All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Boom! ...

The ashes of the heavens and the void are scattered, and the ancient Daoist chants continue to lament.

The aftershocks of the old man in gray robes sacrificing himself for his cause and burning his life to shake the dignity of the nation were still slowly reverberating.

Countless powerful transmigrators followed one after another, resolutely burning their own causal origins, wanting to defy the god who wrote the pen of creation with their insignificant mortal bodies.

Forbidden torrents of cause and effect surged into the sky, entangling the flying feather standing in the heavens.

But all the desperate counterattacks, all the sacrifices of fate, all the struggles against destiny.

Before the absolute and transcendent authority of the author, all seem insignificant and pathetic.

Countless powerful figures successively became ethereal, crumbled, and annihilated, turning into countless tiny particles that dissipated into the void.

There were no screams, no traces left; even names, deeds, and causes were completely erased by heaven and earth.

On the battlefield, the flames of war gradually subsided, and the fighting came to a standstill.

The surviving powerful beings from all the heavens were tense, their breathing disordered, and their eyes filled with grief, despair, and resentment.

They defied the heavens to cultivate, broke through barriers to cross realms, fought countless battles throughout the ages, and broke free from their destiny.

In the end, they discovered that all the struggles were a joke, and all the resistance was already destined.

Fei Yu stood silently in the void, his plain white robes fluttering without wind, his eyes remaining indifferent, untouched by any trace of murderous intent.

Looking at the masses of people rushing forward one after another, sacrificing their lives, he felt only helplessness and sorrow.

But just as the entire universe was plunged into utter silence and despair!

Buzz—!!!

A vast sound wave that is extremely gentle, profound and majestic, encompassing all things and carrying the weight of eternity.

Suddenly traversing billions of planes, penetrating layers of spacetime barriers, and gently brushing across the entire collapsing and chaotic heavens!

The voice was extremely gentle, soft as the wind, and like the murmuring of water, without a trace of murderous majesty.

Yet it was also incredibly strange, as if it contained the whispers of countless living beings, the echoes of countless years, and the Daoist sounds of the entire world.

Layer upon layer, countless voices intertwine and merge into one, vast and boundless, enveloping all parallel worlds!

The previously turbulent and chaotic spatial currents instantly calmed down, and the destructive aura that had ravaged the heavens quietly dissipated.

Countless dimensional barriers on the verge of collapse slowly stabilized, and the parallel Earth, on the verge of annihilation, regained a faint glimmer of life.

All the transmigrators who were burning their very essence and desperately defying fate felt their bodies freeze for a moment, and their minds suddenly found peace.

All living beings, all powerful beings, and all those in confrontation held their breath in suspense!

"Why must you make things difficult for my children?"

The gentle inquiry, devoid of anger or accusation, carries within it the earth's eternal compassion.

It resounds throughout the heavens and the earth, echoing through the past, present, and future, shaking every inch of spacetime!

"I suppose you also have your own hometown."

"Letting them go home and reunite with their families is nothing more than their lifelong wish."

These two simple sentences encapsulate the bitterness of countless transmigrators' eternal wanderings and reveal the lifelong obsession of everyone involved.

Leaving their homes and wandering across regions, fighting bloody battles, and becoming stronger against all odds.

What I seek has never been to overthrow the world, to seize power, or to defy the gods.

It's just a simple, ordinary thing—returning home for a family reunion.

At this moment, heaven and earth were silent, and all sounds were still.

Everyone suddenly woke up!

That sound...

It is the origin of heaven and earth that was born from countless parallel Earths and myriad original land planes!

It is the ultimate will of Earth, which has borne the joys and sorrows of countless beings and given birth to all time travelers!

The will of the earth, dormant for millennia and silent, has finally awakened in this moment of desperate despair and the collapse of destiny!

In the depths of the void, countless overlapping and intertwined shadows of Earth slowly flowed and rotated.

The myriad human moments, the obsessions of all beings, and the warmth of homeland converge into one.

The formless and intangible, all-encompassing will of Earth silently floats at the core of the heavens, facing the supreme creator.

Fei Yu raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the Earth's origin, which shimmered with countless soft lights, her expression calm and undisturbed.

There was no surprise, no astonishment; it was as if the manifestation of this earth-shattering will was already within his expectations.

He looked around at the countless wounded and grief-stricken transmigrators below, and then at the myriad Earth planes that were constantly overlapping, merging, and reshaping.

He spoke softly, his voice clear and cold, without the slightest ripple, yet it resounded throughout the heavens:

"Do you know? Even your final appearance was something I had already planned long ago."

One sentence, like ice falling to the ground, instantly froze the entire scene!

The beings in the heavens, who had just begun to have a glimmer of hope, instantly sank to the bottom of despair!

Even the awakening of the will to protect and nurture their homeland is a predetermined plot point in the script!

This battle against fate, this struggle of all living beings, this confrontation between heaven and earth.

From beginning to end, there were no surprises whatsoever; everything was under the writer's control!

Fei Yu's gaze remained calm as she continued to recount the chilling truth:

"Everything in this book was predetermined. It may not be what I finished writing, but it is definitely what I hoped for."

The plot may be full of twists and turns, the ending may be full of setbacks, and the process may be full of variables.

But all the paths, all the encounters, all the struggles, and all the endings.

Everything perfectly matched his initial expectations and followed his predetermined path.

No one can escape it, no one can reverse it, and no one can surpass it by even a fraction!

The struggles of all living beings are merely the most exciting embellishment in the plot he envisions.

The will of Earth trembled slightly, and the gentle Daoist voice, carrying a hint of incomprehension and compassion, echoed quietly:

"Why are they consistently prevented from returning?"

Countless wanderers have drifted through the ages, enduring countless hardships, all for the sake of returning home.

Why must we sever the path home, isolate our homeland, and crush everyone's last wish?

Fei Yu's gaze was clear as he frankly revealed the ultimate reason buried deep within the plot, each word cold and each sentence truthful:

"These people have already broken down the barriers between worlds, and may even be able to create their own worlds."

"What kind of impact will their return have on their original world?"

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Every transmigrator present had risen against all odds, broken through barriers to reach the heavens, taken control of the Great Dao, and even created their own plane.

Their power, realm, laws, and origins have long surpassed the carrying capacity of the mortal Earth.

If they, with their extraordinary fighting prowess, were suddenly returned to the ordinary and weak native Earth...

Imbalance, collapse, chaos, and catastrophe will inevitably sweep across the entire world!

The ordinary world of fireworks simply cannot bear the power of the supreme beings of the heavens!

This is both protection and constraint!

It's the helplessness of fate, and also the arrangement of the script!

Before everyone could process this cruel truth, Fei Yu spoke again, revealing an even grander plan:

"Do you know why I want to merge all the Earths across all timelines?"

His gaze fell upon the myriad lights and shadows of the Earth, overlapping and merging, constantly being reshaped and reborn.

The immense power of the planes constantly collided, blended, tempered, and sublimated.

A much larger, more stable, higher-level, and more capable new world is slowly taking shape!

"Only a unified world can accommodate them."

The old Earth was too small, too fragile, and too ordinary.

It simply cannot support this group of wandering souls from all heavens who defy the heavens, break through barriers, rule over all heavens, and create their own worlds.

Only when all the planes of existence merge and unite into one can a completely new and ultimate Earth be forged.

Only then can their immense fighting power be contained, their fundamental Dao essence be carried, and their wandering remaining years be settled!

The plan is grand and the thinking is profound. It may seem to ruthlessly block the way home, but in fact it is paving the way for all living beings.

But this lofty and unfettered plan, when placed in the hearts of countless wanderers, is a chilling cruelty!

What they want is not a completely new and grand world!

What they want is their old home, their relatives, their old friends, and the vibrant life they once knew!

"But our family! Our relatives! Our friends! They'll all die! You bastard!!!"

A tender, indignant, and tearful roar suddenly shattered the silence!

The voice was clear yet filled with utter despair, shattering the solemn atmosphere of confrontation among the heavens!

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and were shocked!

The one who spoke was none other than Hui Shu, who was small in stature and had been hiding in a corner of the battlefield!

This clever and docile little mouse, which had been with everyone for a long time, now had its fur standing on end and its body trembling slightly.

A pair of small, dark eyes were filled with tears and overwhelming anger as they stared intently at the flying feathers high in the sky.

Beside it, the little flower that swayed gently in the wind, usually so gentle and quiet, now had its petals taut and its stem trembling slightly.

The swaying flower stamens conveyed extreme grief and indignation, together issuing a silent accusation!

Weak beings do not understand the grand scheme of the heavens, the world's capacity, or the plot of the story.

They only understand the simplest and purest principles—

Loved ones must not die! Friends must not be scattered! The flame of humanity must not be extinguished!

For the sake of a so-called grand plot, a so-called perfect ending, and so-called acceptance of all living beings.

It would mean sacrificing the lives of countless innocent mortals and erasing everyone's warm past!

Such an ending is so cruel, so cold, so unacceptable!

The roar of a weak creature contained no earth-shattering power, no thunderous sound of the Great Dao.

Yet it is more awe-inspiring than any powerful rebellion or any forbidden technique!

Countless tough men and supreme beings had their eyes instantly redden, their hearts filled with unbearable sorrow.

Yes!

The new world may be more perfect, more magnificent, and more inclusive.

There are no more family members, relatives, or friends like before.

The fireworks that have faded away will never return.

Fei Yu slowly surveyed the entire scene, passing over the grief-stricken masses, the trembling will of the earth, and the roaring little creatures.

His expression remained calm as he unveiled yet another, even more cruel and extreme, ultimate truth!

"Do you know that many of you are simply embodiments of readers? They and I created you together."

boom!!!

Another barrier of destiny collapsed!

The countless time travelers present were shaken to their core, their minds reeling, as if struck by lightning!

They believed themselves to be extraterrestrials, time travelers who had transcended fate, and independent, vibrant individuals.

Little did they know that their birth was not accidental!

They are the embodiment of what the author and millions of readers have jointly shaped, nurtured, and created!

Their personalities, obsessions, combat prowess, Daoist beliefs, and even their defiant nature.

All of them are products of public expectations, literary creation, and the needs of the plot!

"It's all for a more exciting storyline."

A single, casual remark shattered everyone's sense of self and individuality.

The joys and sorrows, struggles, love and hate, defiance and sacrifice of all living beings.

It was never my own choice; it was merely a prelude to a dramatic and exciting storyline!

The world was deathly silent, all living beings were speechless, their hearts filled with sorrow, with nowhere to express it.

But at this final moment, when fate weighs heavily upon us, all things are in despair, and the heavens are in ruins!

A mysterious voice, ethereal and distant, transcending time and dimensions, of unknown origin.

It suddenly resounded throughout the heavens, without a fixed location, omnipresent, silent, and unseen by anyone!

"Let them go home."

Just five words, gentle yet firm, carrying the most primal power of original intention, forcefully shook the author's authority!

The frozen space trembled slightly, and Fei Yu's indifferent expression underwent a complete and dramatic change for the first time!

His pupils contracted slightly, his body stiffened slightly, and the composure on his face completely vanished, replaced by disbelief and astonishment.

In the void, that mysterious voice rang out once more, carrying a gentle question that transcended the years:

"Have you forgotten why you created me when you were young?"

In short, it pierces through the dust of time, touches the most fundamental original intention, and shakes the soul of Fei Yu!

Countless long-forgotten memories, youthful obsessions, and initial expectations surged up in an instant.

That is the original aspiration that transcends the script, the plot, and the overall structure of the universe!

It was written when I was young, not for exciting plots or grand schemes, but simply for the initial intention of gentleness and fulfillment!

Fei Yu's body trembled slightly, and his usually calm eyes were filled with intense emotions.

For the first time, his voice carried hesitation, disbelief, and incredulity as he murmured softly:

"Is...is that you?"

After a moment of silence, he gazed at the empty void, a hint of bewilderment and confusion in his eyes.

She softly voiced her deep confusion and helplessness:

"Why even you..."

Even the very essence of his youthful aspirations is opposing his current plans!

Even the initial tenderness is now negating the coldness of her current choices!

The grand scheme of the universe, the script of destiny, a grand plan.

At this moment, nothing can compare to the youthful aspirations, nothing can compare to the idea of ​​all beings returning home.