All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Om-! ! !

At the core where all the heavens and time converge, countless silver sentinel threads traverse the eternal order of time.

The astrolabe in Wei Yu's eyes spun rapidly, and the faint light that guided him home illuminated every corner of the world.

Those primal vibrations that transcend parallel timelines and connect all wanderers of Earth.

Gentle, profound, and carrying the call of homeland, it penetrates the barriers between dimensions and resonates deep within the souls of every traveler.

Billions of Earth time travelers, lurking in the myriad realms and scattered across countless parallel timelines.

Nine out of ten people were deeply moved, their eyes filled with tears, and a burning desire to return home ignited in their hearts.

For them, Earth is the home of fireworks, the return journey of their youth, and the only obsession and salvation after wandering for eternity.

Yet, in this vast universe, among countless wanderers, there is never any absolute unity of purpose and origin.

There are those who cherish their homeland and long to return home, and there are those who hate the old world and despise their homeland!

Just as the entire universe was immersed in the dawn of homecoming and all living beings were filled with excitement.

A maniacal, violent laugh and roar, filled with deep-seated hatred and pent-up resentment.

It burst forth suddenly from a dark tributary of time that had been abandoned for ten thousand years!

Boom!!!

This voice, hoarse and broken, filled with overwhelming ferocity, tore apart layers of time and space, shattering the fleeting fragments of time along its path.

Unlike all the previous cries of grief, forbearance, and ecstatic joy from wanderers.

There was not a trace of lingering affection, not a trace of tenderness, only bone-chilling coldness and extreme resentment in that voice!

"Hahahaha!! Homecoming!!!?"

The maniacal laughter shook the void, crushing all the gentle ripples of homecoming around it, utterly jarring.

"You said that's your hometown!!!"

The roar suddenly rose in pitch, each word filled with blood and hatred, piercing through all sound fields in the universe!

Within the dark tributary of time, spacetime turbulence churned wildly, and a dark, malevolent aura blotted out the sky.

A solitary figure, covered in wounds and shrouded in dark resentment, slowly rose from the muddy ground of time.

He was dressed in rags, his skin covered with old scars, each one a mark of blood and tears from the earth's past.

The once clear and pure soul has long been tainted and corrupted by endless resentment.

He raised his eyes to gaze at the faint light of homecoming that illuminated all the world, his eyes filled not with warmth, but with overwhelming mockery and murderous intent.

"The powerful and wealthy kill people as easily as crushing ants!"

A roar caused the tributary of spacetime in which he was located to tremble violently and cracks to spread.

Those are memories etched into my bones, a pain that can never be erased.

In the depths of his memory, there was no warmth of fireworks, no human kindness.

There is only injustice in the world, only the rampant power of the rich and powerful, and only the powerlessness and despair of the bottom-level ants.

"You have already killed my parents and family!!"

The sound waves shattered the void, carrying with them the pent-up grievances and rage of countless ages, fiercely impacting the Great Road of Returning Home!

Countless travelers who were longing to return home shuddered at the sound, their burning desire suddenly cooling.

For the first time, they realized that, despite being fellow Earthlings, their memories of their homelands were vastly different!

"So-called justice is nothing more than a tool to protect the powerful and wealthy!!"

The scathing mockery resounds through the ages and into the future, tearing away the hypocritical cloak of justice that adorns the mundane world.

In his world, the rules are unfair, and right and wrong are reversed.

The powerful and wealthy trample on the lives of the lower classes at will; so-called laws and justice have always served only the strong.

The lives, dignity, and family ties of the weak are worthless in the eyes of the powerful and wealthy, and can be crushed at will!

Before the roar had subsided, on the other side, in the ruins of a post-apocalyptic world...

Another choked, desperate roar, filled with endless sorrow, soared into the sky, connecting with the hatred of ages past!

"Go home? Send me back to that garbage world full of scheming and despicable people?"

This place is ravaged, the earth is cracked, the wind howls, and blood-red dust flies everywhere.

A middle-aged man with a weathered face and lifeless eyes stood atop piles of white bones.

His cultivation was boundless; he could destroy stars with a wave of his hand and crush planes with a single thought. He was a top-tier powerhouse who had been lying dormant throughout the heavens.

No matter how strong his cultivation or how high his realm, he could not erase the deepest scar in his heart.

His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from a tremor of extreme grief and anger.

Throughout the ages, he fought across the heavens, slaughtered in all directions, and endured countless life-or-death situations, never once showing the slightest emotion.

The moment he could access Earth's memories, that long-buried despair could still instantly shatter all his strength.

"When my daughter needed a heart transplant!"

His voice suddenly choked, his throat filled with the piercing taste of blood and bitterness.

Even across countless ages, that heart-wrenching helplessness remains as vivid as it was yesterday.

He still remembers his daughter's pale face, her weak breathing, and her eyes that yearned to live.

That was his only weakness in the world, and the only light in his ordinary life.

But this only light was extinguished by the darkness of the mundane world!

"When that so-called justice took my daughter's matching heart and gave it to those powerful and wealthy people!"

Boom!!!

His overwhelming murderous aura suddenly erupted, causing the entire post-apocalyptic spacetime to collapse violently!

Countless floating skeletons were instantly reduced to dust, the shattered earth sank completely, the Milky Way reversed, and time was disrupted.

It was a perfect match, enough to save his daughter's heart.

It was forcibly plundered by the powerful and wealthy, and its so-called rules and justice were brazenly altered!

No one spoke up for him, no one sought justice for him, and no one pitied his despair.

The kinship and life-and-death separations of the lower classes seem ridiculously insignificant in the face of the interests of the powerful and wealthy.

Watching helplessly as loved ones are brutally murdered, as justice is trampled upon, and as righteousness becomes a fig leaf for the powerful and wealthy.

At that moment, his homeland was completely transformed into a living hell!

"That place has been hell for a long time!!!"

A mournful roar echoed through the myriad realms, shattering the beautiful fantasies of countless wanderers about their journey home.

It turns out that not all of Earth is a place of human warmth and life.

Some parts of the Earth harbor endless darkness, injustice and oppression, and deep-seated hatred that people can never forgive in their entire lives!

"I've had enough of that kind of predictable life!!!"

The resolute roar fell, carrying with it utter rupture and hatred.

The mundane, monotonous, exploited, bullied, and ignored lives of the lower class.

A glimpse into the end reveals no hope, no dignity, only endless compromise and forbearance.

That homeland is not a place of refuge, but a prison!

That kind of world is not a home, it's purgatory!

Two roars of hatred for their homeland overlapped, sweeping across all realms along the temporal and spatial threads laid out by Wei Yu.

The heavens were originally in a peaceful state, with everyone returning home and looking forward to their journey back.

At this moment, it suddenly tore apart and completely split apart!

Om-!

The entire spacetime confluence core trembled violently, and the faint light of homecoming flickered violently, its brightness fluctuating.

The souls of all wanderers in the myriad realms fluctuated in unison, with two completely different emotions clashing, colliding, and intertwining wildly.

Half of the heavens are filled with longing and yearning to return home, hoping day and night to revisit their homeland.

Half of the heavens were filled with hatred and despised the old world, wishing they could completely overturn that earth!

At that moment, everyone understood completely.

In this vast and boundless world encompassing countless parallel universes.

Not all Earth travelers harbor a deep longing and tenderness for returning home.

Countless people have suffered oppression, persecution, and injustice throughout the ages of Earth!

They have no warm memories, no cherished fireworks, and no lingering family ties.

What remains deep in their memories are only the cold rules, the hypocritical justice, the domineering powerful, and their own helplessness.

They were once the lowest of the low in the world, their dignity trampled, everything plundered, and driven to the brink of despair by the ways of the world.

They were forced to traverse the heavens, leaving their infernal homeland, to fight for survival and rise against all odds in countless worlds.

Throughout countless ages, they fought bloody battles, broke free from their fate as the lowest of the low, and ascended to the position of the strongest among the heavens.

What has sustained them to this day is not their longing for their homeland, but the resentment etched into their very souls!

Now, with all the transmigrators awakening their memories, and with Wei Yu initiating the "Return to Home" positioning across countless worlds.

These oppressed, persecuted, and betrayed transmigrators all sensed the interconnected universe!

They clearly sensed the coordinates of that homeland that had once brought them despair, pain, and a broken life.

That dawn of homecoming that hangs high above all worlds was never salvation or a way home in their eyes!

That was a once-in-a-millennium, one-in-a-millennium opportunity for revenge!

This is their perfect opportunity to transcend the heavens, reverse fate, go back and settle scores, and take revenge on everything!

Returning home?

Do not!

It's revenge!

It's liquidation!

It is that cold, dark, inhumane, and filthy old hell!

Blood debts must be repaid in blood; everything must be reduced to nothing!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

In an instant, countless dark spaces, abandoned planes, demonic rifts, and desolate wastelands appeared.

Countless streams of dark, malevolent energy surged into the sky, while countless streams of icy killing intent locked onto the coordinates of the parallel Earth.

One by one, the powerful and terrifying Dark Wanderers, exuding terrifying auras, wielding overwhelming killing power, and enduring countless ages of forbearance, slowly opened their eyes.

There was no warmth in their eyes, only an eternal chill and a burning rage of revenge.

The once unified camp of wandering souls of the heavens was instantly split into two major factions.

A sentimental return to home, a heart set on returning to one's native land and preserving the warmth of human life.

They hate the old world to the core and are determined to crush the earth and settle old scores!

At the core of the intersection of time and space, the astrolabe rotating in Wei Yu's eyes suddenly stopped.

His listless aura trembled slightly, and the silver sentinel threads vibrated violently.

He clearly sensed the intense resentment, the chilling killing intent, and the resolute obsession with revenge.

Jiang Wuchen stood beside him, his extreme Shattering Realm Sword Intent slightly subdued, a ripple passing through his indifferent eyes.

Ao Chen hovered in the void, his massive dragon body slightly tense, his dragon eyes filled with solemnity.

No one expected this.

The much-anticipated homecoming celebration has unexpectedly turned into a confrontation between the stances of all those who have wandered far from home!

A gentle opportunity to return home becomes the fuse for revenge that destroys the old world!

High above the Pangu Secret Realm, the Heavenly Dao Outline, which had remained silent all along, seemed to stir slightly at this moment.

The previously lifeless top-level rules began to ripple subtly.