All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Yue Meng fell silent, her clenched fists slowly loosening.

She knew in her heart that what they were saying was the truth.

She understood the domineering and ruthless nature of the Heavenly Dao Outline better than anyone else.

Faced with absolute script rules, any reckless impulse will only hasten everyone's demise.

Not far away, Ning Ye stood amidst the ruins, his fingertips slightly curled, his eyes filled with bewilderment and incomprehension.

Half a step into the author's realm.

Reversing Yin and Yang, turning the world upside down.

It can check and balance the supreme Heavenly Dao.

These unfamiliar words were beyond all the knowledge he had accumulated during his ten years of slaying demons.

He couldn't understand what an author was, what a plot or script was, or even the so-called chess pieces and games.

All he knew was that, from beginning to end, he only wanted to protect the Earth, end the bizarre catastrophe, and allow all living beings to live in peace.

That's it.

Chen Su, with her keen eyes, instantly caught the confusion in Ning Ye's eyes.

He smiled faintly, without uttering any unnecessary words.

"It's normal that you don't understand."

"Since you are always inside the game, you naturally cannot see the secrets of the player and the world outside the board."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Su casually raised his right hand.

Whoosh—!

A pure, dazzling golden stream of light, devoid of any destructive power, burst forth from his fingertips.

The streak of light pierced through the void, ignoring the distance and instantly penetrating layers of air barriers, flowing directly into Ning Ye's sea of ​​consciousness between his brows.

There was no violent energy surge, no excruciating pain that tore at the soul.

The next second, a massive amount of complex information, covering countless ages and encompassing all the secrets of the heavens, filled Ning Ye's entire sea of ​​consciousness like a surging river!

Buzz—!

Ning Ye's mind jolted, and his body froze on the spot.

Countless fragmented images, secrets buried for eternity, the truth behind the birth of the world, the underlying logic of the outline, the origin of the half-step author realm...

Billions of pieces of information were frantically washing over his thoughts and perceptions.

This Earth is not a natural planet, but was created by Lin Nuannuan based on her memories.

All the bizarre calamities were caused by evil gods that escaped after Lin Nuannuan and Yue Meng fell unconscious during their battle.

The Evil Gods of All Ages were never inherently evil; they were all forcibly defined as villainous pawns by the outline.

Lin Nuannuan's destiny, Wei Yu's anchoring to Earth's coordinates, being forcibly chosen as the ultimate evil god...

All the doubts that had previously puzzled me suddenly became clear.

It turns out that the dilemma I had been struggling with for days had been written into the script from the very beginning by that invisible writer.

From beginning to end, he still couldn't escape the game.

After a long while.

Ning Ye slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes filled with complex emotions, utterly exhausted both physically and mentally.

He finally understood everything completely.

They understood the helplessness of the evil god, the forbearance of Lin Nuannuan, the tragic sacrifice of Wei Yuwan, and the predicament of Chen and Su standing idly by.

Seeing that Ning Ye had finished processing all the information, Chen Su put her hands behind her back, spoke calmly, and revealed the solution that had already been decided.

"It's better to guide than to block."

"Since the Heavenly Dao Outline is so obsessed with completing the final plot and creating a controllable ultimate evil god, then we will follow its script."

Five simple words instantly captured everyone's attention.

Yue Meng frowned: "Follow the script? You mean, let it control you and force Ning Ye to become a world-destroying evil god?"

"No."

Chen Su shook his head slightly, a shrewd glint flashing in his eyes.

"We follow the script, not obey the script."

"According to the original plan of the outline, the first step is to let Ning Ye inherit the origin of the evil god, ascend to the position of the new god of the heavens, fill the plot gap of the old villain's collapse, and appease the will of heaven."

"The second step is for you, Yue Meng, to gather all the remaining evil gods in this realm and seal them all in the desolate outer dimension."

"The spiritual pollution of those evil gods is innate. If we allow it to spread throughout the heavens, it will inevitably trigger another large-scale catastrophe sooner or later."

"Rather than letting them roam around and be repeatedly used by the outline, it's better for us to seal them away ourselves once and for all."

Pei Shaoyu nodded slightly in agreement: "This plan is the safest."

Those who are halfway to the author level can contend with the outline, but they cannot directly erase the outline's will that controls the origin of the world.

A head-on confrontation would only provoke an excessive backlash from the outline, causing the entire world to collapse and everyone to perish together.

Going with the flow and using the script to break the script is currently the only way out.

Pei Shaoyu turned his head, his gaze falling on Ning Ye, whose expression was complicated, and his usually cold tone carried a rare hint of seriousness.

"Ning Ye".

I know your concerns and struggles.

"You have spent ten years slaying evil spirits, hating evil as if it were your enemy, and loathing darkness and the bizarre most."

"It would be too cruel for you to accept the power of the evil gods and become one of the evil gods of the heavens."

"But I still want to tell you something."

"Power itself has no distinction between good and evil, right and wrong."

"Darkness and light are ultimately just two completely different forms of energy."

"What truly determines good and evil is never power, but the person who wields that power."

"As long as you remain true to your original aspirations, stay true to your convictions, and uphold your original intentions."

"The body of an evil god can protect the human world and also defy fate."

These words are straightforward, clear, and hit the nail on the head.

This coincided with the words the Eyeball Evil God had previously used to persuade him.

Ning Ye lowered his head and gave a bitter laugh, his eyes filled with exhaustion and self-mockery, his voice hoarse:

"Do I even have a choice?"

This sentence contains so much emotion.

Helplessness, resentment, exhaustion, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

If we do not accept this, countless people will be plunged into catastrophe for generations, suffering the torment of bizarre slaughter day after day.

To accept, to abandon half a lifetime of principles, to become the very source of darkness one hates most, and to become a pawn in a script.

From beginning to end, he seemed to have a choice, but in reality, he had no choice at all.

Everyone is pressuring him, the people are waiting for him, the grand scheme is plotting against him, and fate is dragging him along.

Seeing Ning Ye's dejected and helpless appearance, Yue Meng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

Her red dress fluttered slightly in the wind, and the cold murderous intent that had been in her eyes faded, leaving only ultimate composure and sincerity.

There was no condescending preaching, no moral blackmail, just the simplest and most straightforward sentence.

"You have."

The two simple words instantly made Ning Ye look up sharply, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.

Yue Meng looked directly into Ning Ye's eyes and said clearly, word by word:

"Don't be held hostage by the so-called greater good of the people, and don't be bound by the shackles of the script."

"Becoming an evil god is never the only solution to save the world."

"If you truly resist, are unwilling to fall into darkness, and are unwilling to bear this burden imposed upon you by everyone."

"Then we'll find someone else."

"If the outline wants a controllable evil god and wants to complete the ending story, then we'll choose a new pawn to replace you."

"They stepped out of the author's realm and entered the game, not to force innocent people to sacrifice themselves."

"We're here to break the script and protect everyone."

"To save the world, we can scheme, we can plot, we can sacrifice, but we will never make things difficult for any ordinary person who is inherently good and unwilling to compromise."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire world fell silent.

A hint of approval flashed in Chen Su's eyes, but she did not interrupt.

Pei Shaoyu's eyes flickered slightly, tacitly agreeing with Yue Meng's statement.

They have the ability to rewrite parts of the plot and replace the pieces in the script.

The reason we didn't move earlier was that we didn't want to disrupt the overall plan.

However, if Ning Ye resists from the bottom of his heart, they would rather readjust the plan than force him.

Ten years of solitary waiting have already wronged him too much.

Ning Ye stared blankly at the girl in red before him, his heart trembling violently.

For so long, everyone has been telling him that sacrificing himself to save humanity is his only destiny.

Only Yuemeng told him—

You can refuse.

You can be selfish.

Your true intentions are far more important than the greater good of the people.

Jun Yi shrugged and smiled in agreement: "To be honest, I also think it's better not to pressure him. Ning Ye has already endured ten years of darkness; there's no need to force him to shoulder the entire world's burden."

At this moment, the heavy burden that had been weighing on Ning Ye's heart for days quietly eased a little.

But what follows is a new round of even more agonizing choices.

Acceptance is both self-redemption and an eternal shackle.

To refuse is to follow one's heart, but it is also a sin.

The game remains unsolved, but this time, the choice truly rests in his own hands.