All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The first layer of light from the Holy Examination enveloped Shen Jianxin.

The next second, I felt the solid ground beneath my feet.

He slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing instantly.

The sky was a dark, grayish-black, and the clouds hung so low they seemed to press down.

A pungent, fishy odor filled the air, mixed with a faint, eerie energy.

The evil energy was cold and domineering, seeping into Shen Jianxin's nasal cavity with his breath, causing his whole body to stiffen.

"Where...am I?"

Shen Jianxin murmured softly, his eyes full of doubt.

He subconsciously circulated his internal energy, and a faint spiritual light emanated from his fingertips.

Upon examining the surroundings, they discovered that the energy in this area was extremely chaotic.

Everywhere was filled with an overwhelming, viscous evil energy, as if the entire world was submerged in a sinister quagmire.

Shen Jianxin's heart sank suddenly.

This eerie aura felt all too familiar.

It's almost exactly the same as the evil god's plane!

If he hadn't clearly sensed that the barriers between this world and its surroundings were exceptionally fragile.

So fragile that it seems it could shatter with the slightest touch.

He might even think that he has returned to that evil god's plane filled with killing and despair.

"An illusion? The real world? Or... a parallel universe?"

Shen Jianxin frowned, his mind filled with questions.

He raised his hand and touched a rock beside him.

The cold, hard texture felt incredibly real, far from the ethereal illusion it was supposed to be.

But this intense evil energy was far too strange.

Shen Jianxin took a deep breath, suppressing his doubts.

No matter where we are, let's figure out the current situation first.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a blur and sped off forward.

The further you go, the more bizarre the surrounding scenery becomes.

The roadside vegetation had long since withered and turned black, its leaves covered with dark red stains.

The ground was covered with cracks, from which a faint black mist seeped out, emitting a nauseating odor.

Occasionally, you can see a few mutilated corpses, some of them human, and others of strangely shaped monsters.

The body was covered in bite marks and scratches, clearly indicating that it had been brutally murdered.

Shen Jianxin's gaze grew increasingly serious.

This world is more dangerous than he imagined.

Just then, a piercing scream came from afar.

Accompanied by maniacal laughter and roars, it pierced through this deathly silence.

Shen Jianxin's eyes sharpened, and he immediately sped up, rushing towards the direction from which the sound came.

As he rounded a bend in the mountain pass, the sight before him caused his pupils to shrink sharply.

A group of people dressed in black robes were seen surrounding several unarmed villagers.

The black-robed man's face was covered with strange runes, and his eyes were fanatical and crazed.

They brandished blood-stained long knives, indiscriminately hacking and killing the villagers.

Blood stained the ground, and screams echoed everywhere, sending chills down one's spine.

"Faith in the evil god! Offer up your flesh and soul!"

"Only the Evil God can grant you eternal power!"

The man in black robes slashed and roared madly as he did so.

Their movements were frantic, as if they had lost their minds.

Shen Jianxin's heart sank.

Cult!

Moreover, it is an extremely fanatical and cruel cult!

He instinctively made a move, and a burst of spiritual light surged from his fingertips.

Several sharp sword energies whistled out and instantly pierced the hearts of several men in black robes.

Upon seeing this, the remaining men in black robes turned around abruptly, staring fiercely at Shen Jianxin.

"Where did this heretic come from? How dare he undermine our faith in our evil god!"

"Kill him! Offer his soul to the evil god!"

Amidst roars, a group of men in black robes brandished long swords and pounced towards Shen Jianxin.

Shen Jianxin's eyes were cold, and he remained motionless.

As the man in black robes approached, sword energy surged from his fingertips.

A series of sharp sword lights flashed, and the men in black robes fell to the ground, instantly losing their breath.

After dealing with the men in black robes, Shen Jianxin looked at the surviving villagers.

They were covered in wounds, their eyes filled with fear and despair, huddled in a corner, trembling.

"Where is this place?" Shen Jianxin stepped forward, speaking as gently as possible.

But the villagers seemed frightened, shrinking back with wary eyes.

"No...don't come any closer!"

"Are you part of a cult too? Please, let us go!"

An elderly man spoke in a trembling voice, full of pleading.

Helpless, Shen Jianxin had no choice but to suppress his aura and slowly said, "I am not a member of the evil cult; I am here to help you."

"Tell me, what kind of place is this? Why are there so many cults here?"

The villagers exchanged glances, their eyes still filled with wariness.

After a long while, the elderly man finally spoke slowly.

"This...this is the Realm of Prosperity."

"In the past, the Prosperous Realm was a very beautiful world. Cultivators lived in peace and contentment, and the people had plenty of food and clothing."

"But not long ago, two terrifying demons arrived."

"A woman and a man brought with them an evil power that corrupted the entire Fanxi Realm."

"Those cult members are all misled by them."

"They burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities, even capturing humans everywhere to sacrifice to their evil gods..."

At this point, the old man couldn't help but burst into tears, his voice choked with emotion.

Shen Jianxin was startled.

The Realm of Prosperity?

He had never heard of this name before.

However, the two evil spirits mentioned by the old man made him feel a little suspicious.

These two evil spirits are definitely not weak; they can pollute the entire world and bewitch so many people.

"What do those two evil spirits look like?" Shen Jianxin pressed.

The old man shook his head, his face filled with fear: "I don't know... They rarely show themselves."

All I know is that the woman is very beautiful, yet incredibly alluring, capable of driving men to greed.

"That man was surrounded by a chilling black aura, and his eyes were icy cold."

"They have many cultivators under their command, and those cultivators are all controlled by their power, driven to madness."

Shen Jianxin fell silent.

A seductive woman, a cold and aloof man...

He suppressed his doubts, offered a few words of comfort to the villagers, and then turned and left.

Since this is the Realm of Prosperity and is so heavily corrupted by evil energy...

He must find those two evil spirits as soon as possible and find out the truth behind it all.

At the same time, we must find a way to leave this place and go to the second trial of the Holy Trinity.

Shen Jianxin continued walking forward, and along the way, he witnessed too many tragedies.

The cult is causing chaos, burning, killing, and looting; everywhere is filled with wailing and despair.

Occasionally, you'll encounter some strangely shaped monsters.

The monsters were pitch black, with sharp fangs and claws, fierce eyes, and they attacked humans madly.

Shen Jianxin dealt with many monsters and cultists.

But the heaviness in his heart grew heavier and heavier.

This world has been completely turned into a living hell.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the outline of a city appeared in the distance.

The city walls were tall and majestic, but they were covered with cracks and bloodstains.

On the city wall, there were no guards in sight, only a few monsters wandering around.

Shen Jianxin's eyes narrowed, and he quickened his pace, heading towards the city.

As soon as they approached the city gate, they heard the sounds of fierce fighting coming from inside the city.

There were also the sounds of a woman's weak cough and a man's suppressed sobs.

Shen Jianxin's heart stirred, and he immediately flashed into the city without making a sound.

The city was in complete disarray.

The streets were littered with corpses and bloodstains, houses collapsed, and flames soared into the sky.

The sounds of fighting and crying came from the middle of the street.

Shen Jianxin quietly walked over, hid behind a collapsed house, and peeked out.

This glance sent a shiver down his spine, his pupils contracted sharply, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

In the middle of the street stood a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in white, covered in wounds, and his face was streaked with blood and tears.

He held a long sword in his hand, the tip of which trembled slightly.

The other end of the longsword was deeply embedded in the woman's chest!

The woman was wearing a pink dress and was also covered in injuries, with blood constantly flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Her face was as pale as paper, but she still managed to force a smile as she looked at the man in front of her.

"No...it's okay, brother."

The woman spoke weakly, her voice thick with nasal congestion and accompanied by an uncontrollable cough.

"Ahem... That way, I won't hurt you anymore."

Shen Jianxin's heart clenched suddenly.

He knew those two faces all too well!

The man speaks gently, the woman speaks softly!

What are they doing here?!

Shen Jianxin instinctively wanted to rush out, but he forcibly restrained himself.

He could sense that both Wen Yan and Wen Xuyan had faint fluctuations of evil energy.

Moreover, Wen Xuyan's aura was extremely unstable, as if it could get out of control at any moment.

Looking at her sister with a long sword stuck in her chest, Wen Yan could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.

His body was trembling violently, his voice was choked with sobs, and he could barely speak.

"Narrative... I'm sorry, brother..."

"Your brother didn't take good care of you... It's because your brother is useless..."

Wen Xuyan raised his hand and, with his last bit of strength, gently stroked Wen Yan's cheek.

Her fingertips were cold, but her smile remained gentle.

"No...it's okay, brother."

"I'm happy to... to die at my brother's hands."

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, and blood kept gushing from the corner of her mouth.

"I thought... we could survive if we left that village."

"I thought... that I could live a peaceful life after returning to Earth with Yao Guang."

"But...but why is this happening?"

Wen Xuyan's eyes were filled with doubt, resentment, and a deep sense of despair.

"Brother Yaoguang... what happened?"

"How has he become like those so-called gods we used to know in the village?"

Yao Guang?!

Shen Jianxin was shocked, his heart filled with turmoil.

Upon hearing the name "Yaoguang," Wen Yan's body stiffened abruptly, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

Shen Jianxin could no longer restrain himself and flew over as fast as an arrow.

His tone was full of urgency and shock: "What happened? What's going on?"

"I don't know... I really don't know..."

"After we came into this world, we sensed an eerie atmosphere."

"Later, we discovered that the source of that strange phenomenon was Yao Guang himself."

"Another one...on another woman."

Wen Yan's voice choked with emotion as she spoke haltingly.

Shen Jianxin's heart stirred.

Another woman?

Could it be the alluring woman the old man spoke of?

"We...we dare not acknowledge each other."

Wen Yan continued, her eyes filled with pain and struggle.

"The aura emanating from Yaoguang became incredibly cold and eerie."

"Those around him were all under his control and became incredibly insane."

"We can sense that he is no longer the Yaoguang we knew."

Wen Xuyan's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and her hand gradually slid off Wen Xuyan's cheek.

"Brother...live on..."

These were her last words.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xuyan's eyes slowly closed, and his body slumped down.

There was no more breath.

"Preface—!"

Wen Yan let out a heart-wrenching roar, her voice filled with despair and pain.

He suddenly drew his longsword, embraced Wen Xuyan's body, and burst into tears.

Tears mingled with the blood on his face, sliding down and dripping onto Wen Xuyan's pale face.

Shen Jianxin felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Looking at Wen Yan's pained expression, he was filled with doubt and anger.

What exactly happened in Yaoguang?

Why did he become like this?

And who exactly is that woman?