All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The rules of the universe on the Second Earth still retain the extremely terrifying divine aftershocks from the moment Ning Ye became a god.

Black divine light swept in all directions, and strange currents surged endlessly. The thousands of strange creatures that were originally restless were all forced to lie dormant deep underground under the suppression of this supreme divinity, trembling and not daring to make the slightest move.

In the center of the ruins.

Ning Ye stood quietly in place.

Her black hair moved without wind, and eerie crimson divine patterns spread from the corners of her eyes, wrapping around her neck and slowly sinking down her collarbone.

Two seemingly contradictory auras, sacred and dark, are perfectly blended within him.

The inner demons are unified, and light and darkness coexist.

Having accepted the bizarre origins of the entire Second Earth, he has completely ascended to the position of a new god.

At this moment, Ning Ye showed neither the ecstatic joy of a newly ascended god nor the numbness of a puppet evil god.

His eyes were calm and undisturbed, and his mind was as clear as a mirror.

Becoming a god is part of the script outline.

But the path he will take in the future, the way he will wield power, and his own conscience—whether it be good or evil—are all up to him.

The formless and intangible Heavenly Dao seemed to sense Ning Ye's rebellious heart. The subtle pressure of the rules in the world quietly intensified, locking onto the boy's body and implying a warning.

The air was still, and undercurrents were surging.

The deathly silence was so oppressive that it made it hard to breathe.

After a long silence, Chen Su, with his hands behind his back, slowly spoke, his aged voice breaking the stillness and echoing throughout the desolate city:

"We should go."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to look at the old man.

Chen Su rubbed his still slightly swollen dark circles, his gaze deep and fixed on Ning Ye, who was surrounded by a dark mist of divine light. His tone was extremely solemn:

"From this moment on, everything here is no longer our concern."

"The farce that belongs to all of us ends here. What follows is a battle that belongs solely to Ning Ye."

Upon hearing this, Yue Meng's red dress trembled slightly, and her cool eyes narrowed slightly.

She instantly understood Chen Su's unspoken meaning.

The outline will not allow an uncontrolled new god to live peacefully.

Since Ning Ye refuses to become a puppet, the script will immediately activate the backup plan, using the most brutal and direct method to forcibly tame this newly ascended god.

The method of taming was to send out countless strangely crafted followers to wear down Ning Ye's will, forcing him to bow down and obediently submit to the script.

Pei Shaoyu, his white robes fluttering, remained expressionless, his aloof demeanor completely calm. His spacetime authority, granted at the half-step author level, slowly receded as he added calmly:

"The outline won't kill you outright."

"In its eyes, you are still the optimal solution and the ultimate vessel for the evil god."

"It will use its overwhelming numbers to constantly wear you down and torment you until you fully recognize reality, give up resistance, and willingly become a pawn in its hands."

Ning Ye raised his eyes and looked at the people in mid-air, his expression calm: "I understand."

From the moment he publicly defied the outline and declared that God was determined by himself, he had already foreseen everything that would follow.

The Heavenly Dao is arrogant and stubborn, and will never tolerate a pawn that breaks free from its control and dares to defy the script.

"Haha, Brother Ning Ye, then we'll take our leave first."

Junyi straightened up, his usual playful smile gone, replaced by a hint of youthful sternness in his eyes.

He walked forward, looking intently at Ning Ye from a distance of several dozen meters:

"I won't bother with those empty pleasantries."

"I hope you can withstand the coming storm and survive."

"Ning Ye, we'll meet again."

"We'll meet again at the pinnacle of the future heavens."

Ning Ye nodded slightly, his tone calm: "Thank you for your kind words."

"It's not just you."

Junyi turned his head and looked around at Chen Su, Pei Shaoyu, and Yue Meng, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"We all have our own challenges ahead."

"Ning Ye must face the overwhelming tide of the Great Outline's followers and break free from the shackles of the evil god."

"And I, too, must face my own destiny's battle."

His battlefield is not on the Second Earth, nor in the ruins of the Ghost Realm.

Instead, it lies in the gaps between the heavens in a higher dimension, in an unknown place that even a half-step author realm expert fears greatly.

There lies the destiny that belongs to Junyi, sealed away for eternity.

Upon hearing this, Chen Su nodded slightly: "Since everyone has made their decisions, then let's part ways here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man raised his hand and waved.

Buzz—!

A giant spatial passage spanning a hundred meters suddenly opened up in the depths of the void.

The passageway was filled with dazzling light and the fragments of spacetime swirled wildly, connecting to all the heavens and myriad worlds. It was a supreme spacetime gate exclusively for those at the half-step author realm.

Chen Su was the first to lift her foot and step into the spatial passage.

Pei Shaoyu followed closely behind, his white-clad figure flashing and disappearing into the depths of the passage in an instant.

Junyi took one last deep look at Ning Ye and Yue Meng below, then his figure flickered, transforming into a black streak of light as he stepped into the passage.

Two supreme figures, powerful enough to shake the heavens, departed forever.

The world instantly became mostly deserted.

The once bustling ruins are now empty except for Yue Meng and Ning Ye.

The surroundings fell silent once again.

Clad in flowing red robes, Yue Meng turned her head to the side, her cool gaze fixed on the depths of the void, where the lingering aura of the evil gods who had previously fled in disarray still remained.

She parted her red lips slightly and said softly, "I should go too."

"I must seal all the remaining evil gods in the heavens as soon as possible to prevent Da Gang from using them to cause chaos again, in accordance with the plan Chen Su set earlier."

Ning Ye responded calmly, "I understand."

"Be careful, you're all alone," Yuemeng cautioned.

"The same to you."

Two simple words of advice, without any unnecessary sentimentality, and everything was understood without being said.

next second.

boom--!

Centered on Yue Meng, an endless crimson domain suddenly unfolded!

The area spanned a kilometer in radius, enveloped in crimson light, with layers of spatial barriers stacked upon each other, and the laws of Yin and Yang completely sealed off.

This is Yue Meng's exclusive domain of confinement, specifically designed to suppress the supernatural and evil gods. Once enveloped, one's cultivation will be forcibly suppressed by 70%, one's source power will be unavailable, and there will be no way to escape.

The moment the domain unfolded, in the distant outer void, the figures of evil gods fleeing in panic were instantly locked onto by the crimson glow.

Regardless of whether they hid in spacetime rifts or retreated into desolate dimensions, without exception, they were all forcibly pulled by the power of the domain.

Waaaaah—!

From the depths of the void came the terrified howls and roars of a group of evil gods.

"Let us go! Yuemeng, you've gone back on your word!"

"We have already promised never to set foot on Earth or in any of the heavens, why do you still insist on exterminating us?!"

"Let us leave!"

The roars, rising and falling, pierced the void, filled with resentment and despair.

Faced with the questioning of a group of evil gods, Yue Meng remained cold and unmoved.

"I never promised to set you free."

"I spared your lives before to give you a chance to survive."

"Sealing you now is to prevent future troubles."

"If the spiritual pollution you are born with is not removed, all living beings in the heavens will not have peace for a single day."

"Rather than let you become pawns repeatedly used by the Grand Plan, it is better to seal the void forever, so that all things in the heavens may be auspicious."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Meng closed her five fingers.

The crimson domain suddenly contracted, forcefully enveloping dozens of damaged evil gods and compressing them into a palm-sized crimson cocoon of light.

The surface of the cocoon is covered with intricate patterns, and the seals are layered upon each other. No matter how many ages pass, the evil god inside will never be able to break free.

After doing all this, Yuemeng looked up and took one last deep look at the boy on the ground.

"Ning Ye, you're alive."

With those three words, she moved in her red robes, her figure transforming into a blood-red afterimage. She leaped through the void, carrying the sealing cocoon of light, and vanished completely from this world.

This is the end.

The vast, abandoned city was now completely empty, with only Ning Ye remaining.

Alone, he faces the bizarre torrent of the entire Second Earth and the supreme Heavenly Dao.

A breeze began to blow quietly.

It swirls up fine, charred dust from the ground, sweeping across the devastated ruins.

Ning Ye slowly raised his foot, and black divine energy surged beneath his feet, lifting his body and slowly ascending into the air.