All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The blade, still sharp and powerful, continued its thrust towards Shen Jianxin's back.

Shen Jianxin's heart tightened, and he suddenly darted forward, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

But the aftershocks of the blade still grazed his back.

A deep, bone-revealing wound appeared instantly on his back.

Dark black blood gushed out like a spring.

"what!"

Shen Jianxin let out a piercing scream, but the madness in his eyes grew even stronger.

He turned around abruptly, looked at the female evil god, and a strange and cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You've successfully angered me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jianxin opened his mouth, and an extremely powerful devouring force erupted from it.

The remnants of the dead creatures and the demonic energy around him surged toward his mouth like a tide.

The wound on his back healed rapidly, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His aura surged once again at this moment!

"The Evil God Devours the Heavens!"

Shen Jianxin roared and raised the black demonic blade high in his hand.

Countless black evil energies condensed on the demonic blade, forming a huge black blade of light, which was dozens of feet long.

The blade's edge was wreathed in endless devouring power, as if it could devour everything in the world.

"Take this!"

Shen Jianxin slashed down with the demonic blade in his hand.

The enormous black blade of light, carrying world-destroying power, slashed fiercely towards the female evil god.

The female evil god's expression changed drastically. She could clearly feel that the power of this strike far exceeded any of the previous attacks.

She dared not be careless in the slightest, and at this moment, all the black and red demonic energy around her gathered on the twin blades.

At that moment, her armor also erupted with a dazzling black and red light, and its defensive power surged.

"Crimson Demon Lotus!"

The female evil god held sharp blades in both hands, crossed them in front of her chest, and suddenly swung them outwards.

A huge black and red lotus flower instantly condensed into form.

The lotus petals, like sharp blades, emitted a chilling light as they met the black blade's edge.

"boom!"

The black blade light and the black and red lotus flower collided fiercely in mid-air.

A deafening roar echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

The violent power, like a nuclear explosion, spread wildly in all directions.

The entire circular open space was instantly leveled.

A huge pit, tens of feet deep, appeared on the ground.

The surrounding creatures, regardless of their strength, were like ants before this violent power, instantly shattered into a bloody mist.

The dark red beam of light swayed slightly under the impact of this force.

The bronze statue, however, still stands unharmed at the core of the pillar of light.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

Two figures slowly flew out of the deep pit.

Shen Jianxin's clothes were tattered and torn, and his body was covered with wounds of all sizes. His entire body was stained black with dark blood.

But his eyes still gleamed with madness, and he still gripped the demonic blade tightly in his hand.

The female evil god's situation was even more tragic than his.

Her armor was completely shattered, revealing her body covered in wounds.

Dark red blood flowed continuously down her body.

She still gripped the two sharp blades tightly in her hands, but the light emanating from them had become very faint.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with no fear, only boundless killing intent and madness.

The whisper originating from the brass statue still roared wildly in their minds.

The battle continues.

Shen Jianxin flashed forward and charged towards the female evil god once again.

The female evil god was not to be outdone. Dragging her injured body, she charged towards Shen Jianxin.

Two figures engaged in another earth-shattering battle beneath the dark red pillar of light and before the eerie brass statue.

The black evil energy and the black-red demonic energy collided and intertwined in mid-air, forming a strange and terrifying energy storm.

This battle had no winner or loser, only endless slaughter and destruction.

The bronze statue, with its face depicting terror, longing, morbidity, and despair, seemed to be silently observing all of this, the morbid smile at the corner of its mouth appearing to have become even more pronounced.

But no one expected that this extremely violent collision of evil energy would unexpectedly trigger a hidden turning point within Shen Jianxin's body.

The extreme fel energy erosion intertwined with the whispers of the brass statue, but instead of completely devouring his soul, it stimulated the long-dormant source within him.

The real Shen Jianxin is gradually showing signs of awakening through the cracks caused by the rampant evil energy.

Within his body, four hidden yet domineering sword energies suddenly awakened.

The phantom images of the Four Swords of Zhuxian quietly appeared around him, with four sword energies of green, red, white and black swirling around him.

The overwhelming power emanating from it was like an invisible pressure, instantly enveloping the entire core area and suppressing the evil aura and frenzied fighting throughout the scene.

The creatures that were still devouring each other froze instantly, their madness fading and replaced by a deep-seated fear.

Even the dark red beam of light trembled violently under this power, and the whispers became extremely weak.

Under this earth-shattering pressure, the female evil god trembled, and the violent black and red demonic energy around her instantly subsided.

The crimson and madness in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a sense of clarity and disbelief.

She shook her throbbing head and looked at Shen Jianxin in front of her, her eyes filled with shock.

The figure that was just now controlled by evil thoughts and was berserk and bloodthirsty is now undergoing a tremendous transformation.

The dark, malevolent aura surrounding Shen Jianxin melted away rapidly under the oppressive power of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, like ice and snow meeting fire.

The hideous ghost patterns gradually faded, and the wounds on the body no longer flowed with black blood, but instead shimmered with a faint blue sword aura.

Inside his body, the consciousness of his second personality was rapidly shrinking, and that violent, bloodthirsty thought was being suppressed by the sword energy.

Like a ferocious beast imprisoned, it could only let out a weak roar before gradually falling silent.

Conversely, Shen Jianxin's long-dormant true self is becoming increasingly clear in his consciousness, as if he is awakening from a long slumber and gradually regaining control of his body.

His eyes gradually lost their madness, regaining their original clarity and sharpness.

In his dark pupils, four illusory sword energies of blue, red, white, and black flashed by, and his aura changed from a violent evil spirit to a calm and domineering one.

The next second, countless fragmented memories flooded into Shen Jianxin's mind like a tidal wave.

The killings when the second personality controls the body, the struggles controlled by the whispers of the brass statue, and the death battle with the female evil god.

And those moments when I was consumed by evil thoughts were incredibly clear, as if I had experienced them myself.

Shen Jianxin frowned, enduring the throbbing pain in his mind, and slowly closed his eyes to process these memories that did not belong to him, yet were real.

A moment later, he reopened his eyes, his gaze falling on the female evil god who was still on guard but could not hide her weakness not far away, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

A strange sensation rose from the depths of his heart, following the oppressive force of the sword energy, and quietly probed into the body of the female evil god.

Soon, he realized that deep within the female evil god's nearly depleted soul...

It contained an extremely faint yet strangely familiar aura—the aura of a fragment of the Sentinel's soul, which was almost completely dissipated.

Shen Jianxin shifted slightly, his tone tinged with uncertainty and gravity, and slowly asked, "You... are you a transmigrator?"