All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The earthen house was pitch black and deathly silent; the candles had long since gone out, and only the faint, heavy breathing of the three people remained.

Yao Guang, Wen Xuyan, and Wen Yan remained unconscious, their bodies burning hot, twitching slightly from time to time, and strange whispers never ceasing in their minds.

In the corner, the village chief, who was originally covered in wounds and barely breathing, slowly began to move.

The weariness and sorrow on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a strange and chilling smile.

That smile, filled with extreme arrogance and disdain, was completely different from the frail and helpless old man he had been before.

"Click-click-click"

The crisp sound of bones moving was particularly jarring in the deathly silent earthen house.

The village chief slowly raised his head. His originally cloudy eyes had now become dark and deep, without any light, yet they exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

He no longer relied on the withered wooden cane and stood up lightly, his movements smooth and steady, showing no trace of his serious injury and weakness.

The deep wound on his arm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black fluid and bloodstains dried and fell off instantly, revealing intact skin.

"Heh, this time the nutrients are quite good."

The village chief's voice, no longer hoarse and weak, had become deep and cold, carrying a condescending indifference, echoing in the dark earthen house.

He slowly walked to Yao Guang and the other two, looking down at them with no pity in his eyes, only scrutiny and satisfaction towards his "prey".

"There are just too many fools in all the heavens and myriad realms."

"They only know how to fight and kill, vying for the fortune of the heavens and the power of origin, but they don't know that the most precious nourishment has never been these things."

A more eerie smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his tone full of amusement: "These transmigrators from Earth, their emotions are the real treasure."

"Despair, fear, resentment, obsession... these intense emotions can cultivate the purest ash, nourish me, and nourish this garden."

"Keep them confined in this little world, letting them endure despair and fear day after day. No matter how much food they want, it's a piece of cake."

The village chief's words were cold and cruel, completely revealing the truth about the village—the so-called evil god, immortal, and Nianhui were nothing more than a cover for him to keep "nourishment" in his captivity.

The villagers, and these time travelers, were never survivors, but rather his carefully bred "prey." Their emotions were the nourishment he relied on for survival.

His gaze fell on Wen Xuyan and Wen Yan, paused slightly, and his tone held a hint of surprise: "However, these Wen siblings should have been rotten and numb long ago."

"I thought their emotions had long been worn down and could no longer produce much nourishment."

"I never expected such intense emotions to erupt this time. It's wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"

As he said this, a hint of greed and excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he could feel that intense emotion nourishing him little by little.

"In that case, let me help you."

The village chief slowly raised his right hand, and a strange, blood-red light emanated from his fingertips. The light was cold and viscous, emitting a nauseating, rotten smell, somewhat similar to the sap of a dead tree, but even more eerie and terrifying.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his finger, and the blood-red light, like a venomous snake, shot towards the unconscious Wen Xuyan, precisely piercing into her body.

Wen Xuyan's body convulsed suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly, and a trace of black liquid seeped from the corner of his mouth. His already burning body became even hotter, and a faint blood-red halo surrounded him.

Having done all this, the village chief smiled with satisfaction, then turned and walked towards the door of the earthen house without lingering any longer.

He pushed open the dilapidated door, and a strong smell of blood and decay instantly rushed into the room, mingling with the eerie atmosphere inside.

Outside the door, the sky was still gray, and a cold wind howled, making a soft "rustling" sound, as if welcoming his arrival.

In the village, a few surviving villagers huddled in a corner, trembling, their eyes empty and numb. Some had been corrupted by spiritual pollution, muttering strange words incessantly.

The ground was still covered with bloodstains and mangled corpses, a scene of utter devastation and horrific horror.

The village chief stood at the entrance, coldly surveying the entire village. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if everything before him was nothing more than insignificant dust.

"It's time to tidy up my garden."

His voice was cold and indifferent, carrying an undeniable resolve: "These useless pieces of trash are just a waste of space. Why not use them as nourishment to nurture the next batch of 'seeds'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief slowly raised his right hand, and a dense black light emanated from his palm. The light was cold and violent, and it instantly swept over the entire village.

A powerful and eerie force suddenly rose up, enveloping the surviving villagers huddled in the corner and the mangled corpses on the ground.

"No—! Help!"

Some villagers reacted and let out piercing screams, struggling desperately to escape, but their bodies seemed to be locked in invisible shackles, unable to move at all.

The village chief's eyes were cold and unmoved, and he flicked his finger slightly.

That powerful and eerie force exerted itself instantly, sweeping up all the villagers and their mangled corpses, and hurling them violently into the withered forest outside the village!

"Thump—thump—!"

One after another, figures crashed heavily onto the ground of the withered forest, making dull thuds, but strangely, no screams were heard.

The villagers and corpses that were thrown over were visibly twisting and deforming, their skin gradually drying out and turning black, like the bark of a dead tree.

Their limbs slowly stretched and lengthened, transforming into twisted branches that sank deep into the soil. Their bodies gradually grew thicker, becoming the trunks of withered trees.

Black sap seeped from their "bodies," flowing slowly down the branches and merging with the surrounding withered trees.

In a short while, the villagers and corpses were completely transformed into brand-new dead trees, standing in the forest of dead trees, no different from the original dead trees, as if they had always grown here.

The entire withered forest became even more eerie and sinister, and the chilling atmosphere grew stronger, as if this were a tomb that devoured life.

The village chief stood at the village entrance, watching everything indifferently, his face expressionless, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

After all the villagers and corpses had turned into withered trees, he slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked step by step toward his house. His steps were steady and composed, and his back was cold and eerie.

His house, located deep in the village, was dilapidated and simple, no different from the houses of other villagers. But no one knew what terrifying secret was hidden behind this simple mud house.

Time slips away, little by little.

Inside the earthen house, it was still pitch black. Yao Guang and the other two were still unconscious on the ground. However, Wen Xuyan's body was trembling more and more frequently, and the blood-red aura around him was becoming more and more intense.

After an unknown amount of time, a fierce fight broke out, and a hurried and painful cry suddenly reached Yao Guang's ears, shattering the deathly silence of the earthen house.

"Xuyan! Wake up!"

"I'm your brother! Stop attacking me!"

It was a gentle voice!

His voice was filled with pain, anxiety, confusion, and a hint of despair; clearly, he was enduring immense suffering.

Yao Guang's consciousness was gradually awakened by this shout.

His head was still dizzy, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and intense pain kept coming. His body was still burning hot, and his strength had not fully recovered.

He shook his dizzy head with difficulty, trying to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he couldn't open them no matter what he did.

"Xu Yan! Stop! I beg you!"

Wen Yan's shouts came again, accompanied by a dull thud and Wen Xuyan's low, eerie roar.

Yao Guang's heart tightened, and a strong sense of crisis surged into her heart instantly.

He gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and finally, slowly opened his eyes.

Visibility remained blurry; one could only vaguely make out two figures locked in fierce combat inside the earthen house.

He struggled to turn his head toward the direction from which the sound came. The scene before him caused his pupils to shrink instantly, his whole body to tense up, and an extreme shock and fear instantly swept over him.

Wen Yan was covered in wounds, the wound on his chest had reopened, and blood was seeping out continuously. His face was as pale as paper, and his breath was weak. He was desperately dodging the attacks.

And the person who attacked him was none other than Wen Xuyan!

At this moment, Wen Xuyan's eyes were empty and cold, without any light. His face was expressionless, only indifferent. A dense blood-red aura surrounded him.

Her movements became exceptionally swift and violent. Her hands, with their nails turning sharp and black, frantically clawed at Wen Yan. Each attack was filled with deadly intent, showing no mercy whatsoever.

A low, eerie roar escaped her lips, not like a human voice, but rather like that of some monster controlled by an evil god, cold and sinister.

"Xu Yan... how could you...?"

As Wen Yan dodged, he cried out in pain, his eyes filled with confusion and despair. He couldn't understand why his beloved younger sister had suddenly become like this, and why she would kill him so cruelly.

Upon seeing this, Yao Guang's heart sank, and a strong sense of anxiety and helplessness welled up within him.

It was the village chief, that blood-red light, that changed Wen Xuyan!

"Stop! Wen Xuyan!"

Yao Guang shouted, his tone urgent and anxious. He wanted to get up immediately to stop Wen Xuyan and save him.

He gritted his teeth, braced his hands on the ground, and desperately tried to stand up, but just as his body was about to leave the ground—

An extremely intense and bizarre wave of mental pollution suddenly swept in from all directions, instantly engulfing his entire body!

"Buzz—!"

In his mind, countless eerie and piercing whispers instantly resounded, dense and persistent, like countless steel needles piercing his nerves.

Intense pain and dizziness instantly swept over his entire body, causing his vision to go black and all his strength to vanish in an instant.

"Thump—!"

Yao Guang's hands went limp, and she collapsed heavily to the ground. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes turned bloodshot again, and her mind began to blur once more.

He looked at Wen Xuyan, who was still attacking Wen Yan frantically not far away. Seeing Wen Yan's disheveled appearance and his body covered in wounds, he was filled with anxiety and resentment.

He tried to struggle, to stand up, to stop it all, but his body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, unable to move at all.

The erosion of his mind was growing stronger, the whispers in his head were becoming more and more jarring, and his reason was being devoured little by little.

Not far away, Wen Xuyan's attacks became increasingly violent, Wen Yan's injuries became more and more severe, his breath became weaker and weaker, and his dodging movements became increasingly sluggish.

"Narrative...I...I can't hold on much longer..."

Wen Yan's voice was hoarse and weak, carrying a hint of despair. He looked at his sister, who had become unfamiliar and terrifying, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

Yao Guang lay on the ground, clenching his teeth, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He used all his strength to fight against the mental pollution and to get up, but it was all in vain.

He could only watch helplessly as Wen Xuyan approached Wen Yan step by step, as Wen Yan gradually sank into despair, as tragedy was about to unfold.

Inside the earthen house, the sounds of fighting, roaring, and painful cries mingled together, creating an eerie and desolate atmosphere.

Outside the door, the cold wind still howled, and from the withered forest came eerie rustling sounds, as if mocking, or perhaps waiting, waiting for new nourishment to arrive.

The village chief remained inside his earthen house, seemingly doing something, while an even more eerie and terrifying aura slowly emanated from within.

In Yao Guang's heart, there was only endless anxiety and unwillingness, and a trace of despair—what should he do to save Wen Yan, to awaken Wen Xuyan, and to get out of this damned predicament?