All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Before the dizziness from the spatial passage had subsided, a strong, pungent smell of blood and the aura of battle instantly enveloped Lin Nuannuan, violently assaulting her senses.

She staggered to regain her balance, and the moment she looked up, she was struck dumb, frozen in place, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock, and even her breath stopped.

Beyond the passage lay not a smooth road home, but a vast, boundless battlefield of extreme carnage!

As far as the eye could see, the world was ablaze with crimson. Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers, trickling slowly down the trenches of the battlefield with a sticky, viscous sound.

The sky was dyed in two colors by the dark aura and the dazzling energy light. Countless figures fought in mid-air. The roars, the clash of weapons, and the explosions of energy were endless, shaking the heavens and the earth. Every second, countless lives fell, turning into a handful of yellow earth on the battlefield.

Lin Nuannuan subconsciously gripped the long sword in her hand, the last remaining purple-gold energy in her body surging slightly, her eyes filled with vigilance—the aura here was even more violent than in the world of evil gods, and far more dangerous than any battle she had ever experienced.

But just then, a familiar, warm feeling suddenly entered her senses.

That's the same aura as Earth! It's the same aura as hers, from the same home!

Lin Nuannuan's heart tightened, and she quickly concentrated her mind, urging the remaining energy in her body to expand her perception range.

The next second, her pupils suddenly contracted, the shock on her face intensified, and her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, burning and aching.

Not one, not ten, not a hundred—

This battlefield was actually filled with tens of thousands of auras of the same origin as those from Earth!

These auras, some strong, some weak, some clear, some faint, some carrying weariness, some carrying anger, some carrying despair, all share the same origin: the Earth they yearn for day and night!

What shocked her even more was that when her senses swept over each aura of the same origin, she clearly perceived that within each person with the aura of Earth, there was a very faint yet incredibly familiar fragment—a fragment of the Sentinel's soul!

sentinel!

Lin Nuannuan shuddered, and countless images flashed through her mind: the transmigrators who were harmed by the evil god, the compatriots who struggled to return home, and the unknown road home mentioned by the white-robed rogue cultivator.

It turns out that she wasn't the only one searching for her way home, and she wasn't the only one holding on. There were so many fellow Earthlings trapped on this brutal battlefield, fighting and struggling desperately!

It turns out that the Sentinel's soul fragments were scattered throughout the bodies of so many of his comrades!

Tears welled up in Lin Nuannuan's eyes instantly, not from fear, but from empathy, from heartache, from seeing so many compatriots fighting with all their might on this unfamiliar and cruel battlefield, for the sake of returning home and for survival.

She subconsciously looked towards the center of the battlefield, where the energy collisions were most intense, the baleful aura was most concentrated, and the tens of thousands of auras of the same origin were most concentrated.

Just then, a tall figure slowly emerged from the raging crowd and stood high in the sky.

The man was dressed in a long blue robe, with long hair reaching his waist that danced in the wind. His face was resolute, but his brows were etched with the vicissitudes and weariness of time. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, filled with the loneliness of countless reincarnations, as well as an undying, burning obsession.

There was no violent energy raging around him, but he exuded an incomparably powerful aura. That aura was thick, majestic, and vast, like a towering tree rooted between heaven and earth, blocking out the sun. Even the most powerful geniuses from all realms on the battlefield stopped fighting under the pressure of his aura and subconsciously looked up.

Lin Nuannuan stared intently at the figure in blue.

Just then, the figure in cyan slowly spoke.

His voice, hoarse and deep, carried the weight of years and the weariness of countless lifetimes, yet it was incredibly clear, piercing through all the sounds of fighting and explosions, resounding throughout the vast battlefield. Every word seemed to strike the heart of every person, heavy and powerful.

"Since I transmigrated here, I have already accumulated eighteen million huiyuan!"

One sentence plunged the entire battlefield into a deathly silence.

All the fighting, all the roars, all the collisions of energy, all quietly ceased at this moment.

Whether they were transmigrators from Earth or geniuses from all realms, whether they were from the righteous or the evil path, they all raised their heads, their eyes fixed on the blue figure high in the sky, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.

Eighteen million yuan!

What a long time that was!

Ordinary cultivators might not even live past one Huiyuan in their entire lives, but this person has actually traversed eighteen million Huiyuan, experienced countless years, and witnessed countless rises and falls!

Lin Nuannuan was completely stunned. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. The shock in her eyes was beyond words.

Eighteen million yuan...

How much suffering and struggle must this person have endured to survive for so long in this cruel world and to possess such great strength and such a profound aura!

High in the sky, Jiang Wuchen (the figure in cyan) slowly closed his eyes. The weariness between his brows deepened. Countless images flashed through his mind: the confusion of his journey, the days and nights of arduous cultivation, the life-and-death tribulations he had experienced, and the longing to return home across countless lifetimes. They surged forth like a tide.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes. The weariness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a burning recollection, and his voice softened, yet still carried the weight of time: "I have worshipped Tongtian! I have ferryed dragons and phoenixes! I have passed through the Investiture of the Gods! I have met the Great Sage! I have fought against all Buddhas! I have experienced countless reincarnations!"

With each word he spoke, his aura grew heavier, and with each word, the awe and respect of the people on the battlefield deepened.

Pay homage to Tongtian! He was a renowned sage from the primordial era!

Crossing the Dragon and Phoenix! That was the ancient era of the Dragon and Phoenix vying for supremacy, extremely dangerous, with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death!

The Investiture of the Gods! That was a great war between immortals and gods, a cycle of heavenly rebirth, where countless people died and their souls were extinguished!

They encountered the Great Sage! It was none other than the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, unruly and arrogant, who shattered the heavens and shook the myriad realms!

Battle against all Buddhas! It was a clash between Buddhism and Taoism, a chorus of ten thousand Buddhas, and blood staining the heavens!

Through countless lifetimes of reincarnation! That is, life after life, reincarnation and rebirth, the memories remain, the obsessions persist!

These are all legendary eras, legendary figures, and this person actually experienced and witnessed them firsthand!

Looking at Jiang Wuchen high in the sky, the awe in Lin Nuannuan's eyes gradually turned into heartache.

She could imagine how difficult and lonely his life must have been with those eighteen million dollars.

Paying homage to sages, ferrying dragons and phoenixes, passing the Investiture of the Gods, encountering the Great Sage, and battling all Buddhas—it seems like an infinitely glorious journey, but behind it all lies countless life-and-death trials, and endless loneliness and solitude.

What was it that sustained him through 18 million years, through countless reincarnations, and through countless life-and-death tribulations?

Jiang Wuchen seemed to sense everyone's doubts and the heartache in Lin Nuannuan's eyes. He slowly raised his head and looked towards the end of the world, as if piercing through this battlefield and the barrier of all worlds, looking towards the home he missed day and night—Earth.

His voice gradually grew more agitated, the weariness and vicissitudes between his brows replaced by a burning determination, and even a barely perceptible tear welled up in his eyes: "In every life, I strive to find my home! In every life, I fight with all my might to break through the barriers between worlds and return to the place that gave me birth and nurtured me!"

"Master Tongtian asked me why I couldn't let go of my obsession, why I was willing to go through countless reincarnations and endure endless suffering, just to return home, rather than stay in the primordial wilderness to cultivate myself and become a sage!"

At this point, Jiang Wuchen's voice trembled slightly, and the tears in his eyes became even clearer. They were the longing that had been suppressed for eighteen million huiyuan, the grievances that had been suppressed for countless lifetimes, and the obsession with returning home that was engraved in his bones and integrated into the depths of his soul.

"For my sake, the Patriarch exhausted his efforts to deduce the Primordial World Projection for me (this Primordial World Projection is the Primordial World where Shen Jianxin and Ao Chen are located), wanting me to see through the illusion of the myriad worlds, let go of my obsession with returning home, and cultivate in peace. But he didn't know that my obsession was never an illusion, and my destiny was never the myriad worlds, but that small Earth, the place where my family is, the place where I have my attachments!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wuchen abruptly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over all the geniuses of the myriad realms on the battlefield. His voice instantly became powerful and resounding, filled with intense anger and resentment, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, deafeningly loud: "Today, I will tell you, these geniuses of the myriad realms, why!"

"My seriously ill parents are there! They are still waiting for me to come home, still hoping for my return, still waiting for me to take care of them in their old age and see them off in their final days!"

"There, my daughter is waiting for me to come home! She's so young, she hasn't had a chance to see the world properly, hasn't had a chance to hear me tell her a story, and is waiting for me to come back and watch her grow up!"

"But all I want is to go home! I just want to be back with my family! I just want to fulfill my unfinished wishes!"

His voice grew increasingly agitated and hoarse.

Eighteen million lifetimes, through countless reincarnations, he gave up countless opportunities to achieve enlightenment, countless possibilities to remain in the bustling world, endured endless loneliness and pain, and withstood countless life-and-death trials, all for a simple wish—to return home!

But this simple wish was cruelly shattered!

Jiang Wuchen's gaze instantly turned icy cold, and his aura became violent. The heavy aura that was like a towering tree was now filled with endless anger and killing intent, sweeping across the entire battlefield. All the geniuses of the myriad realms couldn't help but tremble, their faces filled with fear.

"But you! You killed the sentry!"

"You killed that one, the only hope who could help us transmigrators break through the barriers between worlds and embark on our journey home!"

"You have shattered my hope! You have shattered the hope of all Earth transmigrators!"

Every word was filled with boundless anger and murderous intent. Every word was like a sharp dagger, piercing the hearts of everyone. Every word shook the heavens and earth, and the clouds in the sky were torn to shreds by the violent aura.

Standing on the edge of the battlefield, Lin Nuannuan listened to Jiang Wuchen's roar and felt the anger and despair in his heart. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

sentinel!

The Sentinels are the hope for all time travelers to return home!

The sentry's death severed everyone's path home!

She finally understood why she could sense the Sentinel's soul fragments within so many of her compatriots. It turned out that those were the Sentinel's last obsessions, the last hope he left for all the transmigrators!

Jiang Wuchen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger and despair in his heart. His gaze swept over the myriad geniuses on the battlefield once more, his voice icy, filled with deep mockery and resentment: "You want our myriad worlds' fortune! You want to rely on the fortune of us Earth transmigrators to enhance your strength and consolidate your position!"

"But you are also afraid of us becoming powerful, afraid that we will break through the barriers between worlds, leave this battlefield, leave this world that you control!"

"Therefore, you invited the Director of the Cautious Conduct Division! You had him use his own rules of the myriad realms to suppress the cultivation levels of all transmigrators!"

"You set the rule that all Earth transmigrators can only reach the ninth level of the Breaking Realm! They can never break through to the Shattering Realm! They will forever be suppressed by you, forever used as tools to seize your destiny!"

Jiang Wuchen's voice, each word dripping with blood and each sentence piercing the heart, exposed the selfishness and cruelty of the geniuses of all realms to the fullest extent.

Upon hearing this, Lin Nuannuan was shocked, her face filled with disbelief and anger!

She finally understood why her cultivation had been so difficult to advance, why it was so easy to break through from the first level of the Inner Realm to the ninth level, but so difficult to advance to the Breaking Realm. It turned out that the Director of the Cautious Conduct Division had forcibly suppressed her cultivation using the rules of the myriad realms!

(The book's level:)

Within the realm, levels one through nine (cannot freely traverse worlds).

Levels 1 to 9 of the Breaking Boundary Realm (able to physically traverse various worlds)

Realm Shattering Stages 1-9 (Transcending everything and controlling the rules of all realms)

It turns out that they have been used by the geniuses of all realms all along, used as tools to seize fortune, and ruthlessly manipulated!

Anger, like a flame, burned wildly in Lin Nuannuan's heart. The purple-gold energy within her body also became violent. Even though her source was overdrawn and her aura was weak, she still wanted to rush forward and fight to the death with those geniuses from all realms and those who controlled their destinies!

On the battlefield, the weariness and despair on the faces of the other Earth transmigrators were instantly replaced by boundless rage. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes sharp, and slowly approached the geniuses of the myriad realms, their auras becoming increasingly violent.

"Kill them! Avenge the Sentinels!"

"Break free from suppression! Break through to a higher realm! We must return home!"

"We don't want to be your tools! We want to go home!"

Roars rose and fell, echoing throughout the battlefield. It was the anger of all the Earth transmigrators, the obsession of all the Earth transmigrators, and the determination of all the Earth transmigrators to break free from fate and embark on the road home!

Looking down at his angry compatriots, Jiang Wuchen's anger was gradually replaced by a resolute determination. He slowly raised his right hand, palm up, and the violent aura around him gradually condensed. An aura that was even more powerful and vast than that of a ninth-level Breakthrough Realm cultivator was slowly surging and erupting within his body!

(His internal energy has long surpassed the ninth level of the Breaking Realm, yet he has been unable to break through to the Shattering Realm and control the rules of all realms.)

His gaze was as firm as iron, and his voice was powerful and resounding, echoing through the heavens and earth. With a do-or-die, unwavering determination, he instantly silenced all the Earth transmigrators, their eyes fixed on him, their faces filled with awe and anticipation.

"Today! I, Jiang Wuchen! will shatter this damned restriction!"

"Today! I will break free from the shackles of these myriad world rules!"

"Today! I will step into the Shattering Realm!"

"I'll show you that Earth's transmigrators are never tools to be manipulated! They've never been nourishment for you to steal destiny!"

"I want you to know that no one can stop our determination to return home! No one can break our resolve!"

The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Wuchen's aura exploded to its maximum!

A vast, violent, and powerful aura surged forth from his body, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a tsunami. Above, the sky changed color, lightning flashed, and the dark clouds were torn to shreds by the violent aura. Dazzling light poured down from the clouds, enveloping Jiang Wuchen's figure.

The space around him began to slightly distort and tremble. Countless fragments of energy surged and spun wildly around him, and a pressure belonging to the Shattered Realm slowly spread out.

They could sense that Jiang Wuchen's cultivation was rapidly advancing, breaking the rules set by the Director of the Cautious Conduct Division, and striving to break through from the ninth level of the Realm Breaking stage towards the legendary Realm Shattering stage!

Jiang Wuchen closed his eyes, concentrated all his energy, and urged all the power in his body to break through the barrier of the Shattered Realm. The energy around him surged wildly, and the pressure belonging to the Shattered Realm became more and more intense and powerful.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a dazzling golden light flashing in them. His aura surged once again, and an aura several times stronger than before erupted from his body, resounding throughout the entire world!

Jiang Wuchen lowered his head, his gaze sweeping down at his jubilant compatriots. His eyes were filled with tenderness and determination. Then, he raised his head again, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across the battlefield and the myriad geniuses of the world. His voice was powerful and resounding, echoing throughout the heavens and earth: "Gentlemen! Watch carefully!"

"This sword strike! It will cleave through eternity!"

"This sword strike will rob the fate of all realms!"

"This sword strike! For all Earth transmigrators! For all those returning home! To avenge our grievances!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wuchen suddenly drew the long sword from his back. The long sword did not have a dazzling light, but it exuded a vast, sharp, and decisive aura. That aura seemed to be able to cut through heaven and earth, tear apart all worlds, and dominate all ages!

He gripped his longsword tightly, gazing up at the horizon, his eyes filled with resolute determination. His voice was hoarse yet firm, carrying a do-or-die courage: "I will roam the myriad realms with my sword! I will sweep away all injustices!"

"Demon-Slaying Sword Technique! Final Form!"

"To become a sword with one's own body!"

The last four words were almost roared out by Jiang Wuchen. His voice was filled with endless determination, endless obsession, and endless anger. It resounded throughout the world, making the sun and moon lose their light and the earth tremble!

As his voice fell, Jiang Wuchen's body began to gradually become transparent. A huge and sharp sword aura burst out from his body. Countless cyan sword energies surged and spun wildly behind him, gradually converging together to transform into a huge, boundless cyan giant sword!

The colossal azure sword soared into the clouds, blotting out the sun. A faint azure light flowed across its blade, emanating a vast, sharp, and eternally domineering aura. Wherever the sword energy passed, space was torn apart, heaven and earth trembled slightly, and even the rules of the myriad realms were slightly distorted under the impact of the sword energy.

Countless cyan sword energies swirled wildly around the cyan giant sword, emitting a piercing whistling sound, as if they were about to tear the entire universe apart. That aura shook the heavens and earth and intimidated the ages!

Jiang Wuchen's figure became increasingly transparent, eventually transforming into a beam of azure light that merged into the massive azure sword.

The moment Jiang Wuchen's figure completely merged into the cyan giant sword, the light of the cyan giant sword instantly surged, becoming dazzlingly bright. The sword energy around him also became more violent and sharper. The aura of dominating the ages and seizing destiny became even more intense, sweeping across the entire myriad realms!

"Break! Give it to me!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the cyan giant sword. It was Jiang Wuchen's voice, his obsession, his anger, and his determination. It resounded throughout the heavens and earth, causing the sun and moon to lose their light and the world to collapse!

Then, the enormous, boundless blue sword, with its domineering aura, its resolute determination to seize the destiny of all worlds, and the hopes of all Earth's transmigrators, slashed fiercely towards the ends of the earth, towards the barrier of the rules of all worlds, and towards those who controlled their fate!

"Boom—!"