All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul image narrowed its eyes, clearly not expecting that the thunder dragon would rush in front of it. She subconsciously activated her soul power, condensing a faint barrier in front of her.

boom--!

A deafening roar resounded as the dragon's tail lashed out at the barrier, shattering the seemingly sturdy soul barrier instantly. Then, without weakening in the slightest, the dragon's tail struck Su Qingyuan's illusory soul image directly!

Click—!

A clear cracking sound rang out. Under the heavy blow of the dragon's tail, clear cracks instantly appeared on Su Qingyuan's illusory soul. The cracks continued to spread, like a spider web, covering the entire body of the illusory soul. Faint soul power continuously overflowed from the cracks and dissipated into the void.

"puff--!"

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul groaned, a trace of soul blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. Her body swayed slightly, clearly indicating that she had also suffered considerable injuries. Her flute playing also paused slightly.

"Wu Xusong! You transmigrators all deserve to die!"

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul slowly raised her head, her cold eyes surging with even more overwhelming hatred, her voice filled with violence and determination. Although her body was covered with cracks and her soul power was constantly being lost, her aura did not weaken at all, but instead became more and more violent.

Before she could finish speaking, Su Qingyuan's illusory soul suddenly stretched out another giant hand with extreme speed, and before the thunder dragon's tail could retract, it grabbed the dragon's tail tightly!

Her hands were like iron clamps, gripping the dragon's tail tightly. No matter how the thunder dragon struggled and twisted, it could not break free even a little. The lightning power on the dragon's tail kept bombarding her hands, but she seemed not to feel any pain at all. Her eyes remained cold, and her hatred was still overwhelming.

"What?!"

Wu Xusong's smug expression froze instantly, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes. "Impossible! Your illusory soul has been severely injured, how can it still possess such power?!"

He simply couldn't understand how Su Qingyuan could still unleash such terrifying power and firmly grasp his thunder dragon tail even when her divine soul phantom was severely injured!

Ignoring his astonishment and disbelief, Su Qingyuan suddenly sank her giant hand holding the Jade Flute and plunged it into the tip of the Thunder Dragon's tail.

Pfft—!

The jade flute was incredibly sharp, and with the added power of Su Qingyuan's soul, it instantly pierced the tip of the thunder dragon's tail, penetrating deeply without any resistance.

"Awooo—!"

The Thunder Dragon let out a mournful roar, filled with extreme pain. Its massive body struggled violently, and its wounds reopened, gushing out large amounts of dragon blood that stained Su Qingyuan's illusory soul. Yet, it still could not break free from Su Qingyuan's grasp and could only let the jade flute remain stuck on the tip of its tail.

Wu Xusong's face was ashen, and the spiritual energy within his body became violently chaotic once again. He felt the pain of the thunder dragon as well. Its tail tip was pierced by the jade flute, and the thunder dragon's power was rapidly dissipating. His own strength was also declining.

Wu Xusong roared, his hands rapidly forming hand seals again, attempting to control the thunder dragon and break free from Su Qingyuan's restraints. At the same time, the thunderous power within his body surged wildly, preparing to unleash his final killing move.

But Su Qingyuan didn't give her a chance at all.

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul, holding the jade flute in her giant hand, exerted a little more force, pushing the flute in even further. At the same time, she activated the Jade Flute again, making the flute's sound even more violent and piercing. A more powerful sound wave burst forth from the jade flute, flowing along the tip of the thunder dragon's tail and directly into the thunder dragon's body!

The sound waves raged within the Thunder Dragon's body, constantly impacting its meridians and origin. The Thunder Dragon's body trembled even more violently, its scales fell off in large quantities again, and its dragon blood gushed out like a fountain. Its massive body began to become illusory.

"No! If this continues, the Thunder Dragon will be completely destroyed!"

A strong sense of despair rose in Wu Xusong's heart. He knew that he could not delay any longer. Otherwise, not only would the Thunder Dragon be destroyed, but he himself would also suffer a fatal backlash and even perish.

A ruthless and resolute glint flashed in Wu Xusong's eyes. He abruptly closed them, formed a strange hand seal, and uttered a low shout: "Thunder Dragon Origin, burn! Explode!"

With his low shout, a more powerful and violent thunderous force suddenly erupted from within Lei Long's body. It was Lei Long's source power, and also Wu Xusong's life force. At this moment, he actually chose to burn Lei Long's source power to gain greater strength, wanting to perish together with Su Qingyuan!

The moment it burned its source, the Thunder Dragon let out a deafening roar. This time, the roar was filled with destruction and madness. Its massive body trembled violently and broke free from Su Qingyuan's grasp. Then, the Thunder Dragon turned around, its massive body like a mad dragon, and fiercely coiled around Su Qingyuan's illusory soul!

Its body tightly coiled around Su Qingyuan's illusory soul. With each coil, the lightning power on its body would surge, and at the same time, the lightning dragon's body would become more illusory. Clearly, the price of burning its source was extremely high.

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul changed slightly. She could feel that the power on Lei Long's body was rapidly increasing. At the same time, an aura of destruction was also emanating from Lei Long's body. Clearly, Wu Xusong intended to burn Lei Long's essence and perish together with her!

"Want to die together with me? Wu Xusong, you don't deserve it!"

Su Qingyuan roared, a hint of disdain and determination flashing in her eyes. She suddenly activated the remaining divine soul power in her body, and the colorful halo around her surged again, trying to break free from the thunder dragon's entanglement. However, the thunder dragon had already burned its source, and its power surged, binding her tighter and tighter, like iron chains, trapping her firmly, making it impossible for her to break free.

"Hahaha! Su Qingyuan, you can't break free!" Wu Xusong's laughter, tinged with madness and despair, emanated from Lei Long's body. "Today, we will perish together!"

Before the words were finished, the Thunder Dragon slowly raised its head, its bloodshot eyes staring intently at Su Qingyuan's illusory soul image, and a dazzling purple ball of light began to condense in its mouth.

That ball of light was formed from the Thunder Dragon's primordial power, containing earth-shattering power. In the instant it condensed, the surrounding void was completely torn apart, huge cracks spread continuously, chaotic energy surged out, and the entire world trembled violently, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

"Su Qingyuan!"

Wu Xusong's roar rang out again, filled with madness and determination. Immediately afterward, the purple ball of light in the Thunder Dragon's mouth trembled violently, and then, with a world-destroying force, it was fiercely spat out towards Su Qingyuan's illusory soul!

The purple orb was incredibly fast, instantly reaching Su Qingyuan's illusory soul. Su Qingyuan's illusory soul had icy eyes and showed no fear. She suddenly raised her giant hand holding the Jade Flute and brought it to her lips again, playing the most violent and powerful flute note. The sound waves transformed into a huge colorful barrier, blocking her way and attempting to resist the impact of the purple orb.

boom--! ! !

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire world!

The purple sphere of light and the colorful sound barrier collided instantly without any buffer. A devastating shockwave erupted from the point of impact, sweeping across the entire world. Wherever it passed, the void collapsed completely, the dark clouds dissipated, the thunder extinguished, and even the earth trembled violently from the shockwave. Huge ravines spread across the ground, countless mountains collapsed, rivers flowed backward, and countless lives were lost.

High in the sky, Su Qingyuan's illusory soul and the thunder dragon were both struck hard by the shockwave. The thunder dragon's body became incredibly illusory under the impact of the shockwave, and the thunder power on its body quickly dissipated. The burning source was also completely exhausted at this moment, and its huge body began to disintegrate and dissipate little by little.

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul also suffered a fatal blow. The cracks on her body instantly expanded, covering her entire body. Her soul power, like a tide, continuously overflowed from the cracks and dissipated into the void. Her figure also began to become more and more illusory, as if she would completely disappear into the world in the next second.

Wu Xusong's figure was shaken out of Lei Long's body. His face was ashen, his clothes were tattered, and he was covered in blood. His spiritual energy was completely exhausted, and his soul had suffered a fatal backlash. Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

"No... I can't die... I haven't..." Wu Xusong muttered to himself as his body continued to fall, crashing heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul slowly descended, her eyes still cold and filled with hatred. Although her soul was about to dissipate, a faint smile appeared on her lips, the pleasure of revenge. Even if it meant mutual destruction, she had severely injured Wu Xusong and made him suffer.

Just as the two were about to crash heavily to the ground and perish completely, two figures flew out from their respective camps at an extreme speed, like two streaks of light, and instantly rushed to their side.

One of the figures, dressed in black with a cold expression, caught the falling Wu Xusong, circulated his spiritual energy, and steadily supported Wu Xusong's body, slowly flying towards the ground.

The man glanced down at the dying Wu Xusong, a cold glint in his eyes, then looked up at the fading phantom of Su Qingyuan's soul high in the sky, his voice icy and chilling: "You truly hate us transmigrators to the core!"

Another figure, dressed in white with a gentle face and surrounded by a faint glow, was none other than Su Qingyuan's good friend, Fairy Lingxi. Her eyes were filled with heartache and solemnity as she rushed to Su Qingyuan's illusory soul, reached out her hands, and carefully caught her. She circulated her own soul power, trying to stabilize Su Qingyuan's soul and prevent it from dissipating.

"Qingyuan, hold on! You can definitely hold on!" Fairy Lingxi's voice was choked with sobs. She could feel that Su Qingyuan's soul was extremely weak and could dissipate completely at any moment. "I will find a way to help you rebuild your physical body and restore your soul. You must not give up!"

Su Qingyuan's illusory soul slowly opened her eyes, looked at Fairy Lingxi, a faint smile appearing on her lips. Her voice was weak, yet still icy: "Lingxi... no need... I was able to severely injure Wu Xusong... that's enough... those transmigrators... I hate them... if there is an afterlife... I will definitely... annihilate them all..."

Before she finished speaking, Su Qingyuan's illusory soul began to become even more ethereal. The faint colorful halo dissipated and eventually turned into colorful light spots that vanished into the void, leaving only the jade flute with its blood-red color, which slowly fell and was steadily caught by Fairy Lingxi.

Fairy Lingxi held the Jade Flute of Azure Blood, gazing at the dissipating colorful light spots in the void. Her eyes were filled with tears, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the jade flute. The flute trembled slightly, as if responding to her sorrow.

The man carried the barely breathing Wu Xusong and slowly landed on the ground. The cultivators from the transmigrator camp surrounded him, their expressions solemn, their eyes filled with hostility and coldness as they looked at Fairy Lingxi.

Fairy Lingxi slowly landed on the ground. All the geniuses from the myriad realms surrounded her, their eyes bloodshot with rage and murderous intent as they looked at the transmigrators' camp.

Fairy Lingxi gripped the Jade Flute, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force. Her voice, cold yet resolute, resounded throughout heaven and earth, each word like a knife striking the hearts of everyone present: "No matter what happened back then, from this day forward, the Huaqing Holy Land will be the mortal enemy of you transmigrators!"