All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The vast plaza was densely packed with cultivators and monsters who had come to participate in the sect entry competition. The place was bustling with noise and roars, making it a very lively scene.

Around the square stood rows of black palaces, magnificent and exuding a powerful demonic aura. The tops of the palaces shimmered with an eerie red light, making them look both majestic and sinister.

In the center of the square stood a huge black arena, covered with strange demonic runes, radiating a dense demonic aura and destructive power. It was clearly a place for the sect entrance competition.

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, blended seamlessly into the crowd, his cold gaze sweeping across the surroundings as he secretly observed everything about the Demon Sect, searching for a suitable hiding place. At the same time, he was also secretly looking for weak prey, preparing to devour their power.

But just then, a familiar scent suddenly entered his nasal cavity.

The aura was faint and familiar, as if I had felt it somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place it.

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, suddenly stiffened, his expression instantly becoming somewhat blank, and the coldness and madness in his eyes dimmed slightly.

He frowned, followed the familiar scent, and slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on a corner of the square.

There stood several cultivators dressed in black robes. They had different faces and cold expressions, and their bodies were surrounded by a strong evil aura. They looked no different from other evil god cultivators.

Yet, they exuded that familiar aura.

Moreover, it wasn't just them; many other people in the square also exuded a similar familiar aura.

Those auras, dense and intertwined, permeated the entire square. Although they were faint, they were incredibly clear and easily detected by him.

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

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, was filled with doubt and confusion.

He didn't know why these scents felt familiar to him.

He didn't know where he had been or where he had sensed those presences.

His mind was blank; he had no memory of these scents.

Strangely, when he sensed these familiar presences, he felt an involuntary urge to get closer.

That impulse was intense and strange, as if it were innate and beyond his control.

He wanted to get closer to those people, to be close to those who exuded a familiar aura, to feel more familiarity.

"No...no!"

A roar suddenly echoed in the mind of Shen Jianxin, the second personality.

He shook his head violently, forcibly suppressing the urge to get close to him. The doubt and confusion in his eyes were instantly replaced by coldness and disgust.

He hates this feeling!

He hates this feeling of wanting to get close to others!

In his world, there is only hatred, only killing, only destruction; there is no intimacy, no warmth, no pity.

This urge to get close to others made him feel incredibly disgusted and incredibly angry.

"I hate you all! I hate this feeling!"

In the mind of Shen Jianxin's second personality, a frantic scream rang out, the coldness and killing intent in his eyes surged once more, and the evil energy within his body began to surge wildly.

He wanted to tear those people apart!

He wanted to tear apart those people who exuded a familiar aura!

He wanted to completely erase that urge to be close to her, and he wanted that disgusting feeling to disappear completely!

With a slight movement, he was about to rush towards those who exuded familiar auras, intending to tear them apart one by one and devour their power.

But just as he was about to leap out, a strong sense of resistance suddenly emerged from the depths of his soul.

The resistance was intense and eerie, as if Shen Jianxin's conscious mind was secretly preventing him.

His body stiffened again, unable to move, and the evil energy within him instantly became chaotic. His killing desire was forcibly suppressed by that strong sense of resistance.

"Why?!"

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, let out a shrill and furious roar, the anger in his eyes growing stronger and stronger, almost burning up.

"Why can't I kill them?!"

"Why do I feel resistant?!"

He didn't understand why he felt an urge to be close to people who exuded a familiar aura.

He couldn't understand why he resisted killing those people.

This feeling made him incredibly angry and incredibly agitated.

He wanted to rebel, to break free from the shackles of that resistance, to take action and kill those people.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much evil energy he mobilized within him, he could not break free from the shackles of that resistance, nor could he make a move to harm those who exuded a familiar aura.

The feeling was as if an invisible hand was secretly stopping him, preventing him from doing anything to harm those people.

"ah--!!!"

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, let out a fierce and violent roar, filled with anger, resentment, and frustration.

He stared intently at those people who exuded a familiar aura, his eyes filled with murderous intent that seemed to devour them. However, his body remained immobile, and he could only watch helplessly as they stood not far away, unable to make a move.

What he didn't know was that those people exuding a familiar aura were none other than themselves.

They are all time travelers from Earth!

They were all like him and Jiang Wuchen, transmigrating to this myriad worlds, struggling and fighting in this world of evil gods.

Among them were Yao Guang, Wen Xuyan, and Wen Yan.

Besides them, there were many other transmigrators in the square. Some of them had already joined the Demonic Wrath Sect and become its disciples; others, like Shen Jianxin in his second personality, had come to participate in the sect entry competition, hoping to become disciples of the Demonic Wrath Sect, find a place of refuge, and survive well in this world of evil gods.

The reason why Shen Jianxin, the second personality, felt familiar with them, felt an urge to be close to them, and resisted killing them was because they were all transmigrators from Earth. They had the same aura as him and a sense of innate affinity.

This sense of intimacy is ingrained in his bones and cannot be erased. Even he, with his second personality filled with hatred and madness, cannot escape the influence of this intimacy.

Moreover, deep within his soul, Shen Jianxin's true self was still dormant.

Shen Jianxin's ego was filled with concern for his compatriots and affection for the transmigrators. He would not allow his body to harm his compatriots or other transmigrators.

Therefore, when the second personality wanted to kill those transmigrators, Shen Jianxin's true self would secretly awaken, releasing a strong sense of resistance to stop the second personality's actions.

But the second personality had no idea about any of this.

All he knew was that his heart was filled with anger and resentment, that he could not kill those people who exuded a familiar aura, and that the impulse to be close and the feeling of resistance made him feel extremely disgusted and irritable.

"Damn it! This is absolutely awful!"

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, gritted his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, and the anger in his eyes almost materialized.

He forcibly suppressed his anger and agitation, and forcibly restrained the evil aura and murderous intent within him. He slowly took a few steps back and hid in the crowd, no longer looking at those people who exuded familiar auras.

He knew that he was not yet able to kill those people, nor could he break free from the shackles of that feeling of resistance.

He could only endure it for the time being, and could only temporarily abandon the idea of ​​killing those people.

"Just wait..."

In the mind of Shen Jianxin's second personality, a frantic scream raged, a cold and cruel light flashing in his eyes.

"Wait until I become stronger, wait until I completely control this body, wait until I devour Shen Jianxin's true self!"

"At that time, I will tear you to pieces, I will completely erase that disgusting feeling from my heart, and I will make you pay for the hatred in my heart!"

His gaze grew colder, more crazed, and more intense.

He remained hidden among the crowd, his cold gaze sweeping across his surroundings as he continued to search for weaker prey, preparing to devour their power and accumulate his own strength.

This time, however, he felt a mix of irritability, resentment, and unspeakable inner conflict.

He craved killing and the desire to devour everything, yet he was also bound by a strange impulse of closeness and a sense of resistance, unable to act as he pleased.

The square was filled with a deafening roar of voices; the grand competition to enter the sect was about to begin.

Yao Guang, Wen Xuyan, Wen Yan, and the others stood in a corner of the square, their gazes calmly sweeping over the cultivators and monsters who had come to participate in the sect entry competition, secretly observing their auras and searching for other transmigrators.

Yao Guang's gaze inadvertently swept over Shen Jianxin, the second personality hidden among the crowd.

When he saw the second personality, Shen Jianxin, his brows furrowed slightly.

He could clearly sense that the second personality, Shen Jianxin, was emanating a strange and violent evil aura, as well as a faint, familiar presence.

That familiar aura was very similar to his and other transmigrators' auras, yet it carried a strange distortion, as if it had been forcibly altered by something.

Moreover, the eyes of Shen Jianxin, the second personality, are as black as ink, cold and crazy, full of hatred and killing intent, making him look very strange and dangerous.

"This person... is a bit strange."

Yao Guang thought to himself, a hint of doubt and wariness flashing in his eyes.

He always felt that this person had an extraordinary background and was hiding many secrets.

Moreover, the familiar aura emanating from him made him feel uneasy and doubtful.

"Yaoguang, what's wrong?"

Wen Yan noticed Yao Guang's unusual behavior, gently tugged at Yao Guang's sleeve, and asked in a low voice. Her gaze followed Yao Guang's and fell on Shen Jianxin, the second personality hidden in the crowd.

Wen Xuyan also raised her head, looking calmly at the second personality, Shen Jianxin. A hint of doubt and wariness flashed in her eyes. Clearly, she had also noticed the abnormality of the second personality, Shen Jianxin.

Yao Guang slowly shook her head, withdrew her gaze, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, I just feel that person is a bit strange, and the aura around him is very eerie."

"Moreover, there is a familiar aura about him, very similar to ours, yet also very distorted."

Wen Xuyan nodded and said calmly, "Indeed, this person is very strange. The evil aura on his body is very strong and violent, unlike an ordinary evil god cultivator. Moreover, his eyes are very cold and crazy, full of killing intent. He is obviously not a good person."