All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

"More importantly, the familiar aura emanating from him was very faint and distorted, as if it had been devoured by a demon in his heart. Something was wrong."

Wen Yan frowned, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Yao Guang, Xu Yan, do you think he might also be one of our compatriots? Could he also be a transmigrator from Earth? But he was devoured by his inner demons and lost his true self?"

Yao Guang paused for a moment, then slowly nodded and said in a solemn tone, "That's possible. After all, the familiar aura on his body cannot be faked. Moreover, in this world of evil gods, many transmigrators have been devoured by their inner demons because they could not withstand the erosion of the evil god's aura and the despair and pain in their hearts, turning into monsters who only know how to kill and destroy."

"If he is truly our compatriot, and truly consumed by his inner demons, then we cannot stand idly by."

Wen Xuyan nodded and said in a solemn tone, "That's right. Regardless of whether he is our compatriot or not, we must pay close attention to him. If we find any abnormal behavior from him, we can take action in time to prevent him from harming other transmigrators and to prevent him from causing us unnecessary trouble."

"After all, the evil aura emanating from him is extremely violent, and his strength is far greater than it appears on the surface. If he were to truly go berserk, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Wen Yan nodded, her worry deepening. She looked again at Shen Jianxin, the second personality hidden in the crowd, and said in a low voice, "I hope he really is our compatriot. I hope we can awaken his true self and let him find himself again."

Yao Guang remained silent, her gaze calmly fixed on Shen Jianxin, the second personality hidden among the crowd, a hint of solemnity and determination flashing in her eyes.

He secretly made up his mind to pay close attention to this person and find out his identity. If he really was a transmigrator from Earth, if he was really devoured by his inner demons, then he would definitely find a way to awaken his true self, let him find himself again, and let him join their team to struggle and survive together in this world of evil gods.

Shen Jianxin, the second personality hidden among the crowd, had no idea that he had been targeted by Yao Guang, Wen Xuyan, Wen Yan and others.

He continued to observe his surroundings in the shadows, searching for weaker prey to devour their power and accumulate his own strength.

However, the inexplicable urge to get close and the feeling of resistance in his heart did not disappear; on the contrary, they grew stronger and stronger.

This feeling filled him with immense anger and frustration, yet he felt utterly helpless.

He could only forcefully suppress the feeling in his heart, and could only focus on improving his strength, wanting to get rid of this constraint as soon as possible, wanting to kill all the "madmen" as soon as possible, and quell the endless hatred in his heart.

Soon, a loud bang came from the black arena in the center of the square.

A powerful and eerie demonic aura instantly emanated from the arena, soaring straight into the sky.

On the plaza, all the cultivators and monsters instantly fell silent, their gazes all focused on the black arena.

The entrance competition for the Angry Demon Sect has officially begun!

An old man dressed in a black robe, with a ferocious face and surrounded by dense demonic energy, slowly walked onto the black arena.

That old man was an elder of the Demonic Anger Sect. He was powerful, having reached the sixth level of the Breaking Realm. He wielded immense power and intimidated all directions.

He slowly raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over all the cultivators and monsters in the square. He spoke in a hoarse and icy voice, his tone full of authority, which resounded throughout the entire square.

"Today is the once-in-a-century entrance competition for our Demonic Anger Sect!"

"Any cultivator who steps into the territory of my Angry Demon Sect and comes to participate in the sect entrance competition, regardless of their status or race, can become a disciple of my Angry Demon Sect as long as they pass the tests set by my Angry Demon Sect!"

"By becoming a disciple of my Demonic Anger Sect, you will receive the sect's protection, be able to cultivate the sect's top-tier demonic arts, and gain access to the sect's resources, allowing you to rapidly enhance your strength!"

"But let me make this clear from the start: the Demonic Anger Sect does not accept useless people, soft-hearted individuals, or those with ill intentions!"

"The Grand Ceremony for Entering the Sect has only one rule—you are responsible for your own life and death!"

"No matter what happens on the arena, no matter who lives or dies, my Demonic Anger Sect will not interfere or take responsibility!"

"Now, I declare the once-in-a-century entrance competition of the Demonic Anger Sect officially open!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a burst of frenzied cheers and roars erupted in the square.

All the cultivators and monsters had a glint of fanaticism and greed in their eyes. They all raised their hands, wanting to be the first to step onto the arena, participate in the assessment, and become disciples of the Demon Sect, rising to the top in one step.

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, was hidden among the crowd, his cold gaze sweeping over the old man on the arena, as well as the fanatical cultivators and monsters in the square. A hint of calculation and smugness flashed in his eyes.

Are you willing to take responsibility for your own life and death?

that is really good!

In this way, he could legitimately hunt down weaker cultivators and monsters during the sect competition, devour their power, and accumulate his own strength without attracting anyone's attention.

Moreover, through the sect entrance competition, he can successfully become a disciple of the Angry Demon Sect, infiltrate the sect, slowly approach those powerful beings, gain their trust, and when the time is right, devour them one by one and seize all their power!

"Hahaha...this is truly a stroke of luck!"

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, felt a surge of joy, and the smile on his lips became even more eerie and cold.

He raised his hand and joined the others in raising their hands, a hint of fanaticism and greed flashing in his eyes, pretending to be a weak evil god cultivator who longed to become a member of the Demon Sect and improve his strength.

He knew that his journey of infiltration had only just begun.

Within the Demon Sect, he will encounter many dangers, many powerful figures, and many transmigrators.

He will face many choices and many struggles.

But he will not back down, he will not be afraid.

In his mind, there was only one thought—to kill, to devour, and to become stronger!

He wants to kill all his prey, he wants to devour all power, he wants to become incredibly powerful, he wants to kill all those he hates, he wants to kill all the "madmen" in all the heavens and myriad worlds!

Even so, he was tightly bound by that inexplicable urge to get close and a sense of resistance.

Even if he encounters many dangers, even if he pays the price with his life.

He will never stop moving forward!

On the arena, the old man's gaze slowly swept over the cultivators and monsters who had raised their hands in the plaza. A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes as he slowly spoke, "Very well, since you are all so eager, then I will randomly select the first person to step onto the arena!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it. A black light instantly surged out from his hand and, like a shooting star, quickly streaked towards the square.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the black light, filled with anticipation and tension, hoping that the black light would fall on them.

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, also stared intently at the black light, a hint of expectation and calculation flashing in his eyes.

He hoped to be the first to step into the ring, the first to hunt down prey, devour their power, and accumulate his own strength.

Unfortunately, the black light did not fall on him, but instead fell on a weak evil god monster.

The evil god monster instantly revealed a fanatical and triumphant smile on its face, let out a violent roar, and moved swiftly towards the black arena, landing steadily on the arena.

"Next!"

The old man spoke again, raising his hand and waving it. Another black light instantly surged from his hand and quickly swept towards the square.

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, had a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness and calculation.

It's alright, anyway, the entrance competition has only just begun, there will be plenty of opportunities.

He has plenty of patience and time; he waits patiently, lies low, and slowly accumulates strength.

He believed that before long, he would become the most powerful being in the Demon Sect, be able to kill all his prey, and quell the endless hatred in his heart!

The cheers and shouts continued in the square.

The entrance examination for the sect was proceeding in an orderly manner.

One by one, cultivators and monsters ascended the arena, fighting and devouring each other, all in order to pass the test and become disciples of the Wrathful Demon Sect.

On the arena, blood splattered everywhere, screams echoed, and the scene was extremely brutal, filled with an atmosphere of slaughter and destruction.

And this is precisely the scene that Shen Jianxin, the second personality, likes the most.

He hid among the crowd, his gaze coldly fixed on everything on the arena, secretly observing the strength of the cultivators and monsters, searching for a suitable target, and waiting for his own opportunity.

Yao Guang, Wen Xuyan, Wen Yan, and the others remained standing in the corner of the square, calmly watching everything on the arena. At the same time, they were also secretly keeping an eye on Shen Jianxin, the second personality hidden among the crowd. A hint of solemnity and vigilance flashed in their eyes.

They knew that a storm was brewing.

The instigator of this storm is very likely Shen Jianxin, the second personality hidden among the crowd, full of eeriness and madness.

They had no idea what kind of disaster this storm would bring to them, to the Demon Sect, and to the entire world of evil gods.

They also didn't know what would happen when Shen Jianxin, the second personality, met those transmigrators again.

What kind of clashes will occur, and what kind of conflicts will arise?

They had no idea when Shen Jianxin's true self would awaken, when he would overcome his inner demons, and when he would rediscover himself.

But they knew they had to be prepared, they had to pay close attention to Shen Jianxin's every move, they had to protect the other transmigrators, and they had to stand firm and survive in the coming storm.

Above the floating continent, demonic energy swirls, and slaughter never ceases.

The entrance competition for the Angry Demon Sect is still ongoing.

The undercover journey of Shen Jianxin, the second personality, has only just begun.

A journey filled with hatred and killing, struggle and contradiction, unknowns and dangers awaits him.

And those transmigrators from Earth are about to engage in a fateful clash with this compatriot who has been consumed by his inner demons.

No one knows what the outcome of this collision will be.

No one knows where Shen Jianxin's future will lead.

No one knows what changes this impending storm will bring to all the worlds.

But everyone knows that the Demonic Sect and the floating continent will never be peaceful again.

The killing continues.

Hatred continues to spread.

The infiltration is still ongoing.

An unprecedented storm is quietly approaching, about to sweep across the entire world of evil gods and all the myriad realms!

The second personality, Shen Jianxin, clenched his fists tightly, his dark eyes fixed on everything on the arena, a cold and crazy light flashing in them.

"My chance will come soon..."

His voice was hoarse and cold, filled with ambition and madness, like a whisper from hell, quietly echoing in the air.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before he stepped onto that arena, hunted more prey, devoured more power, and would gradually move towards his goal.

He will make everyone feel his terror, his madness, and the endless hatred in his heart!

He will make everyone pay for his hatred!