All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

As Yao Guang helped Wen Yan and Wen Xuyan to their feet, the fused power of anger within her body slowly circulated, but her gaze unconsciously swept across the center of the battlefield, her expression becoming increasingly solemn.

Lin Nuannuan's purple-gold energy had dimmed somewhat, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her long sword was covered with black evil god's juice, but her eyes were still sharp. Every slash she made was filled with earth-shattering rage, as she forcefully killed the powerful evil god in front of her.

Her purple-gold phantom still fought alongside her, its tentacles flapping and energy bursting forth. However, after a long and fierce battle, the phantom's form became somewhat transparent, and its power was greatly reduced.

The blue-robed youth remained composed, his left hand holding a Bagua mirror that shimmered with blue light, his right hand flicking a whisk, unleashing a barrage of Taoist incantations, yellow talismans flying everywhere, and golden incantations echoing across the battlefield. Each move could severely injure a powerful evil god, yet his aura was slightly disordered—after all, there were numerous evil gods on the other side, each with formidable strength, as well as a terrifyingly powerful evil god lurking in the shadows.

Countless black malevolent energies collided violently with purple-gold and cyan-green energy, bursting out energy fragments everywhere. The ground was smashed into countless holes, with rubble flying everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood and malevolent energy.

The evil gods, fearless of death, charged towards the two one after another. Dark tentacles, eerie energy beams, and highly corrosive black liquid covered the sky and the earth, trapping the two firmly in the center and giving them no chance to breathe.

But at that moment, a faint white light quietly appeared in the sky.

The white light was extremely faint, obscured by the overwhelming black aura and energy, and neither Lin Nuannuan, the blue-robed youth, nor the crazed evil gods noticed it.

Amidst the white light, a figure slowly emerged, dressed in simple white robes, with an ordinary face, yet exuding an aloof and detached air. There was no energy fluctuation around him, as if he were one with heaven and earth, quietly hovering in the sky, calmly looking down at the battlefield below.

This person was the rogue cultivator who had saved Lin Nuannuan from Yang Qinghuan's clutches!

The rogue cultivator squinted, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. When he saw the blue-robed youth, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. A faint smile played on his lips as he murmured softly, his tone casual yet puzzled: "How did this kid end up with that girl?"

His gaze slowly swept over the densely packed evil gods below, then looked at the shattered sky and collapsed houses around him, gently shaking his head, his tone tinged with a hint of感慨: "But this world is truly in utter chaos."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips, and a faint aura spread out, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield. When he sensed that besides Lin Nuannuan, the blue-robed youth, and Yao Guang, there were also a few faint auras from Earth, a knowing glint flashed in his eyes: "But there are quite a few transmigrators in this world too."

His gaze returned to the blue-robed youth, watching him constantly make hand seals and throw out yellow talismans as he battled the evil god. The rogue cultivator couldn't help but roll his eyes, his tone laced with a mix of teasing and helplessness: "This silly kid, these evil gods aren't fought like that."

After speaking, he gently shook his head, his expression gradually becoming more serious. He looked up into the depths of the sky, his brows furrowing slightly: "Hmm? What's going on? Has the battlefield of the Myriad Realms Secret Realm become this serious?"

He paused for a moment, his fingertips lightly rubbing his cuff, his tone returning to its usual calm, tinged with indifference: "Never mind, whether I go or not, it doesn't seem to make much difference."

The moment he finished speaking, the evil gods below, who had been fighting fiercely, suddenly stopped, and their ferocity and madness were instantly replaced by deep terror.

They all stopped attacking, stiffly raised their heads, and stared intently at the white-robed rogue cultivator high in the sky. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and the black evil energy around them was going crazy and dissipating, as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

Even the powerful evil god hidden among the evil gods, whose aura was terrifying, was now pale-faced, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror, staring intently at the white-robed rogue cultivator, not daring to breathe.

It couldn't understand how this person could appear so silently in the sky without it noticing at all!

Lin Nuannuan and the blue-robed youth noticed the strange behavior of the evil gods and stopped their attack. They subconsciously followed the evil gods' gaze and looked up at the sky.

Upon seeing the white-clad figure high in the sky, the blue-robed youth froze, his composure vanishing instantly, replaced by shock and disbelief. He instinctively uttered, "Master?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Nuannuan abruptly turned to look at the young man in blue, her eyes filled with confusion, her brows furrowed, and her tone tinged with surprise: "Master? That person is your master?"

The blue-robed youth didn't turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the white-robed rogue cultivator high in the sky. The shock on his face gradually turned into respect. He nodded heavily, his voice firm: "It's him, my master! I never imagined I'd meet him here!"

The white-robed rogue cultivator high in the sky heard the blue-robed youth's call, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and with a flicker of his figure, he silently appeared in front of the two. He still had that indifferent look, and his tone was somewhat teasing: "Haha, my good disciple, it's been a long time. You've certainly grown some skills, daring to venture into such a dangerous place alone."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the still trembling evil gods below, then looked at the blue-robed youth, shook his head slightly, and said with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "However, you made a mistake this time. These evil gods are not fought like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful evil god hidden among the evil gods' ranks instantly changed color.

not good!

He didn't even notice this person's existence!

Moreover, what did this person mean by what they just said?

He actually discovered the secret of the evil god?!

A strong sense of panic surged in the heart of the evil god. It knew better than anyone that the evil god race had a great secret—as long as their followers were still alive and controlled by their power, they would never truly die. Even if their physical bodies were destroyed, their essence would rely on the power of their followers to slowly recover and be reborn.

The only way to truly kill evil gods is to free all their followers from their control and sever their fundamental dependence on them. Otherwise, no matter how many times you kill them, they will always come back!

This secret is extremely well-kept, and even many transmigrators don't know it. Yet this white-robed rogue cultivator revealed it in a single sentence, clearly indicating that he already knew this secret!

The white-robed rogue cultivator seemed to sense the fear of the evil god, but he didn't care at all. His gaze slowly turned to Lin Nuannuan, and his tone became gentler, less teasing and more guiding: "Girl, this world has its own path to walk, and you should walk the path you are meant to walk."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it gently. A pale white light burst forth from his fingertips, quickly condensing in the air and gradually transforming into a massive spatial passage.

Within the spatial passage, a rich spatial power permeated the air, its light soft yet carrying a mysterious and powerful aura, as if connecting to another unknown world.

The white-robed cultivator pointed to the spatial passage, his gaze falling on Lin Nuannuan, his tone gentle yet firm: "This is your path. I have opened the path for you. Whether you choose to walk it or not is your choice."

He paused, then added, "The path of this world does not belong to you, but to another girl. It is not the time for you to meet now. If you want to return home and find your true home, then embark on this path."

Lin Nuannuan looked at the spatial passage in front of her, then at the white-robed rogue cultivator, her brows furrowed tightly as she fell into deep thought.

Returning home?

This is her greatest obsession since childhood, a wish she is determined to fulfill even after overcoming countless hardships and dangers, and even at the cost of tainting herself with the power of evil gods.

But will this road really allow her to return home?

She was unsure and dared not believe it easily, but she could sense that the white-robed rogue cultivator was not lying to her. His aura was clean and powerful, carrying a convincing force.

While no one was paying attention, an extremely faint and gentle divine thought quietly entered Yao Guang's mind, without any malice, only full of goodwill and guidance.

"Young man, there is no need to be sad, no need to be upset, and no need to cling to the illusions before you."

The divine voice was gentle and calm, "Your path lies in this world. If you wish to return home, live well in this world, become stronger, and when the time is right, you will naturally be able to embark on your journey home."

Yao Guang's body suddenly stiffened, and an incredulous look appeared on his face. He subconsciously looked around, but found no one acting strangely, as if the divine thought just now was just his illusion.

But he could clearly sense that the divine thought was real, and that the owner of that divine thought obviously knew his thoughts and his obsession with returning home.

Is it that white-robed rogue cultivator high in the sky?

Yao Guang's gaze unconsciously fell on the white-robed rogue cultivator, his eyes filled with doubt and gratitude.

Sadness and longing still lingered in his heart, but that divine thought was like a ray of light, illuminating his confused mind and gradually calming his restless heart.

Yes, his path lies in this realm.

He longed to return home, to see Su Wan and Xiao Yu. He couldn't remain immersed in sorrow; he needed to become stronger, to survive in this dangerous world of evil gods, and to wait for the right moment.

Yao Guang took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and the confusion and sadness in his eyes were gradually replaced by determination. The power of anger within him also became more docile and stable. He silently made up his mind that he must live well and embark on the road home.

On the other side, Lin Nuannuan pondered for a long time, and the doubt and hesitation on her face gradually disappeared without a trace, replaced by a full of determination and firmness.

She raised her head, looked at the white-robed rogue cultivator, and suddenly burst into laughter. Her laughter was bold and resolute, echoing throughout the battlefield and dispelling some of the dense murderous aura and oppressive atmosphere: "Hahaha! Good! I believe you this time!"

As her laughter subsided, her gaze slowly shifted to the still trembling evil gods below. Her eyes instantly turned icy cold, her tone filled with intense anger and resolve: "However, you say this world is not my path, but these evil gods have harmed my fellow Earthlings, slaughtered countless lives, and used us transmigrators as their nourishment. Then they must pay the price!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Nuannuan slowly raised her left hand, palm facing up. The purple-gold energy around her surged wildly once again. Even though her energy was depleted after a long and fierce battle, she still used all her strength to urge all the energy in her body, as well as her obsession with her compatriots and her anger towards the evil god.

"Using light as a guide, let your unwavering resolve transform the world!"

Lin Nuannuan roared to the sky, her voice powerful and resounding, each word filled with intense anger and determination: "I! In the name of the new god Lin Nuannuan! Construct an illusory sacrifice to appease my anger! To appease my obsession!"

As she finished her incantation, a vast and terrifying energy erupted from her body, its purple-gold light instantly enveloping the entire battlefield, more violent and dazzling than any previous energy burst.

This energy, containing all her anger, all her obsessions, all her resentment, as well as her longing for and desire to protect her compatriots, transformed into a vast illusion that swept across this world at a visible speed!

"I'll see who really is the nourishment! Who really is so lowly as to be slaughtered at will!"

The moment the words left her lips, Lin Nuannuan clutched her chest, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed from the corner of her mouth, splashing onto the ground and staining a patch of gravel red.

The sacrifice she had just made had almost exhausted all the energy in her body, even depleting her very essence. Her aura instantly became weak and listless, her face turned as pale as paper, and her body trembled uncontrollably, making it difficult for her to even stand.

The purplish-gold phantom also completely dissipated at this moment, turning into countless energy fragments that merged into her body, barely maintaining her consciousness.

She dragged her weak body, walking step by step toward the spatial passage opened by the white-robed rogue cultivator. Every step was extremely difficult, her body trembled incessantly, and blood kept seeping from the corner of her mouth.