put it away? Impossible!"

"This Emperor's Sail is my only reliance, my only hope for finding my way home. I cannot possibly put it away!" Mo Jin's tone became resolute, and the demonic energy around him stirred slightly. "I devour remnant souls and wronged spirits to make it stronger, so that it can help me find my way home. I have no other choice!"

Yao Guang frowned, her eyes filled with displeasure: "Even if it's to find the way home, you can't use such a cruel method. Remnant souls and wronged spirits are also lives. What you're doing is far too cruel and ruthless!"

"Cruel? Ruthless?" Mo Jin laughed loudly, his laughter tinged with sorrow and madness. "In this dog-eat-dog world, if you want to survive, if you want to find your way home, what else can you do but be cruel and ruthless?"

"I've been wandering for far too long. I've had enough of this life of constant displacement. All I want is to find my way home. All I want is to return to my own home. I don't care what it takes, I'll do it!"

Mo Jin's tone grew increasingly agitated, and the demonic energy around him intensified. The ruins of the Lingxu Sect trembled violently once more, with rubble tumbling down and the air thick with a fierce and demonic aura.

Ye Fan and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they all prepared for battle. They knew that if the argument continued, Mo Jin might very well attack them.