All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

His eyes were icy, and a bloodthirsty smile played on his lips. Every swing of his sword carried a sharp killing intent.

Surrounding him were more than a dozen followers of the evil god, dressed in black robes.

These believers, their eyes filled with fanaticism, roared eerie incantations and brandished blood-stained scimitars as they frantically charged at Wen Yan.

"You blaspheme against the evil god! Die!"

"Use your divine soul as a sacrifice to appease the majesty of the evil god!"

Amidst the roar, a black-robed believer rushed towards Wen Yan, his scimitar imbued with intense evil energy, slashing towards Wen Yan's head.

Wen Yan's eyes turned cold, and instead of retreating, she advanced.

With a slight flick of the longsword, a black sword aura shot out, instantly piercing the believer's throat.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over Wen Yan, but he didn't care at all.

"With just you guys?"

Wen Yan's voice was icy cold, with a hint of barely perceptible madness.

He brandished his longsword continuously, black sword energy crisscrossing in all directions.

Each sword strike could take the life of a follower of the evil god.

He cultivates the Demonic Anger system taught by Yao Guang, which is itself the power of an evil god.

At this moment, he unleashed his full power, the black aura around him grew increasingly dense, and the fluctuations of evil energy became increasingly intense.

But he didn't notice that as his power continued to erupt, the surrounding air became increasingly viscous.

A faint black mist spread along the ground, reaching the nearby settlement.

In a corner on the edge of town, dozens of surviving residents huddled together.

They were covered in wounds, their eyes filled with fear, staring intently at the carnage ahead.

They had assumed Wen Yan had come to rescue them.

But as the battle continued, they gradually discovered that things were not as they had imagined.

The evil energy emanating from Wen Yan's body was too bizarre.

The spreading black mist fell on them, making them feel cold and dizzy.

Several elderly people and children with weak constitutions convulsed instantly after inhaling the black mist, and black saliva dribbled from the corners of their mouths.

His eyes became vacant, as if he had lost his mind.

"Oh no! That fog is poisonous!"

A middle-aged man cried out in alarm and tried to flee with his family.

But as soon as he stood up, he was bound by an invisible force.

The black mist seeped into his body through his pores, and his eyes instantly became fanatical and crazed.

"Evil God... I offer my soul..."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, then turned and lunged at his family members, grabbing his child's neck tightly with both hands.

"No! Wake up! That's your child!"

The woman cried out in anguish, trying to pull the middle-aged man away, but he pushed her to the ground.

Chaos erupted instantly in the populated areas.

More and more people inhaled the black fog and went mad.

They tore at each other, beat each other, and their screams and cries mingled with the sounds of battle ahead, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Wen Yan remained engrossed in the battle, completely unaware of the changes happening behind him.

In his eyes, there were only those followers of the evil god, and only the fury of revenge.

The death of his younger sister, Wen Xuyan, was like a thorn, deeply embedded in his heart.

He wanted to use the blood of these believers to commemorate his sister's death.

"Pfft—"

The longsword pierced the heart of another believer. Wen Yan abruptly pulled the sword out, black blood dripping from its tip.

Just then, a heart-wrenching cry of a child reached his ears.

Wen Yan froze, her movements stopping instantly.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the residential area behind him.

That one glance made his pupils shrink, and his whole body went cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The people were seen killing each other like madmen.

Blood stained the ground, and there were mutilated corpses everywhere, along with the cries of children and the pleas of women.

The source of all this was the evil energy mist emanating from his body!

"No...it's impossible..."

Wen Yan murmured to herself, her eyes filled with disbelief.

He simply wanted to kill these followers of the evil god and avenge his sister.

He never imagined that his power would harm these innocent people!

"Narrative...Am I like those cultists, turned into a monster too?"

Wen Yan's body trembled violently, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He looked at his blood-stained hands, his eyes filled with fear and self-reproach.

The younger sister, Wen Xuyan, was corrupted by evil energy and feared turning into a monster who only knew how to kill.

But now, he's doing the same thing!

Just then, the remaining few followers of the evil god saw Wen Yan lost in thought and a glint of fanaticism flashed in their eyes.

They exchanged a glance, then brandished their scimitars and charged at Wen Yan.

"Die, you demon!"

The curved blade, imbued with intense evil energy, slashed towards Wen Yan's back.

Wen Yan was completely disoriented and did not notice the danger behind him.

Just as the curved blade was about to strike his back, a sharp sword light suddenly whistled in from afar.

"bite--"

The sword light struck the curved blade precisely, producing a crisp clanging sound.

The followers of the evil god felt a numbness in their arms, and their scimitars instantly flew out of their hands.

Shen Jianxin was surrounded by a faint spiritual light, his eyes were cold, and he exuded a powerful aura.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, and at the people who were frantically killing each other, Shen Jianxin's eyes grew colder and colder.

"Wenyan, wake up!"

Shen Jianxin gave a low shout, his gaze falling on Wen Yan, his tone full of urgency.

Wen Yan slowly raised her head, looked at Shen Jianxin, her eyes filled with despair and self-blame.

"I...I didn't mean to..."

"I never imagined that my power would harm them..."

Shen Jianxin didn't say anything more and turned to look at the followers of the evil god.

"Now is not the time for self-blame!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jianxin moved, turning into a blur.

A burst of spiritual light surged from his fingertips, and sharp sword energies roared out, shooting towards the followers of the evil god.

His sword energy was pure and sharp, completely different from Wen Yan's black evil sword energy.

Each sword strike pierced the body of a follower of the evil god, completely destroying the evil energy within them.

Those followers of evil gods were utterly no match for Shen Jianxin.

Although they were bewitched by evil energy and became incredibly insane, their cultivation level was not high.

Furthermore, Shen Jianxin's strength far surpassed theirs, and in just a short while, the remaining few followers of the evil god all fell to the ground, lifeless.

After dealing with the evil god's followers, Shen Jianxin did not stop.

He raised his hand and waved it, sending waves of devouring power enveloping the frenzied people.

The devouring power fell upon the people, instantly consuming the black evil energy that permeated their bodies.

The initially frenzied crowd gradually regained their senses.

They looked at the corpses around them, at their own blood-stained hands, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"What...what did I just do?"

"Why...why did I pinch my child?"

"My family... how come all my family members are dead?"

Cries and wails rose again, filled with despair and regret.

Shen Jianxin felt a heavy weight rise in his heart as he watched this scene.

This is the terrifying aspect of the power of evil gods.

It will not only harm the user, but also pollute everything around it.

He slowly turned around and looked at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan remained standing in the same spot, his eyes vacant, his body covered in wounds, like a walking corpse.

Shen Jianxin stepped forward, patted Wen Yan on the shoulder, and said in a heavy tone, "Wen Yan, I know you feel guilty."

"But this is not your fault, it is the fault of this evil god's power."

Wen Yan slowly raised her head, looking at Shen Jianxin with eyes full of confusion and pain.

"Wrong? Is it really the fault of power?"

"Or am I, like those cult members, inherently evil?"

"It was because of this power that she lost control and was killed by my own hands."

"Now, I've become like that too, hurting so many innocent people..."

Wen Yan's voice choked with emotion, and tears streamed down her face.