All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The cultivators of the collapsed myriad realms ceased their roars; the frenzied creatures of the Origin Realm stopped their slaughter; the numb wanderers of Earth stopped their sighs; even the fluctuations in the void ceased their flow.

Everyone froze in place, remaining in their original positions with empty eyes, as if they had been frozen in place, only able to watch helplessly as the huge ball of light slowly expanded in the void.

There was no sound, no fluctuation, no movement. The entire universe was plunged into a deathly silence, as if time had been frozen at this moment forever.

In the midst of this deathly silence, in the deepest part of the endless void, in a place unmatched by anyone and imbued with boundless chaotic energy, a strange change quietly occurred.

There, it was pitch black, chaos churning, with no time, no space, no living beings, only endless nothingness and silence, as if it were before the birth of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

But at this moment, in this chaos, a dazzling purple-gold light slowly shone.

Amidst the light, a colossal purple-gold divine dragon slowly stretched its body.

This divine dragon was enormous, tens of thousands of feet long, and its entire body was covered with purple-gold scales. The scales emitted a dazzling light in the chaos, like a sky full of stars, making people dare not look directly at them.

Its dragon whiskers were long and fluttered in the wind. Its eyes were closed, and its aura was calm and powerful, as if it had been asleep for hundreds of millions of years. It exuded a kind of pressure that surpassed all the heavens and the myriad worlds, making people's hearts tremble.

The moment the Sentinel's authority touched Li Sinan's chest, the purple-gold dragon slowly opened its eyes!

Its eyes, like two enormous purple-gold gems, radiated a deep and majestic light, as if they could see through the endless void, see through all disguises, and see through the past and the future.

Beside the purple-gold dragon stood a man.

The man was dressed in black, with a cold and stern face. His brows and eyes carried a hint of arrogance and aloofness. He exuded a faint sword intent. Although he seemed ordinary, he contained endless sharpness. It was as if he could cut through the heavens and the earth and split the chaos with just a move.

Behind the man, a massive sword imbued with sword intent floated slowly.

This giant sword is not a physical object, but is formed from pure sword intent. Its body is pure white and emits a dazzling light. The blade is extremely sharp, as if it can cut through everything and even easily tear apart the void.

The man stood quietly beside the purple-gold dragon, his gaze calmly fixed on the chaos before him, expressionless, as if nothing in the world concerned him.

As the purple-gold divine dragon opened its eyes and gazed towards the battlefield of the heavens, the man finally spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a hint of doubt and inquiry: "Is this the one in a trillion chance?"

His voice, though not loud, carried a power that pierced through chaos, clearly reaching the ears of the purple-gold dragon.

The purple-gold dragon remained silent, gazing quietly at the void before it. Its eyes were deep and majestic, as if they pierced through the endless chaos, through all the heavens and the myriad realms, and saw the distant battlefield, Li Sinan, Pei Shaoyu, and all the beings controlled by fate. It also seemed to see everything in the future.

Its dragon whiskers swayed slightly, and the purple-gold light around its body flickered slowly, as if it were pondering something, or waiting for something.

The man looked at the purple-gold dragon and didn't ask any further questions. He simply stood quietly to the side, his gaze still calmly fixed on the chaos before him. The giant sword of sword intent behind him continued to float slowly, radiating endless sharpness.

The two of them seemed to be guardians in the chaos, observers of all the heavens and the myriad worlds, quietly watching everything in the world, waiting for that one in a trillion chance, waiting for the moment when destiny would be broken.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield of the heavens, another scene stood in stark contrast to the deathly silence and majesty.

Chen Su stood quietly on the ground, his eyes closed, his body radiating a faint light. His expression was calm, without the slightest panic or despair, showing no sign of his Dao heart being crushed by the truth that "the world is a novel".

The power of the laws of heaven and earth gathered around him like a tide, flowing slowly around him, thread by thread, quietly merging into his body.

He was sensing the power of the rules between heaven and earth, comprehending the true meaning of the Great Dao, as if all the chaos and despair in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Beside him, Hui Shu squatted on the ground, her small body curled up, her round eyes fixed on a small flower on the ground, her expression curious and puzzled.

This little flower grows amidst ruins, surrounded by shattered magical artifacts, flowing blood, and an aura of despair. Yet, it stubbornly blooms, its petals pink, its leaves emerald green, emitting a faint fragrance, completely out of place with its surroundings.

Hui Shu watched for a long time before finally unable to hold back and asking in a clear, slightly childish voice, tinged with a hint of confusion: "Hey! Don't you care that you're just a supporting character in a novel?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Chen Su's ears, and also reached the "ears" of that little flower.

The moment Hui Shu finished speaking, the little flower actually moved slightly!

It gently shook its leaves, as if stretching, and then a faint but clear sound rang out, as melodious as a wind chime: "How do you know I'm not the main character?"

Hui Shu froze instantly, her round eyes widening in disbelief: "You...you can talk?!"

Little Flower shook her leaves again, her tone tinged with arrogance and determination: "I'm not like you, you're just a supporting character."

"The real protagonists are those who can persevere through all kinds of hardships, those who can still find hope in despair, and those who can still grow tenaciously."

"I grew up in these ruins, weathered wind and rain, and survived the baptism of war, yet I still bloom tenaciously, still maintain my true self. Why can't I be the protagonist?"

Xiao Hua's voice, though faint, carried an undeniable firmness, as if she were expressing her beliefs and rebelling against the "supporting character" role.

Hui Shu was completely stunned. She squatted on the ground, mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time. She just stared intently at the little flower, her eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

He never imagined that a tiny flower could speak, could have such thoughts, and could even dare to refute him, saying that it was not a supporting character, but the main character.

Chen Su, standing to the side, heard the conversation between the mouse and the flower, and a faint smile slowly appeared on her lips.

That smile was calm and gentle, with a hint of relief and a touch of amusement, showing no sign of a broken Dao heart, as if he had heard something extremely interesting.

He slowly opened his eyes, glanced calmly at Hui Shu and the little flower, his eyes showing no emotion, only a detached indifference that seemed to have seen through everything.

In his view, it doesn't matter whether you're the protagonist or a supporting character, whether the plot is predetermined or your fate is manipulated.

The important thing is whether you can stay true to yourself, whether you can maintain hope in despair, and whether you can still live your own life even under the control of fate.

"Hahaha..." Chen Su chuckled softly, his laughter gentle and hearty, dispelling the despair and gloom around him. "Well said. The true protagonist is never something that is created, but something that he lives out."

Hearing Chen Su's laughter, Hui Shu finally came to her senses, turned around, looked at Chen Su, and asked with a face full of doubt, "Chen Su, don't you feel hopeless? We are all characters in a novel, our fates are controlled by others, and everything we do is in vain."

Chen Su gently shook her head, looking calmly at Hui Shu, then at the small flower, and slowly said, "Despair? Why despair?"

"Even if we are characters in a novel, even if our fate is controlled by others, so what?"

"We have our own thoughts, our own emotions, our own obsessions, and things we want to protect. We are not cold words, not puppets being manipulated; we are living, breathing beings."

"So-called destiny, so-called plot, are never meant to bind us, but to be broken by us."

"Just like this little flower, growing in the ruins, experiencing countless hardships, it can still bloom tenaciously and stick to its original intention. It is the protagonist of its own story, and it lives out its own life."

Chen Su's voice, calm yet powerful, carried a sense of detachment that seemed to see through everything, as well as a firm resolve to defy fate, clearly reaching Hui Shu and Xiao Hua's ears.

Hui Shu nodded, seemingly understanding, then looked at the little flower and then at Chen Su. The doubt in her eyes gradually gave way to determination: "Chen Su, I understand! Even if I'm a supporting character, I will live my own life, I will defy fate, and I will become the protagonist of my own story!"