All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

In the primordial wilderness, at Biyou Palace.

Purple mist swirls, ethereal atmosphere pervades, majestic palaces stand tall, jade pavilions and towers are scattered in an orderly fashion, spiritual springs flow gently, exotic flowers and rare herbs grow everywhere, cranes soar through the sky, and deer roam in the courtyard, creating a scene of a transcendent and sacred realm.

At this moment, the main hall of Biyou Palace was devoid of its usual tranquility and peace. A violent and boundless rage was sweeping out from the main seat, causing the entire Biyou Palace to tremble slightly. The immortal tables and chairs in the hall emitted a faint hum, and even the immortal energy flowing in the air became disordered.

On the main seat, a figure dressed in purple robes slowly sat down, his face ancient and his brows exuding an aura of domineering majesty. Yet, his eyes were filled with raging fury, as well as a hint of barely perceptible concern and heartache.

This person is none other than the Primordial Saint, the Master of the Heavens!

He lightly tapped the celestial table in front of him with his fingertips, his knuckles turning slightly white. His purple robes fluttered without wind, and a vast, saintly aura, like a tsunami, permeated the hall. The celestial boys and girls standing outside the hall were so frightened that they all knelt down, trembling and not daring to breathe.

"You brat!"

A furious roar erupted from the Tongtian Sect Leader's mouth. His voice was hoarse and deep, carrying the majesty of a saint, boundless anger, and a hint of disappointment and concern. It resounded throughout Biyou Palace, even penetrating its walls and spreading across the entire prehistoric land.

"How dare you not inform your master about something like this!"

"In daily life, they constantly address me as 'Master,' and say things like 'A teacher for a day is a father for life,' making it sound even better than they're singing!"

"Now, all the heavens and myriad realms are in chaos. The Shenxing Division holds absolute power, suppressing the cultivation of Earth's transmigrators, killing sentinels, and cutting off their path home. My foolish disciple, Jiang Wuchen, dared to transform himself into a sword, defying eternity, to break this deadlock and return home, facing the pressure of the entire myriad realms alone, and charging alone towards that elusive hope!"

The more the Tongtian Sect Leader spoke, the angrier he became. His eyes even turned a little bloodshot. He slammed his hand on the immortal table in front of him. With a "crack", the immortal table, which was made of ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, shattered into countless pieces, turning into jade dust that scattered all over the ground.

He stood up, his figure as straight as a pine tree, purple mist swirling around him, immortal energy and rage intertwined, forming an extremely violent aura. His gaze looked out of Biyou Palace, as if piercing through the barriers of the primordial world, piercing through the barriers of all heavens and myriad realms, looking at that tragic battlefield, looking at that giant azure sword that had transformed itself into a sword and dominated the ages.

The anger in her eyes was gradually replaced by deep heartache, and her voice softened, though it still carried a hint of hoarseness: "Wuchen, Wuchen, you silly child, why are you so stubborn?"

"Eighteen million huiyuan, through countless reincarnations, you have endured countless hardships and survived countless life-or-death crises. Your master has watched you grow step by step, watched you fight with all your might time and time again for your unwavering desire to return home, and your master's heart aches!"

"Do you think you're the only one steadfastly guarding the road home? Do you think you have to face the oppression of all realms alone?"

"You've forgotten, you still have a master! You still have these elders from the primordial world! You still have those old comrades who fought alongside you!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader's voice trembled slightly as countless images flashed through his mind—the respect and determination he showed when he became a disciple, the diligence and perseverance he displayed during his cultivation, and the burning, unyielding light in his eyes whenever he spoke of returning home.

He still remembered how Jiang Wuchen had knelt before him countless times, begging him to help break down the barriers between the myriad worlds and help him return home; he still remembered how he had refused Jiang Wuchen countless times, simply because there was an ironclad rule in the prehistoric world that it would not intervene in the affairs of the myriad worlds; he still remembered how the patriarch had exhausted his efforts to deduce the projection of Earth for Jiang Wuchen, just so that he could let go of his obsession and stay in the prehistoric world to cultivate and attain enlightenment.

But now, in order to return home and for all the transmigrators on Earth, Jiang Wuchen dares to risk his life, transform himself into a sword, fight against the entire myriad worlds alone, break the rule suppression of the Shenxing Division alone, and even burn his own origin to sacrifice his life!

At this moment, the guilt and heartache in the heart of the Tongtian Sect Leader surged out like a tidal wave, overwhelming all anger and the ironclad laws of the primordial world.

So what if it's an ironclad law of the primordial world? So what if it's about not interfering in the affairs of all the heavens and myriad realms?

More important than ironclad rules and ancient conventions are his disciples and their unwavering convictions!

"That's enough! That's enough!"

The Master of Heaven sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of resolve and a touch of relief: "The ironclad laws of the primordial world can bind others, but they cannot bind me, the Master of Heaven!"

"The affairs of the myriad realms are not something the Primordial World should interfere with, but Wuchen is my Tongtian's disciple, a disciple of my Biyou Palace. His affairs are the affairs of my Biyou Palace, and therefore the affairs of my Tongtian!"

"Today, no one will stop me! No one will be allowed to harm my disciple again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly raised his right hand, palm facing upwards. The purple mist around him surged wildly, and a vast, powerful, and sharp aura burst forth from his body, sweeping across the entire Biyou Palace and even spreading throughout the entire prehistoric land.

"The Four Swords of Zhuxian! Rise!"

A low shout, powerful and resounding, carrying the majesty of a saint and an unquestionable resolve, burst forth from the mouth of the Tongtian Sect Leader.

As his words fell, four earth-shattering sword cries suddenly echoed from the depths of Biyou Palace: "Buzz—! Buzz—! Buzz—! Buzz—!"

The sound of the sword echoed powerfully and anciently, resounding throughout the heavens and earth, causing the primordial land to tremble slightly. Above, the wind and clouds changed color, purple mist churned, and countless sharp sword energies surged forth from the depths of Biyou Palace, soaring straight into the sky and illuminating the entire primordial sky. Wherever the sword energies passed, the void was rippled with tiny cracks.

Immediately afterwards, four ancient swords slowly emerged from the depths of Biyou Palace. Each sword was three feet three inches and three fen long, with incomparably sharp blades and sheaths that subtly combined the primordial energy of heaven and earth. They were surrounded by innate killing aura and were not forged from ordinary iron of later generations, but were transformed from innate spiritual treasures, carrying their own chaotic pressure.

The first sword blade is jet black, with innate execution characters engraved on its scabbard. Faintly, blood light flows around it, and the sword's cry is deep and resonant, like a howl from the underworld. It exudes an innate aura of annihilation, and touching it will destroy both the soul and the spirit. This is the Immortal Execution Sword! This sword is dedicated to "execution," and it is specifically for executing saints of the Heavenly Dao. Nothing is beyond its execution, and nothing is indestructible.

The second sword is blood red in color, with innate killing symbols engraved on its scabbard. Its murderous aura soars to the sky, and its sword cry is as mournful as the wails of ten thousand ghosts. It exudes an innate killing aura, and those who are touched by it will have their life essence dissolved. This is the Immortal Slayer Sword! This sword is dedicated to "slaughtering", and is used to slay immortals, gods, demons and monsters. It is ruthless in killing and its blood stains the sky.

The third sword blade is dark blue in color, with innate trap characters engraved on its scabbard. A misty fog surrounds it, and the sword's sound is as dull as the sinking abyss of the earth, exuding the aura of an innate trap. Once you encounter it, you will be trapped and unable to escape. This is the Trapping Immortal Sword! This sword is dedicated to "trapping," and it is used to trap powerful enemies in desperate situations, laying a net that is impossible to escape.

The fourth sword, grayish-white in color, has innate Absolute characters engraved on its scabbard. It is surrounded by an aura of deathly stillness, and its sword cry is deep and resonant, as if the end of all things. It exudes an aura of innate annihilation, and touching it will sever all life. It is the Absolute Immortal Sword! This sword is dedicated to "absolute," and is specifically designed to sever the life force of all things, cut off the path to immortality, and sever the path of cultivation. It is unparalleled.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian have appeared in the world!

Four immortal swords hovered in front of the Tongtian Sect Leader, their blades trembling slightly and their sword cries ringing out incessantly. Innate killing aura intertwined and formed an invisible killing barrier, as if responding to the Tongtian Sect Leader's call, or as if telling of the vastness and sharpness of innate spiritual treasures. Chaotic energy flowed around them, fully displaying the power of innate supreme treasures.

Those familiar with the history of the prehistoric era know that the Four Swords of Zhuxian were a gift from Hongjun Laozu at the Treasure Distribution Rock. They were the supreme treasures of the Tongtian Sect Leader, not his natal magic weapons, but the most powerful innate killing treasures of the prehistoric era. During the Investiture of the Gods war, the Tongtian Sect Leader used the Four Swords of Zhuxian, along with the Zhuxian Formation Diagram, to set up the Zhuxian Formation. This formation could not be broken without the combined presence of four sages, its power overwhelming all the heavens, and no one could withstand it. After the Investiture of the Gods war, the Four Swords of Zhuxian were carefully sealed away deep within Biyou Palace by the Tongtian Sect Leader, nurtured day and night with the power of a sage and supplemented with innate spiritual energy, solely to protect Biyou Palace and to be used in a future great need.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian are too powerful, being innate weapons of slaughter. Once they appear in the world, they will stir up the winds and clouds of heaven and earth, arouse the aura of slaughter, and bring devastation to living beings. The Tongtian Sect Leader was unwilling to use them easily, which led to the rumors that the "Four Swords were destroyed". In fact, the Four Swords are intact and still maintain their peak condition, exuding an innate and fierce aura that can awe heaven and earth and kill in all directions!

Outside the hall, the kneeling celestial children and fairies, upon seeing the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords suspended in mid-air and feeling the innate killing pressure, were filled with disbelief and shock. They lowered their heads, their bodies trembling even more violently, their hearts filled with awe, and even their souls were trembling slightly, not daring to look directly at them.

They knew what the appearance of the Four Swords of Zhuxian meant; they knew that the Tongtian Sect Leader was truly enraged, which meant that the peace of the primordial world was about to be broken, that the order of the myriad realms was about to undergo earth-shattering changes, and that a massive war might be about to break out!

The Tongtian Sect Leader reached out and gently stroked the Four Immortal Execution Swords in front of him. His fingertips felt a cool and heavy touch, the unique texture of an innate spiritual treasure. His eyes softened, and his tone carried a hint of emotion: "Old friend, it's been a long time."

"After the War of the Gods, I sealed you away deep within Biyou Palace, nurturing you day and night, never using you lightly. Today, I need you to accompany me once more, to help me one more time, to help my disciple break the shackles of the myriad realms and pave the way home!"

As if understanding the words of the Tongtian Sect Master, the sword cries of the Four Swords of Zhuxian grew louder and sharper, and the innate killing aura around them became more and more violent. The four sword energies intertwined to form a huge and terrifying killing force that swept through the entire Biyou Palace. The immortal mist inside the palace was torn apart, and the void trembled more and more violently.

The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded in satisfaction, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He was preparing to take the Four Swords of Zhuxian, break through the primordial barrier, and head to the myriad realms to support Jiang Wuchen. But at that moment, a gentle yet majestic voice suddenly entered his mind. It was devoid of any malice, yet it carried an irresistible power.

"Tongtian, have you forgotten the ironclad rule that the Primordial World does not interfere in the affairs of the myriad realms?"

Upon hearing this voice, the Tongtian Sect Leader's body stiffened abruptly, and the resolute expression on his face instantly softened. He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the center of the primordial world, on the sacred and majestic palace suspended in the heavens—the Zixiao Palace.

He recognized the voice all too well; it was none other than Hongjun, the master of Zixiao Palace and the Dao Ancestor of the Primordial World!

The Tongtian Sect Leader remained silent for a moment, then bowed slightly towards the direction of Zixiao Palace. His tone was respectful, yet still carried a hint of determination: "Master, I have not forgotten the ironclad laws of the Primordial World, but Wuchen is my disciple. He is currently in grave danger, transforming himself into a sword to fight against the entire myriad realms alone. I cannot stand idly by!"

"Those transmigrators from Earth, clinging to the desire to return home, had their cultivation suppressed by the Shenxing Division, were used as tools to seize the fortunes of geniuses from all realms, and were mercilessly slaughtered. This disciple cannot bear it!"

"Today, even if it means defying the ironclad laws of the primordial world, even if it means incurring punishment, this disciple will still travel to all the heavens and myriad realms to support Wuchen!"

Deep within the Purple Cloud Palace, amidst swirling clouds and mist, a simple yet sacred palace stands quietly amidst the clouds. Inside the palace, an aged and indistinct figure sits slowly, his aura undisturbed, as if he were one with heaven and earth. This is none other than the Ancestor Hongjun.

Hongjun, the Ancestor, slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was devoid of any emotion, as deep and unfathomable as the starry sky, seemingly able to see through all things in heaven and earth, and through countless cycles of reincarnation. He sighed softly, his voice gentle yet authoritative, once again resonating in Tongtian Jiaozhu's mind: "Tongtian, do you know why, back then, we established the ironclad rule that the Primordial World would not interfere in the affairs of the myriad realms?"

Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader paused slightly, then shook his head respectfully, saying, "This disciple does not know, please enlighten me, Master."

"Back then, the primordial world suffered from the Dragon-Phoenix War, the Witch-Demon War, and the Investiture of the Gods. Life was devastated, the world's vitality was severely damaged, countless immortals and gods perished, and the primordial land was riddled with holes," the voice of Ancestor Hongjun said slowly, carrying a trace of the vicissitudes of time. "The reason for establishing this iron law is not to bind you, but to protect the primordial world, to protect the lives of the primordial world, to prevent the primordial world from falling into the flames of war again, and to prevent the primordial world's vitality from being severely damaged again."

The Tongtian Sect Leader fell silent. He knew that what the Hongjun Ancestor said was right. The prehistoric world had already suffered countless wars and was already overburdened. If it were to intervene in the affairs of the myriad realms again, it might trigger even greater wars, and the prehistoric world would probably fall into a state of devastation once more.

But when he thought of Jiang Wuchen's resolute act of turning himself into a sword, and when he thought of the guilt and heartache in his heart, he could not give up, and could not sit idly by.

"Master," the Tongtian Sect Leader's voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of pleading, "but Wuchen... this disciple truly cannot stand idly by. I beg you, Master, to show leniency and allow this disciple to travel to the myriad realms to support them. This disciple promises that I will never let the Primordial World be plunged into war, and I will never allow the Primordial World's vitality to suffer severe damage!"

Deep within the Purple Cloud Palace, the Ancestor Hongjun remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping towards the myriad realms. He seemed to see the tragic battlefield, the giant cyan sword, the obsession in Jiang Wuchen's eyes, and the hope and despair in the hearts of those Earth transmigrators.

After a moment, he sighed softly, his tone softening and carrying a hint of relief: "So be it, it is fate, it is destiny. Since you have made up your mind, I will not stop you."

Upon hearing this, a surge of intense joy and gratitude welled up within the Tongtian Sect Leader. He bowed deeply once more towards the direction of Zixiao Palace, his tone respectful yet firm: "Thank you, Master! Thank you for your leniency! This disciple will certainly not fail in my mission!"

"However," the voice of Ancestor Hongjun rang out again, with a hint of reminder, "the Four Swords of Zhuxian are innate treasures of slaughter, which I have given to you. Their power is boundless, but they are bound by the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World. You must not easily step into the myriad worlds, otherwise you may easily trigger a calamity of slaughter."

"But you can give the Four Swords of Zhuxian to someone else and have them deliver them to Jiang Wuchen. As long as you don't step into the myriad worlds yourself, it won't be considered that the Primordial World has intervened in the affairs of the myriad worlds. This way, you can both abide by the ironclad rules and lend a helping hand to Jiang Wuchen."

Upon hearing this, the Master of Heaven's eyes lit up, and a delighted smile appeared on his face: "Thank you for your guidance, Master! This disciple understands!"

He never expected that the Ancestor Hongjun would be so considerate, allowing him to support Jiang Wuchen without violating the ironclad laws of the Primordial World. He would remember this kindness.

"Furthermore," the voice of the Hongjun Ancestor continued, carrying a profound meaning, "that monkey, he was originally a stone monkey transformed into a demon god, born extraordinary, transcending the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements, not bound by the iron laws of the Primordial World, nor suppressed by the rules of the myriad realms, and has countless connections with Wuchen, so it is most appropriate for him to take the Four Swords of Zhuxian to the myriad realms."

The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded, deeply agreeing: "Master is absolutely right. That monkey is incredibly powerful, unruly, and unrestrained. Sending him with the Four Swords of Zhuxian to the myriad realms to support Wuchen will surely ensure a flawless outcome!"

He still remembered that back in the primordial era, Jiang Wuchen had fought alongside Sun Wukong. The two shared the same ideals and had a deep friendship. Sun Wukong had also tried many times to help Jiang Wuchen break through the barriers between the myriad realms and help him return home, but due to the ironclad laws of the primordial world, he had never been able to do so.

Now that Sun Wukong has brought the Four Swords of Zhuxian to all the heavens and myriad worlds to support Jiang Wuchen, he will surely be able to help Jiang Wuchen break through his predicament and open up the road home for all Earth transmigrators!

"Furthermore," the voice of Hongjun Patriarch rang out again, his tone mysterious and majestic, "Back then, for Wuchen, I exhausted my efforts to deduce the primordial projection boundary markers that Earth transformed into. You should also give them to Sun Wukong and have him deliver them to Jiang Wuchen."

"To truly break through the barriers between worlds, to truly return home, and to truly control one's own destiny, the strength of the Breaking Realm alone is far from enough."

The Grand Master of Heaven's body stiffened abruptly, his face showing disbelief and astonishment: "Master, what do you mean?"

The voice of the Ancestor Hongjun carried a profound meaning as he slowly spoke, "And to truly reach the realm beyond the Breaking Realm, to truly possess the Shattering Realm, one must become a World Lord, that is—a Realm Master!"

Realm Lord!