All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Eternal emptiness, utterly silent.

The turbulent currents of spacetime came to a complete halt, and the interlacing light and shadow of Earth floated silently at the core of the heavens.

That mysterious voice that appeared out of nowhere, omnipresent, traced back through the ages, and questioned the essence of one's heart.

It carries a gentle power that transcends dimensions and spans from youth to the present, lingering between heaven and earth.

There was no chilling killing intent, no overwhelming questioning, yet it shook Fei Yu's mind more than any defying fate or any backlash from the Great Dao.

All beings in the heavens held their breath, and countless planes fell silent.

All eyes were fixed on the white-clad figure standing in the sky, holding the Notebook of Destiny.

Even Fei Yu, who is usually indifferent and detached, in control of the entire script, and sees the fate of all living beings as predetermined, is affected.

At this moment, his body stiffened slightly, and the unchanging calm in his eyes shattered completely.

A surge of bewilderment, confusion, hesitation, and complex emotions overwhelmed her, replacing all coldness and indifference.

He gazed at the vast, empty void, his lips trembling slightly, his heart churning with emotion.

"Is...is that you?"

"Why even you..."

Before the words had even faded, that ethereal voice, originating from youthful aspirations and transcending the dust of time, resounded gently once more!

This time, it's no longer a simple act of dissuasion, but a direct and soul-searching inquiry into one's true nature.

The voice was soft, yet heavier than the Milky Way, causing the entire heavens to tremble slightly!

Do you remember that afternoon?

A simple question can instantly shatter the barriers of time and pull back countless long-forgotten memories.

That was Fei Yu's youthful past, a pure and unadulterated memory buried deep in his heart, unknown to anyone.

The void seemed to shift and change, with layers of light and shadow revealing an old yet warm human scene.

On a summer day filled with the incessant chirping of cicadas, a gentle breeze wafts past the windowsill. A young man sits upright, pen in hand, his eyes brimming with burning justice and tenderness.

At that time, he was untouched by worldly affairs, unaware of the complexities of human nature, and oblivious to the coldness of the world.

With only passion in his heart, an open and honest spirit, and a sincere and unwavering desire to save the world and protect what is good.

That voice of original aspiration continued to speak slowly, each word striking the very soul:

"You vowed to be a hero who would save the world. Although you were young then, your heart was full of justice."

In his youth, his writing was always gentle, and his books were always complete. He never had a cold, calculating mindset, nor did he make cruel choices.

I only wish that all the beings I depict in my writing find fulfillment, that all suffering in the world finds its way home, and that no one's convictions are betrayed.

But as time goes by and the world changes, the boy from back then has grown up, taken up his pen and crossed boundaries, becoming the creator god of a world.

Holding the destiny of all living beings in his hands, controlling the script of the heavens, and overlooking all living beings throughout the ages, he gradually lost his original self.

The ethereal voice, tinged with a hint of disappointment, gently pressed on, its echo resounding throughout the heavens and earth:

"Now that you're an adult, have all the world's troubles smoothed out your edges?"

"Are you starting to dislike your younger self?"

Two sentences encapsulate the vicissitudes of time and reveal the ups and downs of one's original aspirations.

As adults, we see through the ways of the world and gain supreme power, but we lose the purity and tenderness of our youth.

For the sake of a so-called exciting plot, for the sake of the so-called grand scheme of things, for the sake of the so-called survival of the world.

He personally crushed the long-cherished wish of countless people to return home, personally manipulated the joys and sorrows of countless people, and personally made all living beings struggle and fight in suffering.

The voice's final question, like a gentle yet sharp blade, precisely pierced the softest part of Fei Yu's heart.

"Has the sword I swung in my youth now struck myself?"

In his youth, he wielded a sword, his heart filled with justice, seeking to eradicate injustice and protect the peace and well-being of all people.

Now holding the power of creation, he personally severs warmth, crushes perfection, and traps all living beings.

The sword that once saved the world has ultimately backfired, shattering its original intention and chilling countless lives!

boom--!!!

An invisible mental shock exploded deep within Fei Yu's soul.

That sense of disappointment stems from the source, from the original intention, from the purest youthful ideals.

Like warm water nourishing all things, it enveloped his entire body, washing away the coldness and stubbornness he had been experiencing these past few days.

His palms trembled slightly, and the screen of the Destiny Notebook floating in front of him flickered, the text in the document remaining still.

That confirmation button that was about to fall, about to obliterate countless lives, and to seal the cruel ending.

His fingertip hovered in mid-air, unable to press down for a long time!

Overwhelming power, the ability to create the world, and the destiny to control everything—all of these vanished at this moment.

He couldn't bring himself to be completely cold-hearted when facing his younger self and his original aspirations.

In the end, I softened.

In the end, I was still held back by that tenderness that had been buried deep in my heart.

The tense atmosphere of killing intent slowly dissipated, and the icy pressure of creation surrounding Fei Yu quietly faded away.

He remained silent for a long time, gazing down at the countless beings in the heavens below, their faces filled with grief, hope, and trembling helplessness.

His voice, carrying a complex mix of weariness, melancholy, and relief, slowly began to speak:

"There are many unfair things in this world."

In short, it acknowledges all suffering, all oppression, and the helplessness of all living beings.

He no longer looked down from a high place, no longer made cold and ruthless judgments, and finally faced the imperfections and suffering of this world.

Then, Fei Yu slowly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the crowd and landing on a corner of the battlefield.

There stood a group of powerful transmigrators who remained silent and opposed unconditional return to their homeland.

They suffered immense torment, oppression, and purgatory on their native Earth, and their families were torn apart and destroyed.

For them, their old homeland was not a gentle harbor, nor a place to return to; it was a nightmare prison, the root of their suffering.

Fei Yu's gaze was calm as she spoke, questioning the matter and also seeking answers for herself:

"Many people are treated unfairly and oppressed. Shouldn't they fight back?"

"Are we supposed to send them back to a world that is hell for them?"

There is injustice in the world, and people suffer. There is no absolute right or wrong, and there is no perfect unity.

Some people cherish the familiar sounds of their homeland, while others despise the hellish past.

Returning home is a lifelong salvation for some, but endless torment for others.

This is the fundamental reason why he insisted on not allowing everyone to return home and insisted on integrating the Earth to reshape the world.

Balance is too difficult, perfection is too difficult, and the will of all beings can never be unified.

Om-! ! !

The gentle, profound, and all-encompassing sound of the earth resounded once again.

The myriad lights and shadows of the earth flow with soft light, soothing the restlessness in the void and quietly confronting the questions of the flying feathers.

The Earth's will, compassionate towards all living beings and taking into account all obsessions, speaks impartially and slowly:

"There lies their past happiness, and their loved ones, those they cared about, are buried there."

Even in purgatory, there is warmth; even in suffering, there are bonds.

Even though the old world was full of injustices, oppressions, and endless suffering.

But for countless people who have left home, that place holds their childhood, their loved ones, and their most precious memories.

No one is willing to completely sever ties with the past, and no one is willing to personally extinguish their own earthly existence.

The voice of Earth's will grew softer, yet more resolute, carrying with it the fulfillment of all beings:

"But now you intend to destroy them all."

"Wouldn't it be better for them to write their own destiny?"

A single sentence reveals the ultimate truth!

What is a script? What is destiny? What is a predetermined ending?

The lives of all beings should be determined by themselves, not by the writer who monopolizes and forcibly arranges them.

Those who wish to return home will be able to return to their homeland; those who wish to resist will be able to uphold their own principles.

The choice between strength and weakness, joy and sorrow, gain and loss, are all determined by one's own actions; this is the right path in the world!

The void was silent, the feathers flew silently, and the obsession and coldness in his heart melted away inch by inch.

At this critical moment when the heavens are locked in a stalemate, fate is yet to be decided, and the outcome is uncertain!

A calm, resolute, and unwavering figure suddenly stepped out from the ranks of the supreme beings!

His black robes fluttered in the wind, and countless sentinel threads flowed silently around him. His aura was solemn, and his resolve was unwavering.

It was Wei Yu!

He faced the supreme creator directly, undaunted by the pressure of destiny or the backlash of cause and effect, his voice resounding throughout the heavens:

"Let the wanderers return home; I will bear their grievances!"

Each word carries immense weight, its impact resounding!

Without hesitation, without retreat, without weighing the pros and cons, there was only unwavering commitment!

He knew that after countless oppressed and suffering transmigrators returned home, they would inevitably stir up a storm in the old world.

Past grievances, pent-up hatred, and unjust past events will inevitably lead to endless strife and catastrophe.

The chain of consequences, world turmoil, and entanglements brought about by this return home are things no one dares to accept or bear.

Only Wei Yu stepped forward and took responsibility!

He raised his eyes to look directly at Fei Yu, his gaze open and honest, and once again solemnly swore an oath, each word dripping with blood, each sentence filled with sincerity:

"The sentry's duty is to guide wanderers home, and I will bear the consequences of those who return!"

Sentinels protect all living beings, sentinels guide wanderers, sentinels bear all difficulties!

It is my duty, and I cannot shirk it!

Even if he is entangled in karma, even if his path is overturned, even if he suffers countless calamities, he will have no regrets!

At this moment, the heavens were moved and all living beings trembled!

A hint of emotion flashed across the eyes of Chen Su, Pei Shaoyu, and Li Sinan.

Jiang Wuchen and Ao Chen nodded silently, filled with admiration.

Di Qiu, Shen Jianxin, Lin Nannan, and the other powerful individuals who defied fate gradually relaxed their tense bodies.

Even the little mouse Hui Shu, who was crying in grief and indignation, and the little flower swaying beside it, gently calmed its restless body.

Those with a sense of responsibility stepped forward, those with a pure heart questioned fate, and those with compassion gave their all.

Layer upon layer of power, and touch upon touch of tenderness, shattered the cold, predetermined fate of the script.

Feiyu quietly looked down at the world he had created with his own hands, gazing at these creatures who had broken free from their fate, were sincere, and dared to bear the consequences of their actions.

They are the characters he created, the creatures he crafted with his pen, the pawns in his play.

Yet they lived with passion, fervor, openness, and sincerity, understanding how to protect, take responsibility, and be gentler than they do now.

Compared to my youthful aspirations and the people around me, all my obsessions have completely vanished.

For a long, long time.

A long, relieved sigh, tinged with a profound sense of melancholy, echoed throughout the entire void.

"Why......"

After the sigh subsided, all the coldness, stubbornness, and indifference in Fei Yu's eyes faded away.

All that remains is acceptance and letting go.

He gazed upon the expectant masses, upon the compassionate will to protect the Earth, and upon Wei Yu, who stepped forward to shoulder all responsibilities.

He spoke slowly, each word deliberate and deliberate, sealing the final fate of all the heavens!

"Then... let's go home..."

These four simple words can absolve all souls, fulfill all desires, and end the eternal strife of destiny!

boom--!!!

The heavens shimmered with radiant light, and the chaotic spacetime returned to its proper order!

The rampant aura of destruction vanished instantly, and the collapsed dimensional barrier slowly began to repair itself.

The countless overlapping and merging of Earth's light and shadow no longer collide violently, no longer annihilate each other wildly.

Instead, it flows gently, separates in an orderly manner, and returns smoothly to its place!

The Earth on every timeline, the homeland of every parallel world, began to slowly stabilize and take shape.

The passage home slowly opened, and the journey home across dimensions was completely opened!

Countless time travelers, who had wandered through countless ages, fought bloody battles, and were determined to return home, had their eyes instantly well up with tears.

All the grievances, resentment, and bitterness of wandering accumulated over the years are transformed into hot tears at this moment.

They can finally go home.

Om-! ! !

Above the heavens, there is that notebook of destiny that holds the fate of all living beings and determines the life and death of all beings.

The screen glowed softly, the cursor flickered gently, and a line of final text slowly appeared!

The handwriting is neat and the strokes are firm, sealing the eternal fate of this book!

"The wanderer was eventually persuaded by the will of the earth, the will of youthful creation, and Wei Yu's promise, and was given the opportunity to return home."

"The feather that flew from the sky eventually returned to the real world."

The moment the last character appears, freezes, and is finalized.

The entire battlefield of the heavens fell into absolute silence in an instant.

All the wars, battles, conflicts, defiance, and confrontations vanished like smoke.

The aura of slaughter has vanished, and the ancient game of destiny has come to an end.

Fei Yu, who originally stood high in the sky and controlled everything in this world, slowly became transparent and ethereal.

The authority of the heavens, the divine power of creation, and the power of his writing faded away layer by layer and vanished completely.

The causal backlash from this world crossed the dimensional barrier and quietly landed on his origin.

Those who govern all beings will ultimately bear the consequences of those beings' karma; those who manipulate destiny will ultimately be entangled by destiny.

A myriad of plans, a myriad of disputes, a myriad of entanglements.

Ultimately, it turned into a ridiculous and helpless ordinary cause-and-effect retribution.

He is no longer the creator god of this world, nor the writer who determines destiny.

Shedding all detachment and authority, stripping away all worldly ties, slowly breaking free from the constraints of this fictional world.

Its form gradually blurred, dissipated, and faded away, slowly returning to the distant real world.

Above all the heavens, there is no longer a writer.

Only one complete world remains, where all beings are reborn, autonomous, and self-determined.

Thousands of travelers stood in the void, watching the white-clad figure gradually disappear, their hearts filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

There was relief, gratitude, sighs, and countless untold vicissitudes.

The Earth's gentle light shines upon the land, nourishing mountains and rivers, soothing wounds, and protecting every wanderer about to return home.

Wei Yu stood in the sky, his black robe billowing in the wind, silently enduring the torrent of cause and effect that swept across the heavens.

He shouldered great responsibility, protecting countless travelers on their way home, and bearing the endless strife of the world.

Chen Su, Pei Shaoyu, and Li Sinan exchanged a glance, the dust settling in their eyes, the ancient game of chess coming to an end.

Jiang Wuchen sheathed his sword, Ao Chen suppressed his dragon might, and the four demon lords shed their world-destroying ferocity.

Di Qiu let go of his eternal hatred, Shen Jianxin protected Lin Nannan beside him, and Hui Shu and Xiao Hua stood peacefully.

All the grudges, all the battles, all the defying fate, all the resistance.

All of this came to a complete end with the phrase, "Then go home."

From then on, no one wrote down fate.

From this day forward, the fate of all beings in the heavens is in my own hands!

From then on, countless wanderers finally found their way home!

A grand drama of destiny that spans eternity, sweeps across the heavens, and affects all living beings.

It begins with passion, unfolds with struggle, redeems the protagonist with unwavering resolve, and concludes with a perfect ending.

However, due to the causal influence of the characters he created...

I developed perianal cysts...and have been bedridden for over a month...

The End.