All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

"The moment you save the world is the moment you become its utter enemy!"

boom!!!

Extreme tension, extreme contradiction, extreme dilemma.

It instantly tore Ning Ye's mind apart!

Half of it represents the ultimate hope for saving all living beings.

Half of it is an endless abyss of demonic destruction.

The gentle, seductive voice of Heaven echoed once more in my sea of ​​consciousness, both tender and cruel.

"Ning Ye, there's no need to overthink it."

"By becoming the new god, you can end all suffering."

"What you have sought for ten years has been fulfilled in a single day."

"Countless dead and countless sufferings will be saved through you."

"Sacrifice one person to benefit humanity for all eternity."

"This is what you've always been doing, isn't it?"

These words, like a gentle knife, pierced Ning Ye's heart.

Yes.

He has been sacrificing himself for the past ten years.

Sacrifice reputation, sacrifice stability, sacrifice personal feelings, sacrifice everything that belongs to ordinary people.

Alone, he shouldered all the darkness and protected the light in the world.

Now, all we need to do is sacrifice one last time.

Sacrifice one's principles, sacrifice one's humanity, sacrifice oneself.

They were completely reduced to bizarre evil gods and puppets of the Heavenly Dao.

That would bring complete peace to the entire world.

Not worth it?

From the perspective of the greater good of the people.

It was totally worth it.

One person falls into demonic possession, and eternal peace prevails.

Supreme merit, endless redemption.

From one's own perspective...

Too cruel.

He spent his entire life protecting humanity, slaying the supernatural, and hating darkness.

Finally, you must personally transform yourself into the very thing you hate, fear, and want to kill the most in your life.

Good and evil are irreconcilable throughout one's life.

In the end, he himself became the greatest evil.

"I……"

Ning Ye felt a dryness in his throat and his fingertips trembled slightly.

This was the first time in his ten years of bloody battles that he had truly panicked and felt genuinely lost.

He is not afraid of death.

We are not afraid of war.

I am not afraid of the sky falling and the earth cracking, nor am I afraid of being cursed by ten thousand people.

But he was afraid.

He feared that the world he had personally protected would ultimately be protected by him, a fallen demon.

He feared that if he spent his entire life slaying the supernatural, he would eventually become the source of the supernatural himself.

I fear that the principles of good and evil that I have upheld throughout my life will collapse one day and be completely wiped out.

"Don't believe it! Ning Ye!!"

Thousands of evil gods used their last remaining divine power to frantically roar and dissuade them.

"It's lying to you! This isn't salvation! This is utter destruction!"

"What it wants is not a new god to save the world! What it wants is a controllable source of ultimate darkness!"

"It needs an invincible evil god to rule the world, forever creating crises, forever creating catastrophes, and forever maintaining the cycle of the script!"

"Today you transform into an evil god to save the world, but tomorrow it will control you and unleash another catastrophe upon the heavens!"

"What it wants is an eternal closed loop of the script, an eternal opposition between good and evil, and an eternal suffering for all living beings!"

"It just doesn't want to do it itself! It wants to use your hands to finish this eternal, never-ending drama!"

Ning Ye closed his eyes tightly, and two voices in his mind were fighting and colliding fiercely.

On one side are the common people, a decade-long obsession, and the ultimate dream of lasting peace on earth.

On one side lies one's true principles and righteousness, a lifelong commitment, and an unyielding spirit that will never succumb to evil.

[Agree to it.] [Become an evil god, ascend to godhood.] [End the catastrophe, save everyone.] [Your ten years of suffering will have been worth it.]

[Absolutely not!] [Once you fall, there is no turning back!] [You will become a puppet, a murder weapon, a pawn of the eternally evil Heaven!] [The mortal realm you protect does not need a demon to fulfill it!]

Endless internal struggle, endless inner turmoil.

Never before had he felt so helpless, so lost, so caught in a dilemma.

He looked up at the gray sky, his voice hoarse, filled with extreme exhaustion and struggle.

"The Way of Heaven".

"you tell me."

"I save the world in the body of an evil god."

"And then what happens after the rescue?"

The will of Heaven responded gently, without any flaws.

"After the salvation, you will become a new god of the heavens, in charge of world order, and enjoy eternal worship."

May there be eternal peace on earth, and may all the heavens be at peace. May you attain perfection and leave your name for eternity.

lie.

It's all a lie.

Ning Ye knew perfectly well in his heart.

Once he sheds his humanity, assumes the complete status of an evil god, and is completely bound to the Heavenly Dao.

He was no longer Ning Ye.

Ning Ye, who guarded the world for ten years, had a strong sense of righteousness, and clearly distinguished between good and evil.

will die.

Completely dead.

The one who survives will only be an obedient, cold, ruthless puppet god who can be manipulated at any time to bring disaster to the world.

"I have guarded the human world for ten years."

Ning Ye murmured softly, his voice trembling.

"I have slain countless monsters and protected countless living beings."

"I will never coexist with darkness in my entire life."

"Why should I ultimately become darkness itself?"

"Why should I become a demon as the price for saving lives?"

The voice of Heaven remained gentle, yet carried an unyielding, icy authority.

"Because it's the only way."

"An unsolvable catastrophe, only an evil god can end it."

"The heavens are corrupted, but only darkness can purify them."

"To save all living beings, one must first become the calamity of all living beings."

"This is a transaction, and also destiny."

You have no choice.

There is no choice.

Those four simple words weighed heavily on Ning Ye, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Yes.

Does he have any other choice?

No, I won't agree.

The catastrophe will endure forever, the strangeness will never cease, and humanity will forever be mired in suffering, with countless lives dying tragically generation after generation.

promise.

Self-annihilation leads to transformation into a demon, becoming a puppet, and never being able to rise again.

To save the world is to destroy oneself.

If you cling to your original intentions, you will abandon the people.

A dilemma for all time, an extreme dead end.

Above the heavens, the oppressive power of the Heavenly Dao grew ever stronger.

An invisible force of rules slowly descended, beginning to forcefully penetrate Ning Ye's physical body and soul.

It did not coerce or suppress.

It's just a gentle infiltration, a gentle assimilation, a gentle transformation.

Gradually, his humanity was eroded, and little by little, the divinity of the evil god was born.

It is waiting.

Wait until he nods willingly on his own.

As long as he has a change of heart, he will completely compromise.

Immediately ascend to godhood, immediately fall into demonic ways, immediately end the catastrophe.

Below, amidst the ruins, the consciousness of countless evil gods grew increasingly dim.

The chance to break the deadlock that they fought so hard for ultimately became stepping stones for the will of Heaven.

They were unwilling to accept it, but they were powerless to change the situation.

All that could be uttered was a final, mournful cry.

"Ning Ye...don't compromise..."

Even if the world is plunged into eternal catastrophe... never lose yourself...

"If a person is not a true human being... what is the point of saving countless lives?"

"We are calamity... yet it is the so-called Heavenly Way... that brought us here..."

These words struck Ning Ye hard in the heart.

If a person does not become a complete person.

What's the point of saving so many lives?

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot, and the struggle in his heart surged to its extreme.

Yes.

He always believed that his mission was to save the world.

But in the end...

If the price of saving the world is to completely lose that self that is righteous and never gives up.

Is this rescue truly a form of redemption?

Or is it the greatest tragedy?

As if sensing his wavering, Heaven intensified its temptations, striking at his weakest point.

"Look down at the human world."

"The city was in ruins, the living were wailing, and corpses were everywhere."

"Countless children have not yet grown up, countless families have been torn apart, and countless heroes have been buried in the wilderness."

"As long as you nod, all this suffering will instantly disappear."

"Are you willing to let countless lives continue to suffer because of your stubbornness?"

"Or do you want to be misled by a bunch of evil gods?"

Moral blackmail and pressure based on a sense of righteousness.

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Ning Ye looked at the tragic scene of humanity reflected in the void, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Ten years flashed by in a blur.

Teammates who died in battle.

Fallen comrades.

Civilians pleading for help.

Desperate children.

Scene after scene, incident after incident.

Everything he tried his best to protect was all of this.

But now, fate is forcing him to make the cruelest choice.

"I……"

Ning Ye clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Light and darkness clashed violently in the eyes, and humanity and demonic nature confronted each other in a frenzied standoff.

Endless internal struggle, endless dilemma.

In this crumbling, abandoned city.

Under the gaze of the Supreme Heavenly Dao.

Under the watchful gaze of the ancient evil god.

For the first time, the lone survivor in the human world has been completely plunged into an abyss of dilemma with no end in sight.

There is no way out ahead, and no way back behind.

Becoming a god is demonic, saving the world is calamity.