All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The Tongtian Sect Leader was silent for a moment, then nodded respectfully, "Disciple obeys! Disciple will deliver the Primordial Projection, along with the Four Swords of Zhuxian, to Sun Wukong so that he can give them to Wuchen!"

"Good," Hongjun Patriarch's voice carried a hint of relief, "Tongtian, remember your promise, never let the prehistoric world fall into the flames of war, never let your master down."

"This disciple will certainly not fail in his mission!" The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded heavily, his tone firm, his eyes filled with determination.

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of Hongjun Patriarch was no longer heard. The depths of Zixiao Palace returned to calm, as if the conversation just now was just an illusion.

The Tongtian Sect Leader slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the direction of Mount Emei where Sun Wukong was. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and activated the power of a sage within his body. A vast yet gentle divine thought instantly erupted, piercing through the barriers of Biyou Palace and the primordial land, rapidly spreading towards the direction of Huaguo Mountain.

"Wukong, come to Biyou Palace immediately!"

His divine thoughts carried the majesty of the Tongtian Sect Master, a hint of urgency, and an unquestionable command.

Meanwhile, in the primordial wilderness, Mount Emei, the Holy Buddha Cave.

Deep within the Holy Buddha Cave, bathed in Buddhist light and imbued with a sense of Zen, stands an ancient Buddha statue in the center of the cave. The statue is radiant with gold, its face benevolent, and its eyes slightly closed, as if it were chanting scriptures. It exudes a gentle yet powerful Buddhist light, purifying all evil spirits around it.

Inside the cave, a figure dressed in a golden kasaya slowly sat before the Buddha statue. His face was resolute, with a hint of arrogance between his brows. He exuded a powerful Buddhist aura and a faint monkey-like air. It was none other than Sun Wukong, the Victorious Fighting Buddha!

At this moment, Sun Wukong's brows were tightly furrowed, and his face lacked any of his usual arrogance and carefree attitude. Instead, it carried a hint of solemnity and worry. In his hand, he tightly gripped a golden cudgel, on which a faint golden light flowed. The Buddhist power around him also became somewhat disordered.

His gaze swept beyond the Holy Buddha Cave, seemingly piercing through the barriers of Mount Emei, the primordial land, and the barriers of all the heavens and realms, reaching the devastating battlefield and the giant azure sword that had transformed itself into a blade.

"Brother Wuchen..."

Sun Wukong murmured softly, his tone tinged with worry and guilt, "It's my fault for being useless. I couldn't help you, I couldn't help you return home. I could only watch helplessly as you transformed into a sword and faced the pressure of the entire universe alone."

He still remembered that back in the primordial era, he and Jiang Wuchen hit it off immediately, sharing the same ideals and goals. The two fought side by side, overcoming countless dangers together and drinking countless fine wines together. Jiang Wuchen had told him countless times about Earth, his parents, his daughter, and his obsession with returning home.

Countless times, he had patted his chest and told Jiang Wuchen that he would definitely help him, that he would definitely help him break through the barriers between the myriad realms and help him return home. But now, he could only be trapped in the prehistoric world, bound by the iron laws of the prehistoric world, and could only watch helplessly as Jiang Wuchen was in danger.

This feeling of powerlessness and guilt gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake, causing him immense pain and anger.

"The Cautious Conduct Division! A Prodigy Across All Realms!"

Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly, a sharp golden light flashing in his eyes. His voice was filled with intense anger, "How dare you bully my brothers! How dare you block my brothers' way home! I, Sun Wukong, will never forgive you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up abruptly, and the Buddhist power around him erupted instantly. A violent and powerful aura swept out from his body, causing the entire Holy Buddha Cave to tremble slightly, and the Buddhist light inside the cave became chaotic.

He was preparing to break through the barriers of Mount Emei and defy the iron laws of the primordial world to travel to all the heavens and myriad realms to support Jiang Wuchen, but at that moment, a familiar divine thought suddenly entered his mind—it was the divine thought of the Tongtian Sect Master!

"Wukong, come to Biyou Palace immediately!"

Upon hearing the divine thought of the Tongtian Sect Leader, Sun Wukong's body stiffened abruptly, and the anger and urgency on his face instantly subsided, replaced by a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The Master of Heaven?

What does he want from me, Old Sun?

Could it be because of Brother Wuchen?

Thinking of this, a strong sense of anticipation surged in Sun Wukong's heart. Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a golden light and rushed out of the Holy Buddha Cave, flying swiftly towards the direction of Biyou Palace.

A golden light ripped through the primordial sky, moving with lightning speed. Along its path, countless immortals and gods bowed their heads in awe upon seeing the golden light. They all knew it was the figure of Sun Wukong, the Victorious Fighting Buddha, and that Sun Wukong had urgent business to attend to. No one dared to stop him, and no one dared to block his way.

As Sun Wukong flew, he silently prayed in his heart: "Master Tongtian, you've come to find me, Old Sun, surely it's for Brother Wuchen's sake. You must have a way to help Brother Wuchen, you must help me, Old Sun, to get justice for Brother Wuchen!"

In the primordial wilderness, at Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Sect Leader still stood in the main hall, the Four Immortal Execution Swords hovering in front of him, their sword cries ringing out incessantly. The purple mist around him continued to surge wildly. His gaze was fixed on the direction of Flower Fruit Mountain, his eyes filled with anticipation as he awaited the arrival of Sun Wukong.

Once Sun Wukong arrives, he will hand over the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Primordial World Projection Boundary Marker deduced by Hongjun Patriarch, so that Sun Wukong can take these things to the myriad worlds to support Jiang Wuchen.

He also knew that this was just the beginning. The wars in the myriad worlds were not yet over, and Jiang Wuchen's journey home was still fraught with difficulties and dangers. Those Earth transmigrators still faced countless perils.

"Buzz—!"

Just then, a golden light burst through the gates of Biyou Palace and flew swiftly into the main hall. When the golden light dissipated, Sun Wukong's figure appeared in the main hall.

As soon as Sun Wukong landed, he looked eagerly at the Tongtian Sect Leader, his face full of anxiety, and his tone urgent: "Tongtian Sect Leader, you've come to see me, is it about Brother Wuchen? How is Brother Wuchen now? Is he in danger?"

Seeing Sun Wukong's anxious appearance, the Tongtian Sect Leader smiled gently, his tone softening, and waved his hand: "He transformed his body into a sword and burned his source. At this moment, his aura is weak, and his situation is still very dangerous. He may completely dissipate into the myriad realms at any time."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's face instantly turned pale, and his urgency intensified. He lunged forward, grabbing the sleeve of the Tongtian Sect Leader, his voice urgent: "Tongtian Sect Leader, what are we waiting for? Quickly, let's go to all the heavens and realms now to support Brother Wuchen! I, Old Sun, will definitely protect Brother Wuchen and help him clear his way home!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader gently patted Sun Wukong's hand, signaling him to calm down, and said firmly, "Wukong, you don't need to be impatient. I've called you here because of Wuchen's matter. I want you to go to all the heavens and myriad realms to support Wuchen."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the Four Swords of Zhuxian in front of him, his tone carrying a profound meaning: "Look, these are the Four Swords of Zhuxian, a gift from the Treasure Distribution Rock of Ancestor Hongjun. They are the most precious treasures of my Biyou Palace. After the Investiture of the Gods, I sealed them deep within the Biyou Palace to nurture them. The rumors that the four swords were destroyed are all false. The four swords are now intact, and their innate killing power is still at its peak."

"However, the four swords are innate treasures of killing, bound by the primordial Heavenly Dao. I cannot personally carry them into the myriad realms, so I entrust them to you. You are not bound by the ironclad rules and can take the four swords to support Wuchen."

Sun Wukong's gaze fell upon the Four Swords of Zhuxian. Feeling the overwhelming, innate killing pressure emanating from them, an incredulous astonishment appeared on his face. He subconsciously loosened the sleeve of the Tongtian Sect Leader, walked step by step to the Four Swords, reached out, and gently stroked the blades. His tone was filled with emotion and shock: "The Four Swords of Zhuxian…it really is them! I, Old Sun, thought the rumors were true, that the four swords had long been destroyed. I never expected them to be intact! This innate killing aura, this sharpness! Although I, Old Sun, have never personally witnessed the Zhuxian Formation, I have heard of its formidable reputation. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its name!"

Of course he knew the power of the Four Swords of Zhuxian. During the War of the Gods, the Zhuxian Formation could not be broken without the arrival of the Four Saints. Now the four swords were intact and at their peak power. With their help, Brother Wuchen would definitely be able to break through the predicament, fight against those geniuses from all realms, and break through the rule suppression of Shenxing Division!

"Master Tongtian," Sun Wukong suddenly raised his head, looking at the Master Tongtian with a determined expression and an urgent tone, "Rest assured, I, Old Sun, will definitely bring these Four Swords of Zhuxian safely to Brother Wuchen's hands. I will definitely help Brother Wuchen break through his predicament and help him return home!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader nodded in satisfaction, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand and waved it gently, and a pale purple light burst forth from his body. Within the light was a phantom projection coordinate. In that projection, clouds and mist swirled, and one could vaguely see a familiar land and some familiar figures. It was none other than the primordial world that Ao Chen and Shen Jianxin had traveled through. It was the primordial world projection marker that Hongjun Ancestor had created for Jiang Wuchen by exhausting his efforts to deduce Earth!

"This is the primordial projection of the Great Deity, created by the Ancestor Hongjun for Wuchen when he deduced the Earth," said the Tongtian Sect Leader, pointing to the illusory projection.

"Take it with you and bring it to Wuchen."

Sun Wukong's body stiffened abruptly, his face showing disbelief and astonishment. He looked at the primordial projection, then at the Tongtian Sect Leader, his tone respectful yet firm: "Tongtian Sect Leader, rest assured, I, Old Sun, will definitely hand over this primordial projection's boundary marker, along with the Four Swords of Zhuxian, to Brother Wuchen. I will convey your words to Brother Wuchen word for word, without omission!"

"Alright," the Tongtian Sect Leader nodded heavily, his tone carrying a hint of relief and a hint of entrustment, "Wukong, this journey is extremely dangerous. The myriad realms are fraught with peril. The strength of the Shenxing Division far exceeds your imagination, and those geniuses of the myriad realms will never let this go unpunished. You must be careful and cautious, protect yourself, protect the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Primordial Projection, and make sure to bring them safely into Wuchen's hands."

"Also, remember that you are a demon god, transcending the Three Realms and the Five Elements. You are not bound by the Primordial Iron Laws, nor suppressed by the rules of the myriad realms. On this journey, you can go all out without worrying too much. If you encounter any insurmountable danger, you can always send me a message, and I will do my best to support you."

"Disciple obeys!" Sun Wukong nodded heavily, his face full of respect, his tone firm, and his eyes filled with determination. "Master Tongtian, rest assured, I, Old Sun, will not fail in my mission! I will definitely bring the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Primordial Projection safely into Brother Wuchen's hands, and I will definitely help Brother Wuchen break through his predicament and help him return home!"

"If those scum from the Cautious Conduct Division, or those geniuses from all realms, dare to stop me, Old Sun, I will make sure they never return! I will make them pay a bloody price!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong suddenly reached out and grabbed the four swords of Zhuxian that were floating in mid-air. They felt cold and heavy in his hand, and the innate killing power surged into his body through his fingertips. He quickly circulated his Buddhist power to suppress them and absorbed the primordial projection into his body. The Buddhist power around him instantly erupted, and a violent and powerful aura swept out from his body, intertwining with the innate killing power of the four swords of Zhuxian to form a huge and terrifying force that shocked the entire Biyou Palace.

He bowed deeply to the Tongtian Sect Leader, then bowed again, his tone respectful: "Tongtian Sect Leader, I, Old Sun, am about to depart for the myriad realms to support Brother Wuchen!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader waved his hand gently, his tone mild: "Go, Wukong, take care on your journey. I wish you success, and I wish you and Wuchen a safe return. I wish you can help Wuchen realize his wish to return home."

"Thank you, Master Tongtian!"

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he no longer hesitated. His figure blurred, and he transformed into a golden light. Holding the Four Swords of Zhuxian in his hand, and carrying the projection of the Primordial Era within his body, he instantly rushed out of Biyou Palace and flew rapidly towards the Primordial Barrier.

A golden light ripped through the primordial sky at lightning speed. Along its path, celestial mist swirled, sword energy crisscrossed, and Buddhist power intertwined with innate killing intent. The immense and terrifying power shook the entire primordial world. Countless immortals and gods looked up at the golden light, their faces filled with awe and anticipation.

Inside the main hall of Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Leader still stood in the same spot, his gaze fixed on the direction where Sun Wukong had left. His eyes were filled with expectation and determination. He sighed softly, his tone tinged with relief: "Wuchen, your master has done all that he can. Now, it's up to you."