All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

On the surface of the cosmic continent, the sounds of battle shook the heavens and the earth.

Ye Fan controlled the Red-Maned Steed Zero, the insect blood on the golden-red armor had already congealed into clumps, and the crimson steam was wrapped with violent energy. Every punch he threw could blast a heavy insectoid creature to pieces.

The elite squad soldiers followed closely behind. Injected with the V3 modification drug, their combat power soared. Clad in the Red Mane Steed armor, they darted through the swarm of insects, slaughtering them and constantly collecting the dark green crystals from the insect corpses.

Yao Guang sat inside the command boat, staring intently at the holographic screen. While directing the squad's advance, he remained vigilant against the Federation squad led by Locke. His expression was solemn yet revealed a hint of certainty—if they could hold out for just a few more moments, they could collect enough crystals to successfully evacuate.

They were so engrossed in the fierce battle that they were completely unaware that deep within a distant spacetime tunnel, a crisis powerful enough to shake all worlds was quietly erupting.

At the edge of the space-time tunnel, beside the world of Ye Fan and the others, Yang Qinghuan, dressed in white robes and silver armor, was suspended in the void, his body surrounded by silver light, his expression still cold and indifferent.

But the next second, the silver light around him suddenly stopped, and the calmness on his face shattered instantly, replaced by extreme shock and solemnity, even with a hint of barely perceptible panic.

"Oh no! These lunatics! Who have they messed with?!"

Yang Qinghuan's voice trembled slightly, his fingertips gripping the silver spear tightly. The spear's originally stable silver glow now showed subtle fluctuations, clearly indicating that his mind had been greatly shocked.

His gaze was fixed on the other end of the space-time tunnel, his eyes filled with apprehension. That expression was not because of Ye Fan and the others' battles on the cosmic continent—in his eyes, Ye Fan and the others' battles were nothing more than the squabbles of ants, not worth mentioning at all.

What could cause such a drastic change in this powerful being who roams the heavens and serves as an inspector of the Cautious Conduct Division, even to the point of losing his composure, must be a terrifying crisis capable of shaking the order of all realms.

Without further hesitation, Yang Qinghuan's body shone with silver light, and he gripped the silver spear tightly with both hands, thrusting it fiercely into the void of the space-time tunnel!

"Buzz—"

A deafening roar echoed through the space-time tunnel. The once stable void instantly cracked with countless black fissures where the spear had pierced it. The fissures continued to spread, eventually forming a narrow tunnel that exuded an aura of endless nothingness.

Void!

This is a method of travel that only the most powerful beings in the heavens dare to attempt, and it is also the only way to briefly pass through a spacetime tunnel in the void.

However, this method is extremely dangerous—there is a 70% chance that one will be lost in the endless void and never be able to escape; and of the remaining 30%, even if one manages to reach the destination by chance, one will be seriously injured and one's combat strength will be greatly reduced.

As the inspector of the Heavenly Cautionary Division, Yang Qinghuan was naturally aware of the dangers involved, but at this moment, he could no longer care about such things.

Because that terrifyingly monstrous aura was none other than—the Azure Realm!

That was where the sentry Wei Yu died, the beginning of all the tragedies.

The Azure Realm!

At this moment, the sky above that small house was already shrouded in endless, dark, and malevolent energy. The malevolent energy surged like boiling ink, obscuring the entire sky, and even sunlight could not penetrate it.

A slender figure, exuding a terrifying and sinister aura, hovered directly above the hut, surrounded by dark red mist. Within the mist, countless tiny black tentacles slowly wriggled, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

She wore a long, jet-black dress, the hem of which was covered with eerie runes and gardenias. The runes shimmered with a dark red light, reflecting the evil aura surrounding her.

The woman's long hair fell down, covering most of her face, revealing only her sharply defined jawline and tightly pursed lips. Her eyes, however, were blood-red, churning with endless grief, anger, and murderous intent, as if they wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

Behind her, an even more bizarre and terrifying phantom slowly emerged.

The phantom was initially just a blurry lump of flesh, but nourished by the evil energy, it continued to swell and twist, and soon revealed its true form—it was not a lump at all, but an enormous single eye!

The single eye was entirely black, but its pupil was an eerie scarlet. It stared intently at the small house below where Wei Yu had died, a place filled with violence and madness.

Around the one-eyed creature grew countless thick tentacles, each covered with a dense array of tiny eyeballs. These eyeballs constantly rotated, emitting an eerie red light, looking in all directions as if trying to take in everything in the entire Canglan Realm.

As the tentacles wriggled, they made a "sticky" sound. With each wriggle, black slime would drip down. When the slime landed on the ground, it would instantly corrode small black holes, easily melting even hard rocks.

"Who! Who killed the sentry!"

A heart-wrenching roar erupted from the woman's mouth, her voice filled with endless grief and despair, like a wounded lone wolf howling madly.

The roar echoed throughout the entire Canglan Realm. Because of this roar, the ground began to tremble violently, cracked open, and black magma, mixed with evil energy, gushed out from the cracks.

Even more terrifying was the invisible yet incredibly powerful mental pollution that, accompanied by a roar, instantly erupted from the woman's body, spreading like a tsunami throughout the entire Canglan Realm.

This spiritual pollution is invisible and intangible, yet it carries extreme violence and despair. Wherever the pollution affects, all living things will instantly descend into madness.

In the distance, the originally docile beasts, after being affected by the mental pollution, instantly turned their eyes red, roared madly, and pounced on their companions, tearing and slaughtering each other in an extremely tragic scene.

The barren vegetation, shrouded in spiritual pollution, withered and turned black instantly, transforming into pools of black slime that merged into the earth. Even the spiritual energy in the air was polluted and became murky, emitting a pungent, malevolent aura.

The woman hovered in mid-air, her crimson eyes fixed on the small house below. Tears mixed with evil energy slid down from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto the ground and corroding small holes.

"You! You deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

Her voice was filled with endless hatred; every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, brimming with a destructive desire.

"I searched countless worlds, slaying countless monsters and saving countless lives from the brink of destruction, all to find a way home, all to see my headmistress again, to see my sister Han again..."

The woman's voice gradually choked with sobs, grief and despair overwhelming her like a tidal wave. "But you! You've cut off my way home! That was the only way I could see them!"

"Since you've extinguished my hopes, then you no longer need to live! Your world no longer needs to exist!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the evil aura around the woman surged several times over, and the one-eyed phantom behind her also suddenly grew larger. Originally only a few dozen feet in size, it now expanded to several hundred feet, covering the sky and the sun, as if it wanted to envelop the entire Canglan Realm.

"boom--"

An invisible spiritual pollution erupted again from the location of Wei Yu's death hut. This time, the pollution was more violent and terrifying than before. The entire sky of the Canglan Realm began to distort and shatter, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The earthquake trembled more violently, and countless huge cracks spread across the ground. Black magma and evil energy intertwined, turning the entire Canglan Realm into a living hell.

Just then, the void in front of the woman suddenly twisted violently, and a passage exuding an aura of endless nothingness slowly opened—it was Yang Qinghuan who, at the risk of being 70% lost, forcibly opened the void through the space-time passage to rush over!

A silver-white figure rushed out of the void passage, its body radiating a burst of silver light, like a sun in the darkness, instantly dispelling some of the surrounding evil energy.

Yang Qinghuan, holding a silver spear, hovered in mid-air, his expression extremely solemn. The silver light surrounding him trembled slightly due to his extreme vigilance. He stared intently at the woman and the one-eyed phantom before him, and shouted sharply, "Stop! Are you planning to destroy the entire Canglan Realm?!"

His voice, carrying the majesty of the Inspector of the Heavenly Cautionary Division, resounded like thunder, attempting to suppress the woman's anger.

Upon hearing this, the woman slowly turned her head, her crimson eyes fixed on Yang Qinghuan. The grief and murderous intent in her eyes did not diminish at all; instead, they were filled with more vigilance and coldness.

"You dare to stop me?" The woman's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth. "Who are you? How dare you interfere in my affairs!"

Holding a silver spear, Yang Qinghuan's body shimmered with silver light. His expression was calm, and his tone carried an undeniable authority: "I am Yang Qinghuan, Inspector of the Myriad Realms' Cautious Conduct Division! I uphold the order of the myriad realms and suppress all those who disturb the peace of the myriad realms!"

"As a being of such strange nature, you dare to vent your anger and release mental pollution in the Canglan Realm, attempting to destroy the entire world and disrupt the order of all realms. Do you know your crime?"

"A crime?" Upon hearing this, the woman suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, her laughter filled with endless mockery and indignation. "What crime have I committed?"

"I have saved countless worlds from invasion by monsters and protected countless lives. I have never harmed the innocent, yet they have severed my path home and shattered my only hope!"

The woman's laughter gradually turned chilling, and her crimson eyes once again gleamed with intense killing intent: "Who am I? I am Lin Nuannuan! A person toyed with by fate, betrayed by the world, unable even to return home!"

"No need for nonsense!" Lin Nuannuan's tone turned cold, and her evil aura surged once more. "Since you want to stop me, since you want to protect those who block my way home, then! Fight!"

Before she finished speaking, Lin Nuannuan moved with incredible speed, like a bolt of black lightning, and instantly rushed in front of Yang Qinghuan. The evil aura around her transformed into countless sharp blades, which fiercely stabbed towards Yang Qinghuan.

At the same time, the one-eyed phantom behind her let out a violent roar, and countless tentacles covered with eyeballs suddenly stretched out and frantically lashed out at Yang Qinghuan. The small eyeballs on the tentacles flickered with an eerie red light, releasing an even more intense mental pollution.

Even more astonishingly, several of the thick tentacles, nourished by the evil energy, instantly twisted and condensed, transforming into a huge black longsword. The longsword was entirely black, covered with strange runes, and exuded endless evil energy and killing intent. Lin Nuannuan grasped it in her hand.

"cut!"

With a low shout, Lin Nuannuan wielded a black longsword and slashed fiercely down at Yang Qinghuan's head. As the longsword swung, black sword energy, carrying violent mental pollution, swept towards Yang Qinghuan like a tsunami.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the void twisted and shattered. Even the evil energy in the air was torn apart by the sword energy, emitting a piercing shriek. Its power was terrifying to the extreme.

Seeing this, Yang Qinghuan's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He suddenly raised the silver spear in his hand, and the silver light on the spear body surged. Countless silver spear rays burst out from the spear, forming a solid silver barrier in front of him.

"clang--"

With a deafening roar, the black longsword slammed into the silver barrier. The sword energy and the spear light collided and exploded instantly, unleashing an extremely powerful energy shockwave that spread wildly in all directions.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the ground collapsed, mountains crumbled, and black magma was hurled into the air, turning into countless black fireballs that crashed to the ground, causing explosions.

Yang Qinghuan felt a numbness in his arm, and a tremendous force flowed into his body through the spear, causing him to involuntarily take several steps back, and the silver radiance around him dimmed slightly.

What he feared even more was not the immense power, but the mental pollution that accompanied the sword energy.

That spiritual pollution, invisible and intangible, quietly invaded his body through the gaps in the energy collision, attempting to disturb his mind and erode his consciousness.

In an instant, Yang Qinghuan felt a roar in his mind, and countless shrill roars and wails rang out in his mind. Those sounds were filled with endless despair and violence, trying to drag his consciousness into endless darkness.

His vision began to blur, and countless bizarre images appeared before his eyes—countless creatures being slaughtered by strange forces, countless worlds on the verge of destruction, and the grief and despair in Lin Nuannuan's eyes, all intertwined, making him uneasy.

"Oh no! This is mental pollution!"

Yang Qinghuan was startled and immediately reacted. He quickly circulated the power within his body to forcibly suppress the mental pollution that had invaded his body, attempting to completely expel this pollution from his body.

As the Inspector of the Heavenly Cautionary Division, he roamed the myriad realms and saw countless strange beings and evil gods. Naturally, he had also encountered mental pollution, but he had never seen such powerful and bizarre mental pollution.

Lin Nuannuan's mental pollution is different from ordinary evil god pollution. It contains not only extreme violence and despair, but also a trace of obsession and sorrow that is hard to detect. This obsession is like a maggot clinging to the bone. Once it enters the body, it is very difficult to completely expel it.

Even though Yang Qinghuan was incredibly powerful, far surpassing ordinary evil gods, he was still disturbed by this spiritual pollution, which made him uneasy and affected his combat strength.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and the silver light around him fluctuated more violently. The silver spear in his hand trembled slightly, and the originally stable spear light became somewhat scattered.

Seeing this, Lin Nuannuan's eyes flashed with a cold smile. Of course, she knew that her mental pollution was Yang Qinghuan's biggest weakness and the only way she could suppress Yang Qinghuan.

"Yang Qinghuan, your will is nothing more than this!" Lin Nuannuan shouted sharply, swinging her black longsword once more. Countless black sword energies, carrying even more violent mental pollution, slashed wildly towards Yang Qinghuan.

The one-eyed phantom behind him roared again, and the small eyeballs on its tentacles flared up with red light, releasing even more intense mental pollution. This pollution, like countless tiny needles, stabbed wildly into Yang Qinghuan's mind.

"Buzz—"

Another violent roar echoed in Yang Qinghuan's mind. This time, the mental shock was even more violent than before. He felt a splitting headache, as if his head was about to be completely torn apart by mental pollution.

More bizarre images appeared before his eyes, becoming clearer and more terrifying, making him want to give up and sink into endless darkness.