All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

ten meters.

100 meters.

km.

He climbed higher and higher, eventually hovering atop the clouds, looking down at the devastated city below, at the distant, bustling safe zone, and at the entire Second Earth, ravaged by catastrophe.

A howling wind swept across the sky, ruffling the hair on his forehead. The crimson divine markings stood out eerily and fiercely in the dim light of the day.

"Outline".

Ning Ye spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it pierced through layers of clouds and resounded in every corner of the world.

"You went to great lengths to mold me into the ultimate evil god."

"Now everyone has left, and all obstacles have disappeared."

"You no longer need to stay behind the scenes."

"Use whatever means you have."

The deathly still sky trembled slightly, as if an invisible supreme being was awakening.

The next moment!

Click— Click—!

The entire void began to shatter wildly!

The sky was covered with countless spatial cracks, and within the dark rifts, a strange black mist that was turbid, gloomy, and extremely violent surged.

Unlike the black mist in ordinary eerie dungeons, this black mist is dark and black in color, with faint gray-white lines mixed in inside.

That's the power of the script!

It is a strange energy, specially crafted for Ning Ye by the Heavenly Dao Outline, which consumed its own essence, and was used to tame the new god!

call out!call out!call out!

Ancient, twisted teleportation arrays covered with eerie, blood-red patterns appeared out of thin air from the shattered void.

One, ten, a hundred, thousands!

Countless teleportation portals floated in the sky, neatly arranged, stretching across the entire horizon, with no end in sight.

Inside each portal, a raging black mist from the script was boiling, and faint, chilling growls could be heard rising and falling from within.

Howling, teeth grinding, roaring, wailing...

Countless chaotic and violent sounds intertwined, merging into a terrifying sound wave that crushed the clouds and caused the ground below to tremble continuously.

The aftershocks emanating from the door alone were enough to instantly tear apart a high-level ghost domain and slaughter an entire medium-sized safe zone.

Ning Ye stared indifferently at the countless teleportation portals, his heart undisturbed.

He knew very well that what was inside the door was no ordinary wild monster.

It wasn't the group of evil gods from all heavens that had been brutally beaten by Yue Meng before.

They are the retinue of cunning.

Created from scratch by consuming the essence of the Heavenly Dao Outline and relying on the script rules, they are the exclusive servants of the ultimate evil god.

Their existence has only two meanings.

First, submit to Ning Ye, become a follower of the evil god, and complete the ending of the script.

Secondly, if Ning Ye refuses to submit, they will launch a coordinated attack, using overwhelming tactics to wear down the new god, forcibly tame Ning Ye, and force him to submit to the script.

Simple, straightforward, and extremely domineering.

"You think you can force me to submit by relying on a mass-produced group of followers?"

Ning Ye's lips curled into a cold smile.

Since the outline wants to determine the winner in the most primitive and brutal way.

He then accepted the gift.

Today, he personally subdued all the scheming associates.

Let the grand outline of the Heavenly Dao, which hangs high above all the heavens, understand—

Even if it personally paved the way for my godhood, even if it controls all the rules of the script.

And there will never be a way to control my will.

With that thought in mind, Ning Ye slowly raised his right hand.

Palms facing up, fingers slightly curled.

Buzz—!

An extremely rich, eerie purplish-black primordial energy, accompanied by supreme evil god divinity, instantly surged out from his body.

The two forces intertwined and merged, rapidly condensing and shaping in the palm of the hand.

Black represents the treacherous, purple represents the divine.

The black and purple energy torrent was continuously compressed and condensed, bursting out with a piercing, whistling sound.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and the oppressive aura became increasingly terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, a giant heavy sword, a hundred meters long and covered with fine, eerie blood-red patterns, took shape high in the sky!

The blade was incredibly sharp, gleaming coldly, with a thick and sturdy spine, and was surrounded by layers of black mist and purple divine lightning.

The sword hilt is simple and unadorned, yet it carries the eerie origins of the entire Second Earth and the authority of the new gods.

This sword has no name.

Ning Ye could also bestow countless names upon them with a single thought.

He gripped the hilt with one hand, his wrist sinking slightly, causing the heavy sword to drop gently. The air was torn apart by the pressure of the sword, producing a hissing sound.

"come out."

Ning Ye uttered two words calmly.

It was as if a divine decree had been issued.

next second!

Awooo!!!

A sharp, frenzied, and endlessly violent eerie roar resounded throughout the entire sky!

Thousands of portals simultaneously lit up with a blinding dark red light!

Rumble!

One after another, the various and ferocious-looking Mischief Familiars surged out of the portal like a tidal wave!

At the very front row were tens of thousands of mutated shadow slaves.

Their bodies were shriveled and emaciated, completely black, with twisted and deformed limbs, no facial features, and their entire head consisted of a gaping maw covered with fine fangs. Their feet shattered the clouds, raising a foul-smelling black mist.

Following closely behind were hundreds of armored monsters.

He was encased in two-meter-tall, heavy, jet-black armor, with gray-white silk threads flowing from the gaps in the armor. He wielded a rusted giant axe, and with each step he took, the clouds shattered, his brute force terrifying beyond measure.

Further away, flying creatures blotted out the sky.

The Nether Bat, with a wingspan of ten meters and blood-red eyes, hisses and sprays corrosive black mist; the slender Soul-Devouring Serpent, traversing the void, conceals its tracks and specializes in ambushing the enemy's soul.

In addition to these, there are also masked puppets, bone-spiked demonic apes, and cursed corpses...

Countless mass-produced, bizarre familiars, exclusive to the outline, densely covered the entire high-altitude cloud layer.

The number is far more than hundreds of thousands or millions!

Looking around, there was a vast, dark expanse, like a surging tide, completely blocking all of Ning Ye's escape routes.

The stench, putridity, death, and resentment mingled together, forming a terrifying negative storm that swept across the entire abandoned city.

Below, countless remaining low-level monsters were crushed into black mist by the overwhelming pressure emanating from the torrent of followers, without even the chance to struggle.

"Hiss—So many?"

Ning Ye's gaze swept over the densely packed, eerie retinues around him, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a faint fighting spirit.

For ten years, he has been slaying countless monsters.

But this is the first time I've faced a high-level, bizarre torrent of millions of people like today.

Moreover, each of these followers is comparable to a high-level monster, and there are even dozens of commander-level followers comparable to high-ranking evil gods.

Its value far surpasses that of any previous catastrophe.

"You lowly heretic, defying the divine script, deserve to die!"

"Submit to the new master and submit to the established order, or your soul will be crushed and you will be annihilated forever!"

A series of hoarse and obscure mental fluctuations emanated from the minds of countless followers, converging into a unified will that questioned Ning Ye high in the sky.

This is the basic instruction given to the dependents in the outline, and also the final warning.

Submit, live, and become a legitimate evil god.

Rebellion, death, being tamed by their kin, becoming a puppet.

Ning Ye held his sword in one hand, his body enveloped in a dark purple divine light that rippled in the wind. He stared directly at the million-strong horde of monsters before him and spoke in a loud voice:

I'll say it one last time.

"Becoming a god is part of the script, I accept that."

"But my fate, my path, everything I have, are up to me."

"You want me to submit to the Great Charter? Impossible."

"Or, you can beat me into submission."

"Want one—"

Ning Ye gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, causing the blade to tremble and emit a clear, ringing sound!

"Today I will stand here and defeat you all!"

"From this day forward, you are my subjects, obeying only my commands, and will have no further connection with the Heavenly Order!"

These words ignited the fury of the entire treacherous tide!

"presumptuous!!"

"Disrespect for the script? Execution!"

"Charge! Crush the heretics!"

Boom—!

Millions of treacherous followers launched an attack at the same time!

Shadow slaves charged wildly, shattering the clouds; bizarre beasts rampaged, their giant axes cleaving the air; flying retinues swooped down, blotting out the sun!

A million-strong horde of monsters surged from all directions, launching a simultaneous encirclement and suppression with overwhelming force!