All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The fierce battle in the endless void had reached a fever pitch. Black energy, like an inky tsunami, coiled around Shen Jianxin's figure, its devouring power surging wildly, even drawing the surrounding violent gales into his body. He gripped the jet-black Devouring Sword, each swing carrying the power to tear through space and time. His blood-red pupils held only icy killing intent; his reason had long been eroded by negative energy, leaving only a faint glimmer, like a candle flickering in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Lie Yangzi's body surged with purple lightning, his dark purple dragon-patterned robe billowing even without wind. The lightning condensed in his palm into a lightning blade several meters long, each bolt carrying destructive power, colliding with Shen Jianxin's Devouring Sword. "Boom!" A deafening roar echoed in the void as the purple lightning and pitch-black energy annihilated each other, stirring up ripples of energy that filled the sky. Even the Chaos Demon God watching from afar instinctively retreated several meters to avoid the terrifying aftershocks.

"Boy, your strange physique is quite something!" Lie Yangzi's expression was solemn, his left arm slightly numb. Just now, he had been shaken by Shen Jianxin's devouring power, causing his blood and qi to surge. He had thought that the other party was just an ordinary cultivator who was seriously injured, but he did not expect that the awakened physique would be so powerful, especially that power that could devour all energy, which made it difficult for his proud lightning power to exert its full strength.

Shen Jianxin didn't respond, only letting out a low roar. His figure moved like a ghost through the lightning, unleashing a series of deadly strikes with his Devouring Sword. His movements were wildly uncontrolled, devoid of any technique, yet he relied on the powerful physique and explosive force brought by the Devouring Power to relentlessly suppress Lie Yangzi. No one noticed that as the black energy around him surged, wisps of spatial storms were quietly being drawn into it—this was the primordial power of the void, far more violent than ordinary gales. Unconsciously, Shen Jianxin had already begun absorbing this terrifying energy hidden deep within the void, his aura growing increasingly heavy and profound.

The Chaos Dragon Demon perched on the edge of the void, its gaze fixed intently on the battle, a hint of amusement in its voice: "This Devouring Physique is quite rare. If I could harness it for my own purposes, it would be a formidable asset." The Flame Demon brandished its giant axe, its eyes gleaming with excitement: "That guy, Lieyangzi, is going to be in trouble! Just watch, once they're both exhausted, we'll reap the benefits!" The other Chaos Demons echoed its sentiments, their eyes filled with greed, awaiting the perfect moment to strike.

Hongjun stood before the golden light barrier, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed intently on Shen Jianxin. He clearly sensed that the devouring power within Shen Jianxin was not only absorbing Lieyangzi's lightning power and the void's qi, but also secretly absorbing the energy of the spatial storm. This indiscriminate devouring was causing his power to surge at an alarming rate. "If this continues, even if he manages to kill Lieyangzi, he will completely become a monster of devouring, affecting the entire prehistoric world," Hongjun thought to himself, a wisp of Daoist energy gathering at his fingertips, ready to intervene at any moment. However, he dared not be easily distracted by the watchful eyes of the Chaos Demon God.

On the battlefield, Lie Yangzi's expression grew increasingly grim. Each time his lightning strikes Shen Jianxin, it is instantly devoured by the opponent's black energy, transforming into his own power. Meanwhile, Shen Jianxin's attacks become increasingly fierce, and his physical body, nourished by the devouring power, becomes indestructible. Lightning blades can only leave shallow white marks when they strike him. "I can't let this drag on any longer!" Lie Yangzi made a decisive decision. The lightning around him suddenly surged, and he transformed into a gigantic lightning dragon, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, as he slammed into Shen Jianxin.

Shen Jianxin's killing intent intensified. Instead of retreating, he advanced, gripping the Devouring Sword to meet the attack. Black energy condensed around him, forming a massive shadow that collided with the thunder dragon. Instantly, lightning and black energy exploded in the void, the violent energy shockwave sweeping in all directions, tearing the surrounding void into countless cracks. At this crucial moment of the fierce battle, an extremely faint, almost imperceptible fragment of a soul slowly drifted from the depths of the void.

The fragment, crystal clear and gleaming with a faint golden light, was as tiny as a speck of dust. It struggled through the violent energy surge, finally settling silently on Shen Jianxin's shoulder. This was a fragment of Lin Nannan's remaining soul, her primordial soul seed as a transmigrator—even though her body was torn apart by the void storm, this soul seed, imprinted with the aura of Earth and the origin of a transmigrator, had not dissipated. Like a dandelion seed scattered by the wind, it ultimately found its way to Shen Jianxin, a fellow transmigrator.

The moment the soul seed landed on his shoulder, it transformed into a faint golden light, flowing along Shen Jianxin's brow and slowly merging into his sea of ​​consciousness. The fierce battle outside continued unabated, and Shen Jianxin's figure still darted through the black mist, but his sea of ​​consciousness had quietly undergone a change.

Shen Jianxin's sea of ​​consciousness was now pitch black, endless negative energy surging like a tide. Anger, violence, despair, and self-blame intertwined, transforming into a hideous black shadow that roared and swirled within his sea of ​​consciousness. Only in the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness did a faint glimmer of light remain, his last vestige of reason, manifesting in his physical form—a curled-up figure, hands clutching his head, forehead tightly furrowed, face filled with pain and regret, constantly murmuring, "Nannan... I'm sorry... I didn't protect you well... It's all my fault..."

Just then, the golden light slowly condensed in the center of his consciousness, transforming into a tiny figure. It was a little girl who looked only about six years old, wearing a pink dress, with curved eyebrows and eyes—a miniature version of Lin Nannan. Her figure was somewhat ethereal, yet carried a faint warmth. Standing in that wisp of light, she looked at Shen Jianxin curled up on the ground and softly sang that familiar lullaby: "Little insects fly~ Little insects fly~ Who are you thinking of~"

A gentle song echoed in the dark sea of ​​consciousness, nourishing the mind that was being eroded by negative energy like a clear spring. Shen Jianxin, who had been curled up, stiffened slightly, his murmurs gradually stopped, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion and pain, his gaze falling on the little girl.

The little girl walked step by step to him, reaching out her tiny hand to gently touch his furrowed brow. Her fingertips glowed with a faint golden light, and warmth spread from his brow, slowly soothing the pain and anger in his heart. Shen Jianxin looked at the little girl before him, his pupils contracting slightly. The confusion in his eyes faded, replaced by an incredulous pain: "Nannan...is that you?"

The little girl didn't speak, but gently shook her head at him, a tender smile in her eyes, without a trace of resentment, only pure relief. Her figure gradually became ethereal, transforming into countless golden specks of light, scattering like stars, eventually converging into a dazzling golden ocean that slowly spread out, illuminating the entire dark sea of ​​consciousness.

The negative energy lurking in his sea of ​​consciousness, illuminated by the golden ocean, gradually melted and dissipated like snow meeting the blazing sun, and the previously turbulent sea of ​​consciousness slowly returned to calm. The last vestige of rationality, nourished by the golden ocean, rapidly grew stronger and regained control of the entire sea of ​​consciousness. Shen Jianxin slowly stood up, the pain and confusion in his eyes fading, replaced by calmness and sharpness. His aura also subsided, no longer the previous violent and uncontrollable frenzy, but possessing a more composed and refined quality.

Outside, Shen Jianxin, who was locked in a stalemate with Lei Long, suddenly felt the black aura around him freeze. The intense crimson color in his blood-red pupils gradually faded, returning to their original clarity, but with an added chilling aura of having endured countless tribulations. He abruptly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had completely regained control of his body.

The previous frenzied, brute-force attacks vanished. Shen Jianxin swayed, breaking free from the intertwining black energy and lightning, and stood in the void, his hands rapidly forming intricate sword incantations. As the incantations progressed, the pitch-black Devouring Sword in his hand suddenly swelled, the black energy no longer scattering wildly, but instead condensing into a majestic Dharma image—a Dharma image a thousand feet tall, clad in pitch-black armor, wielding a giant sword, surrounded by a faint golden light and black energy, possessing both the chilling power of devouring and the majesty of rational control.

Just as Lieyangzi, transformed into a thunder dragon, was preparing to charge again, he saw Shen Jianxin's aura suddenly change, and a strong sense of unease rose in his heart. "This is... he has regained his senses?" Lieyangzi wondered in surprise, wanting to retreat, but it was already too late.

Shen Jianxin stared coldly at the Thunder Dragon, and uttered a low shout: "Slash!" His thousand-foot-long Dharma Image moved accordingly, and the giant sword in his hand, carrying the power to tear through space and time, slashed fiercely down at the Thunder Dragon. This sword was no longer a simple collision of forces, but a fusion of devouring power and the profound meaning of sword techniques, precisely locking onto the core of the Thunder Dragon—the true body of Lie Yangzi.

"No!" Lie Yangzi roared in terror, trying to unleash his lightning power to defend himself, but the Dharma Body Greatsword fell too fast and too powerfully. With a "whoosh," the greatsword pierced straight through the Thunder Dragon's left arm, and the dark devouring power surged in instantly, frantically consuming the lightning power and Lie Yangzi's body.

"Ah—!" Lieyangzi let out a shrill scream. The form of the thunder dragon instantly dissipated, revealing his true form. His left arm had been completely pierced by the giant sword. The dark devouring power spread along the wound, instantly shattering half of his body. Blood and broken flesh splattered in the void, and his aura instantly weakened.

Shen Jianxin's eyes were icy cold, showing no mercy. He was about to unleash the Dharma Body Greatsword to completely kill Lie Yangzi when he saw a ruthless and resolute glint flash in Lie Yangzi's eyes. He clenched his right hand and crushed a blue jade token he always carried. The moment the jade token shattered, a dense blue light burst forth from it, enveloping the remaining half of Lie Yangzi's body, instantly tearing through the void to form a temporary spatial passage.

"Shen Jianxin! I will remember this grudge! One day I will return in person and grind you to dust!" Lie Yangzi's roar echoed from the spatial passage, filled with intense hatred and resentment. A cyan light enveloped his body, rapidly surging into the passage, which then closed and vanished completely into the void—it was the protective jade token of the Lie Yang Realm, capable of opening a spatial passage in times of crisis to bring its holder back to the Lie Yang Realm with the help of the world's will.

Shen Jianxin watched the closing spatial passage without giving chase. He raised his hand and waved, causing his thousand-foot-tall Dharma Image to slowly dissipate, and the pitch-black Devouring Sword returned to its original size, which he held in his hand. The black aura and golden light around him gradually subsided, and his aura returned to stability, although his face was still somewhat pale. Clearly, the outburst and regaining his sanity had taken a considerable toll on his consciousness and physical body.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on his hands, the fingertips still tinged with the chilling power of devouring. Yet, the gentle lullaby of Lin Nannan echoed clearly in his mind, along with the dazzling golden ocean within his sea of ​​consciousness. The pain and self-reproach in his heart had not dissipated, but instead, a new resolve had emerged—he would live, he would become stronger, not only to find his way home, but also to avenge Lin Nannan and make the Blazing Sun Realm pay the price it deserved.

In the void not far away, the Chaos Gods, seeing Lieyangzi escape and Shen Jianxin regain his sanity, gradually lost their initial excitement, replaced by a sense of solemnity. The Flame Demon stroked his giant axe, a hint of regret in his voice: "What a pity, we almost saw Lieyangzi killed." The Chaos Dragon Demon shook his head, his gaze fixed on Shen Jianxin, his tone deep: "After regaining his sanity, this kid's combat power is even greater than before, and he's even mastered the power of devouring. Keeping him alive will surely become a great threat in the future."

"Should we take action now and eliminate him?" a Chaos Demon God asked, his eyes filled with killing intent.

The Chaos Dragon Demon pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No need. He has just experienced a great battle and his aura is unstable. Hongjun is still watching us closely. If we make a move, Hongjun will definitely take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Moreover, after Lieyangzi escaped, he will certainly not let it go. We might as well observe the situation and wait until the two factions are both severely weakened before we make our move."

The other Chaos Gods nodded and fell silent, simply lingering at the edge of the void, their eyes fixed on Shen Jianxin and Hongjun, and the atmosphere once again became tense.

Hongjun stood before the golden light barrier, looking at Shen Jianxin, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He could sense that the devouring power within Shen Jianxin's body had been brought under control by reason, and there was no longer a risk of it going out of control. However, the sheer strength of this physique still made him wary. "This child has a special background and a strange physique. Whether he will be an aid to the Primordial World or a hidden danger in the future remains to be seen," Hongjun thought to himself. The Daoist aura at his fingertips slowly dissipated, and he temporarily abandoned his plan to intervene.

Shen Jianxin slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the Chaos Demon God, then looking at Hongjun, and finally settling on the depths of the void—the place where Lin Nannan's soul was scattered. He gripped the Devouring Sword tightly, his aura turning icy cold once more, the fire of revenge burning fiercely in his heart.