All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Boom—!

High above, thunder surged like ink, and thick dark clouds were torn apart by violent spiritual energy. Strands of purple lightning as thick as buckets danced and surged, illuminating the entire sky with flickering light and darkness, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.

Wu Xusong's roar still echoed between heaven and earth, and the thunder dragon formed by his entire body's thunder power had already transformed into an unstoppable purple torrent, carrying a world-destroying force, and rushed toward Su Qingyuan!

The Thunder Dragon was enormous, hundreds of feet long, with scales forged from pure lightning. Each scale shimmered with dazzling purple light. Its horns were sharp and its fangs were exposed. It constantly spewed out strands of lightning from its mouth. Wherever it passed, the void was scorched and distorted, emitting a piercing "sizzling" sound. Even the air was ionized into a pale purple mist.

Su Qingyuan stood in the void, her white robes fluttering in the wind, her long hair flowing freely. There was no trace of panic on her face, only her eyes, as cold as a deep, ancient pool, staring intently at the charging thunder dragon. Deep within her eyes, a torrent of hatred and resentment surged—a hatred etched into the very bones of all transmigrators.

The thunder dragon drew ever closer, its violent lightning power already sweeping in. The sharp wind whipped Su Qingyuan's robes, making them flutter wildly, and even sent shivers of pain through her skin. Yet she remained motionless, as if she had long since disregarded life and death.

Just as the Thunder Dragon's claws were about to touch the hem of her clothes, a sudden change occurred!

Su Qingyuan's figure suddenly became ethereal, like a candle flickering in the wind or a reflection of the moon in the water. The next second, she transformed into a sky full of colorful light spots and disappeared into the void!

"Um?!"

Wu Xusong's pupils contracted sharply, the ferocity on his face instantly freezing, a flicker of astonishment and disbelief crossing his eyes. "Disembowelment? She actually chose disembowelment?!"

"Disintegration of the Body" is a life-saving method for cultivators in dire straits, where they abandon their physical body and use the power of their soul to temporarily avoid danger and reassemble their remaining body. However, this method is extremely costly, and if one is not careful, both soul and spirit will be destroyed, and one will never be able to be reborn.

He never expected that Su Qingyuan would be so resolute, preferring to die by suicide!

Before Wu Xusong could think further, a low hum suddenly came from the void. The hum did not come from the Thunder Dragon, but from the depths of the void, as if some terrifying existence was slowly awakening.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black crack quietly appeared where Su Qingyuan's figure had disappeared. The crack continued to expand, with endless chaotic energy surging inside. A powerful and suffocating divine soul pressure slowly emanated from the crack, instantly sweeping across the entire world.

"What...what kind of aura is this?!"

Just then, an enormous hand slowly emerged from the void rift!

The palm was translucent, glowing faintly, with clearly visible lines on the palm and each finger incredibly thick, like a giant pillar supporting the sky. In the instant it was extended, it dispelled all the surrounding lightning power, and even the surging dark clouds were forced to retreat slowly by the palm's power.

The giant hand moved slowly, its target clear, reaching straight for the jade flute that Su Qingyuan had previously conjured in the void.

The jade flute was pure white, carved from thousand-year-old cold jade. Its color was as warm and smooth as a clear spring, and it faintly exuded a trace of blood aura. It was Su Qingyuan's natal magic weapon - the Jade Flute of Azure Blood. At this moment, it was floating in the void, emitting a faint glow, as if waiting for its master's summons, and it faintly echoed the aura of the giant hand.

The giant hand moved slowly, yet it carried an irresistible force, compressing the surrounding void and causing it to slightly cave in. Finally, it firmly grasped the jade flute.

The moment the giant hand grasped the jade flute, the chaotic energy in the void became even denser, and the pitch-black crack expanded several times over. Then, an enormous phantom slowly emerged from the crack.

The phantom was semi-transparent, dressed in the same white robes as Su Qingyuan, with long hair reaching her waist and an exquisitely beautiful face, resembling Su Qingyuan. However, its size was dozens of times larger than Su Qingyuan's, like a goddess from the heavens, surrounded by a faint colorful halo, a sign that the power of the divine soul had been condensed to its extreme.

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul slowly opened her eyes. Those eyes were colder and deeper than before, devoid of any emotion, only filled with boundless hatred. She stared intently at Wu Xusong and the thunder dragon beneath him, her voice seemingly coming from the heavens above and the depths below, icy and piercing, echoing throughout the world: "Wu Xusong, you deserve to die."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a powerful spiritual force that entered everyone's ears, causing their minds to tremble. Low-level cultivators were even knocked unconscious by the shock.

Wu Xusong's face darkened completely, and his unease turned into fear. But now, he could not back down even a step.

"So what if you manage to conjure a phantom of your divine soul?" Wu Xusong roared, forcibly suppressing his apprehension. The lightning power around him surged once more. "After your physical disintegration, your divine soul power will be exhausted sooner or later!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Xusong controlled the Thunder Dragon and charged towards Su Qingyuan's illusory soul image once again. This time, the Thunder Dragon was faster and more powerful. The lightning threads it spewed out had transformed into thick bolts of lightning, which rained down on Su Qingyuan's illusory soul image like a storm.

Facing the charging thunder dragon, Su Qingyuan's illusory soul remained completely calm. She slowly raised the giant hand holding the Jade Flute and gently brought the flute to her lips.

The movements were slow, yet carried an indescribable majesty. Everything around seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the slowly moving giant hand and the glowing jade flute.

The next second, a clear yet powerful flute melody slowly rang out from the mouth of Su Qingyuan's illusory soul!

The flute music was initially gentle, like a clear mountain spring flowing slowly. But in just an instant, the music suddenly became violent, like a thunderclap or the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. It burst forth from the jade flute with a world-destroying power, transforming into an enormous sound wave that swept outwards!

These sound waves were not visible to the naked eye, yet they possessed terrifying destructive power. Wherever they passed, the void, like a fragile glass vessel, was vibrated by the high-frequency sound waves, and visible, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear. Within these cracks lay endless void and absolute silence. The lightning that blocked the sound waves was instantly torn apart by them, turning into countless lightning fragments that dissipated into the void.

"not good!"

Wu Xusong's expression changed drastically, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart. He could feel that the power of this sound wave far exceeded his expectations. Even his Thunder Dragon might not be able to withstand it!

But at this moment, Lei Long had already charged out and there was no time to retreat. Wu Xusong could only grit his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes, and he slammed his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, and shouted sharply, "Lei Long, return to your origin!"

The moment the blood essence was spurted out, it was absorbed into the Thunder Dragon's body. The Thunder Dragon let out a deafening roar, and its scales swelled up again, the purple light becoming even more dazzling. The lightning power on the dragon's body condensed into a thick lightning shield, blocking in front of it, trying to resist the terrifying sound wave.

But all of this was in vain.

The powerful sound waves crashed into the lightning shield in front of the thunder dragon. There was no earth-shattering collision sound, only a low hum. Then, the seemingly indestructible lightning shield was torn apart by the sound waves as if it were made of paper, turning into a sky full of lightning and disappearing.

The sound wave struck the Thunder Dragon's body without any pause!

Click—click—!

A series of ear-piercing cracking sounds rang out as the scales on the Thunder Dragon's body shattered and fell off under the impact of the sound waves. Each time a scale shattered, a stream of scalding dragon blood would spurt out. The dragon blood fell into the void and was instantly ionized into a pale purple mist, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

"Awooo—!"

The Thunder Dragon let out a mournful roar, filled with pain and despair. Its massive body trembled and retreated under the impact of the sound waves, its wounds multiplying and its blood splattering, staining the entire void red.

The Thunder Dragon was formed from the condensed power of his entire body's thunder. When the Thunder Dragon was damaged, he himself suffered a great backlash, his soul felt a sharp pain, and the spiritual energy in his body began to become disordered.

Wu Xusong roared, forcibly suppressing the backlash within his body. His hands rapidly formed hand seals, and he chanted incantations. The lightning power around him surged wildly once more, pouring entirely into the Thunder Dragon's body. "Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

As Wu Xusong let out another dragon roar, this time it was no longer one of pain and despair, but one filled with madness and violence. His massive body shuddered violently, and a large amount of dragon blood gushed from his wounds. Yet, his speed increased dramatically once more. Dragging his battered body, he gathered the remaining lightning power in his entire body and, like a mad dragon, crashed fiercely into Su Qingyuan's illusory soul!

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul had cold eyes and showed no fear. She still held the Jade Flute and continued to play it. The flute music became more and more violent, and the sound waves became stronger and stronger, constantly impacting the Thunder Dragon's body and making the Thunder Dragon's injuries more and more serious.

Lei Long was now completely enraged, disregarding his own injuries and stubbornly enduring the impact of the sound waves as he relentlessly approached Su Qingyuan's illusory soul image, getting closer and closer.

Finally, under the constant impact of the flute music, the Thunder Dragon's body was riddled with holes, its scales almost all fell off, and dragon blood flowed continuously from its wounds. Yet, it still rushed to Su Qingyuan's illusory soul image. With a mighty swing of its massive tail, carrying a world-destroying force, it lashed out fiercely at Su Qingyuan's illusory soul image!

This swing contained the last of Lei Long's power and all of Wu Xusong's hopes. The force was so great that it caused the surrounding void to tremble violently, and even caused huge cracks to appear, as if the entire void would collapse completely in the next second.