All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Above the ruins of Lan Jie, smoke and dust filled the air, and evil energy surged.

Yang Qinghuan staggered, his silver glow dimmed, and silver bloodstains remained at the corner of his mouth, but the silver spear in his hand was still fixed on Lin Nuannuan in the deep pit in the ground, without the slightest pity in his eyes.

Lin Nuannuan was covered in wounds, her black blood soaking through her long black dress. The one-eyed phantom behind her had long since become transparent, leaving only a faint trace of evil energy, barely maintaining its form. Its crimson eyes were now shrouded in despair.

She was defeated, utterly defeated, and had long since exhausted all her strength to resist.

"Disrupting the order of all realms and attempting to destroy the Canglan Realm, today, I will eliminate you, you evil god, on behalf of the Heavenly Cautionary Division."

Yang Qinghuan's voice was hoarse but still authoritative. He slowly raised the silver spear in his hand, and the remaining silver light on the spear shaft shone faintly again. An aura of determination burst forth from him.

He knew that Lin Nuannuan's obsession ran deep and that the source of the evil god had not been extinguished. If he did not eliminate her completely today, she would surely make a comeback and cause another catastrophe. The consequences would be unimaginable.

The spear was slowly raised, its silver light gathering, about to plunge down fiercely towards Lin Nuannuan, ending her life completely.

Just at this critical moment, a faint figure suddenly appeared out of thin air between the two. Its form was ethereal, like smoke, and its appearance was unclear. A soft halo surrounded it, quietly blocking Yang Qinghuan's silver light from the outside.

"Fellow Daoist, please hold your hand."

A gentle and calm voice came from the figure, without the slightest hint of hostility, yet carrying an irresistible force that caused Yang Qinghuan's spear, which was about to thrust out, to stop abruptly in mid-air.

"He's just someone who can't go home and is filled with unwavering attachments; why torment him like this?"

Yang Qinghuan's expression changed drastically, the silver light around him surged instantly, and his expression became extremely vigilant. He stared intently at the mysterious figure before him and shouted sharply, "Who are you?! How dare you obstruct the execution of official duties by my Zhutian Shenxing Division!"

He could sense that the figure before him possessed an ethereal and unpredictable aura. Though seemingly gentle, the figure's strength was unfathomable, far exceeding his expectations. Just moments ago, the opponent had blocked his attack with only a trace of aura, demonstrating strength that was definitely no less than his own.

What made him even more wary was that he couldn't see through the other party's origins, nor could he sense any evil or righteousness from them, as if the other party didn't belong to any of the myriad realms.

The mysterious figure chuckled softly, his voice still gentle: "Me? I'm just a mere rogue cultivator, without sect or school, wandering the heavens. I happened to pass by this place and saw that you were about to kill me, so I took pity on you and meddle in your business."

After a pause, the mysterious figure continued, "Please take this girl to the Myriad Realms Cautious Conduct Division. I believe your division chief will understand the reason once he sees her."

"As an old friend, I would like to remind you, fellow Daoist, that sometimes, facing such a dilemma is nothing short of a helpless situation. She is not utterly wicked; she was simply blinded by her obsession and was being played by fate."

old friend?

Yang Qinghuan frowned, his vigilance undiminished. He carefully examined the mysterious figure before him, trying to recall the powerful figures in the myriad realms, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember when he had met such a rogue cultivator with unfathomable strength.

"Lin Nuannuan, you really embarrass me! How could you lose at something so small?"

The voice did not come from the outside world, but resounded directly in Lin Nuannuan's mind, carrying a hint of complaint, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Lin Nuannuan shuddered, a glimmer of light instantly appearing in her bloodshot eyes. Despair replaced by astonishment, and she spoke instinctively, her voice weak yet filled with disbelief: "You're not dead? I thought you were dead back then!"

Years ago, she was invaded by a strange entity and, when she was desperate, she unexpectedly merged with this consciousness. The entity told her that it was going to "leave," and she always thought that the entity was dead.

The voice in my mind rang out again, tinged with helplessness and resentment: "...What I said back then was that I was rejected by the world you belonged to, and I couldn't stay any longer. I was leaving! Not that I died!"

"You spoke unclearly back then, how could anyone know if you left or died!" Lin Nuannuan's eyes welled up with tears, her tone tinged with grievance and relief. "For so many years, I've searched every corner of the universe, but I haven't seen you, nor have I seen any of you so-called evil god companions. Now, I can't even go home, and I'm going to die here..."

As she finished speaking, her voice choked up again, overwhelmed by a torrent of grievances and despair.

She saved countless worlds and slew countless monsters, but in the end, she ended up homeless and on the verge of death. Even her only companion was once mistakenly thought to be dead. Such an ending is too tragic.

The voice in my mind fell silent for a moment, then grew heavier, carrying a hint of helplessness and urgency: "This is my last shred of consciousness; I won't last much longer."

"Lin Nuannuan, to tell you the truth, all of you time travelers are insane!"

"Do you think I don't want to come out and help you? Do you think we evil gods really want to stay hidden forever?"

"One of your fellow villagers, one of those time travelers, trapped all of us remaining evil gods in a specific space. Without any explanation, he accused us of killing some sentinels. Just like you, he's insane and determined to kill us!"

"Although we are evil gods, born with an immortal constitution, we are trapped in that space by him, living a life worse than death. Even if we wanted to end our own lives, we couldn't—we are immortal, but now, we can't even die!"

At this point, the voice of that consciousness, tinged with despair and pleading, cried out, "Have a conscience! I'll save you one more time. Please, have mercy and come save us as soon as you recover! If this continues, even if he doesn't kill us, that space will drive us insane!"

Lin Nuannuan was startled.

A time traveler? A fellow villager? Has all the evil gods been blocked?

So, there's more to the story than meets the eye! It turns out she wasn't the only one being played by fate, the only one trapped in a desperate situation!

"Okay! I promise you!" Lin Nuannuan replied firmly in her heart, "As long as I can survive, as long as I can find my way home, I will definitely find a way!"

Just as Lin Nuannuan was conversing with the evil god's consciousness in her mind, the sky of the Canglan Realm suddenly twisted violently, and a pillar of light, dark with purple mixed in, slowly descended from the void, emitting strange and powerful energy fluctuations.

This beam of light, though slow, carried an irresistible force, ignoring Yang Qinghuan's silver glow and the surrounding evil energy, and slowly enveloped Lin Nuannuan in the deep pit.

The moment the beam of light touched Lin Nuannuan's body, a gentle force instantly enveloped her. Her wounds began to heal at a visible speed, the dissipating evil energy around her slowly condensed, and her originally weak aura became more stable.

"What is this!?"

Yang Qinghuan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily. He could feel that the energy fluctuations of this pillar of light were strange and powerful, beyond his control. What made him even more wary was that he was unable to stop the pillar of light from descending.

He instinctively raised the silver spear in his hand, wanting to pierce the pillar of light and stop it from taking Lin Nuannuan away—Lin Nuannuan was an evil god who disrupted the order of all worlds. If she escaped, she would surely make a comeback and cause another catastrophe.

Just as his spear was about to touch the pillar of light, the mysterious rogue cultivator moved again. With a gentle wave of his sleeve, a soft yet powerful force instantly blocked Yang Qinghuan's spear.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be anxious." The mysterious rogue cultivator's voice remained gentle, tinged with a hint of amusement. "Someone must be rescuing this girl. It seems I've been meddling in other people's business, hahaha..."

As the laughter subsided, the mysterious cultivator changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious: "However, Yang Qinghuan, please pass on a message to your director for me."

"Tell him that after so many years, he still remembers the kindness shown to him back then. If he has forgotten, he should think back to when he was at the edge of nothingness, it was who saved his life and who helped him stabilize the foundation of the order of all worlds."

After saying this, the mysterious rogue cultivator's figure began to become transparent, slowly dissipating like smoke, leaving only a faint voice echoing in the sky above the Canglan Realm: "Fellow Daoist, take care of yourself. The mess in the Canglan Realm is now in your hands..."

As the voice faded, the mysterious rogue cultivator's figure also completely disappeared from the sky above the Canglan Realm, as if he had never appeared at all, leaving Yang Qinghuan standing alone on the ruins, his expression both astonished and solemn.

A debt of gratitude from years ago? The edge of nothingness? Saving the director's life?

Countless questions swirled in Yang Qinghuan's mind. He stared intently in the direction where the mysterious rogue cultivator had disappeared, his heart filled with doubt and apprehension—who exactly was this mysterious rogue cultivator? What kind of past did he have with the Director?

It turns out that the old friend he was talking about wasn't himself.

But he didn't have time to think much, because the dark purple pillar of light had begun to rise slowly, and Lin Nuannuan's body gradually became transparent along with the pillar of light, slowly flying into the void.

"Lin Nuannuan!" Yang Qinghuan shouted sternly, "If you escape, the Heavenly Cautious Conduct Division will search every corner of the myriad realms to capture you and bring you to justice without any leniency!"

Lin Nuannuan floated within the pillar of light, slowly turning her head. Her crimson eyes stared intently at Yang Qinghuan, devoid of murderous intent, only a trace of determination and resolve: "Yang Qinghuan, I will not settle this score with you today, but remember this: I, Lin Nuannuan, am by no means an irredeemable villain!"

"Once I rescue my companions and find my way home, if you, the Celestial Cautious Conduct Division, dare to obstruct me again without cause, or attack me without distinguishing right from wrong, I will surely return with a vengeance that will last until death!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Nuannuan's figure was completely enveloped by a dark purple pillar of light. She slowly rose into the void with the pillar of light and finally disappeared into the sky of the Canglan Realm, leaving only a faint trace of evil energy to prove that she had been there.

Yang Qinghuan stood on the ruins, the silver spear in his hand slowly lowered, and the silver light around him gradually dimmed. He looked in the direction where Lin Nuannuan disappeared, his expression extremely solemn.

He didn't chase after her, nor could he catch up—the speed of that dark purple beam of light was too fast, its energy too strong, and coupled with the obstruction of the mysterious rogue cultivator, he had no chance to catch up with Lin Nuannuan.

More importantly, the words left by the mysterious rogue cultivator and Lin Nuannuan's final statement filled him with doubts, and he began to wonder if his previous judgment of Lin Nuannuan was wrong.

Is Lin Nuannuan truly an utterly wicked evil god? What kind of past exists between the mysterious rogue cultivator and the Director?

Countless questions lingered in his mind, making him restless and agitated.

But he had no time to dwell on these things, because the Canglan Realm had become a living hell. The sky was shattered, the earth was collapsing, black magma and evil energy were intertwined, and spiritual pollution was still slowly spreading across this land.

The mysterious rogue cultivator left, Lin Nuannuan was rescued, and in the end, he was left with a mess.

Yang Qinghuan took a deep breath, suppressing his doubts and frustration, and slowly raised his head, looking at the shattered Canglan Realm. His tone was firm: "No matter what, it is my duty to protect the order of all realms. I must clean up the mess in the Canglan Realm."

After speaking, the silver radiance around him surged once more, and the silver spear in his hand shimmered with silver light. He turned and walked towards the depths of the Canglan Realm, beginning to cleanse the remaining evil energy, suppress the spreading spiritual pollution, and repair the shattered world.