All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The battlefield of countless worlds, deep within a secret realm.

Beneath the hazy sky, miasma swirled, and jagged rocks littered the ground. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the energy fluctuations of decay. Every inch of the land was stained by the flames of war. Scattered across the cratered ground were broken weapons, shattered armor, and cold corpses—a horrifying sight.

In the sky above the secret realm, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a black brocade robe with the words "Be Cautious" embroidered in dark gold on it. The characters were sharp and faintly exuded the power of rules.

He had a handsome face, but a cold indifference that kept people at a distance. His eyes were as deep as a cold pool, without any emotional fluctuation. His gaze was calm as he looked at the giant blue sword that soared into the sky in the center of the battlefield. His aura was restrained, but he still carried an invisible pressure, as if the heavens and earth were bowing down at his feet.

This person is none other than Li Sinan, the Director of the Cautious Conduct Division!

Behind him, dozens of figures stood in neat rows, all belonging to the Shenxing Division. They wore uniform black battle armor, exuding a chilling aura and solemn expressions. A faint halo of rules surrounded them, and their eyes warily scanned the entire battlefield, but they showed no intention of making a move. They simply stood quietly, like indifferent bystanders.

Li Sinan's gaze fell on the cyan greatsword, a faint hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the entire secret realm, with a hint of barely perceptible emotion: "Truly commendable courage."

"As expected, the primordial land produces no cowards."

Everyone knows that the giant cyan sword was transformed from the body of Jiang Wuchen, a transmigrator from Earth. In order to break the suppression of the rules of all realms and to open up the way home for transmigrators from Earth, he did not hesitate to burn his own essence and sacrifice his cultivation to forcibly transform it into this giant sword that carries the hopes of all transmigrators.

This resoluteness and courage moved even Li Sinan, the director of the Cautious Conduct Division, who had witnessed countless lives and deaths throughout the myriad realms.

Just as he finished speaking, a mocking laugh suddenly rang out in mid-air, breaking the silence in the secret realm.

"Haha, Director Li, you're still so patient."

Before he finished speaking, two figures suddenly appeared out of thin air and landed beside Li Sinan in a flash. Their auras were concealed, but they carried a strength that should not be underestimated. They were Chen Su, the rogue cultivator who had led Lin Nuannuan, and his young disciple who was following behind him.

Chen Su, dressed in a greyish-white Taoist robe, had a carefree expression and a nonchalant smile on his lips. His gaze casually swept over the Shenxing Division members behind Li Sinan, finally settling on a disheveled figure at the back of the group. He said with a hint of mockery, "Oh, isn't this Yang Qinghuan?"

"How did you get so disheveled? You look like you've been beaten up."

All eyes immediately turned to Yang Qinghuan.

Yang Qinghuan was dressed in tattered clothes, his body covered with countless wounds, some of which were still bleeding. His hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with dust and blood. His once upright figure now appeared somewhat hunched, and his aura was weak. He looked extremely disheveled, a far cry from the powerful demeanor of the Shenxing Division he usually possessed.

When everyone stared at him like that, Yang Qinghuan's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and an extremely embarrassed smile appeared on his face. He subconsciously lowered his head, his eyes darting away, secretly relieved.

Thankfully, the giant hand that was supposed to fall from the sky didn't actually land; it simply vanished into thin air.

If that giant hand were to really come down, he would have no power to resist at all. Let alone just be a little disheveled, he would probably have been annihilated and turned into a pile of minced meat, leaving not even a skeleton behind!

"Cough...cough cough..." Yang Qinghuan coughed a few times, barely managing to steady himself, and said awkwardly, "N-nothing, I just accidentally bumped into a few scoundrels, and in the fight, I accidentally got some dust on my hands."

He deliberately avoided mentioning the giant hand, after all, the power of that giant hand was too terrifying, and if he talked about it, it would only make him look more incompetent and more pathetic.

Li Sinan glanced at Yang Qinghuan indifferently, not exposing his lie, but instead turned his gaze to Chen Su, a cold glint in his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of accusation: "Chen Su, since when have you started to care about the people of my Shenxing Division?"

You should know that Chen Su is a rogue cultivator who has always been carefree and unrestrained. He even occasionally has some minor conflicts with Shenxing Division. How could he suddenly care about Yang Qinghuan's safety?

Faced with Li Sinan's questioning, Chen Su's smile remained unchanged. He waved his hand and said casually, "Why is the director so serious? I was just asking casually. There's no need to get so angry."

As he spoke, his gaze returned to the azure giant sword in the center of the battlefield, his tone laced with provocation: "However, Director, I am rather curious. Jiang Wuchen transformed himself into a sword, stirring up the battlefield of myriad realms and disrupting the order of myriad realms. Isn't this a blatant violation of the rules you set back then?"

"Are you really going to just stand by and do nothing to stop this?"

Li Sinan's gaze darkened slightly, and his aura instantly turned colder. He stared at Chen Su, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable authority: "I said back then that the Shenxing Division is in charge of the rules of all realms, and will not favor anyone or bend the law for personal gain."

"As long as these Earth transmigrators don't go crazy and do things like slaughtering all worlds and killing all living beings, I, Shenxingsi, will not easily intervene."

He paused, his gaze falling on Chen Su again, a sharp glint in his eyes, his tone laced with sarcasm: "As for you, Chen Su, I remember, you violated the rules of the myriad realms back then, and should have been imprisoned in my Shenxing Division's jail, never to be released again."

"What? Now, you actually dare to appear before me openly, and even dare to interfere in the affairs of my Shenxing Division?"

Hearing Li Sinan's words, Chen Su's smile remained unchanged; in fact, it grew even more carefree. He scratched his head, chuckled, and said dismissively, "Oh, Director, that's all old news. Why bring it up again?"

"Don't worry about the details, don't worry about the details, hahaha..."

As he spoke, he subconsciously took half a step back, his eyes flickering slightly, clearly not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer.

Seeing his expression, Li Sinan's eyes grew even colder, but she didn't press him any further.

He knew that Chen Su's strength was not to be underestimated. After all, every Shattered Realm expert was extraordinary. If they were to fight here, it would inevitably cause even greater chaos, which would be a loss.

Moreover, his attention was currently focused more on Jiang Wuchen in the center of the battlefield and on the escalating war between the myriad worlds.

In another part of the secret realm, two figures stood silently in mid-air. Unlike the indifference of Li Sinan and the others, they exuded a violent and scorching aura, like a burning flame that could erupt at any moment.

The figure on the left is clad in red armor, with a resolute face and a fierce aura between his brows. His eyes are bloodshot, and he stares intently at the blue giant sword in the center of the battlefield. His gaze is filled with disgust and anger, and the flames around him are constantly surging, almost scorching the surrounding air.

This person is none other than Fen Lie, one of the top powerhouses in the myriad realms!

Looking at the horrific battlefield before him, at the frenzied battle between the Earth transmigrators, and at the massive azure sword whose aura was constantly surging, Fen Lie couldn't help but slowly shake his head. His tone was filled with resentment and dissatisfaction, his voice hoarse and deep: "Can't these Earth transmigrators just behave themselves?"

"They're all prone to madness and reckless actions, stirring up chaos and causing widespread suffering. They truly have no manners or rules!"

He has always despised these Earth transmigrators, their obsession, and how they seize the resources and fortune of the myriad worlds after arriving, yet refuse to give back or do anything for them, just like a group of greedy robbers.

Back then, his sect was innocently implicated because of the arrival of transmigrators from Earth, resulting in the tragic deaths of countless fellow disciples and the destruction of the sect. He has always kept this deep-seated hatred in his heart and has never forgotten it.

Even now, as a top powerhouse in all realms, wielding immense power and possessing world-destroying strength, his hatred for Earth transmigrators has not diminished in the slightest; on the contrary, it has grown stronger.

Standing beside Fen Lie was a figure dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a gentle face and a free and easy temperament, exuding a faint air of carefree ease, which contrasted sharply with Fen Lie's violent and ferocious aura.

He is none other than Fenlie's junior brother, Xiaoyaozi!

Looking at the furious Fenlie before him, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help but shake his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and persuasion: "Senior brother, why hold such a grudge?"

"So many years have passed, those grudges and grievances should have been let go long ago."

"Now you have become one of the most powerful beings in all realms, wielding immense strength and overlooking all the heavens and worlds. What kind of wealth and glory, what kind of power and status, cannot you obtain?"

"Why cling to the cause and effect of the past, and to the hatred for these Earth time travelers, making your life so tiring?"

He had known Fen Lie for many years and knew the obsession and hatred in Fen Lie's heart. He had always tried to persuade Fen Lie to let go of the past, but Fen Lie was stubborn and would not listen to any advice. He was still obsessed with the grudges of the past and hated the transmigrators from Earth to the bone.

Upon hearing Xiaoyaozi's persuasion, Fenlie's fiery aura instantly intensified. He abruptly turned his head, glaring fiercely at Xiaoyaozi, his tone filled with intense anger and impatience: "Let go? You can let go, but I can't! How can you expect me to let go?!"

"Back then, our sect was innocently implicated, countless fellow disciples perished, and the sect was destroyed. This blood feud is irreconcilable!"

"These Earth transmigrators are the culprits! If it weren't for them, our sect wouldn't have ended up like this, and my fellow disciples wouldn't have died so tragically!"

"I, Fen Lie, hereby swear that in this lifetime, I will exterminate all transmigrators from Earth, avenging my fellow disciples and my sect!"

His voice, filled with hatred and determination, resounded throughout the sky. The fiery aura around him surged even more fiercely, even forming a massive firestorm that seemed poised to devour the heavens and earth.

Looking at Fen Lie's appearance, Xiaoyaozi sighed helplessly and stopped trying to persuade him.

He knew that once Fen Lie made up his mind about something, he would never change it easily. Moreover, this was a deep-seated blood feud that ran deep in his bones. Asking him to let go of it would be harder than climbing to heaven.

Left with no other choice, Xiaoyaozi could only shake his head slightly, turn his gaze to the center of the battlefield, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Unlike Fen Lie, who hated all Earth transmigrators to the bone, he didn't see all Earth transmigrators as greedy robbers. In his view, some transmigrators were kind-hearted, stayed true to themselves, and were simply trying to survive and return to their homeland.

Just like now, Jiang Wuchen, who transformed himself into a sword, his resoluteness and courage, his all-out effort for all the transmigrators and for his obsession with returning home, even moved Xiaoyaozi slightly.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, the azure giant sword formed by Jiang Wuchen transforming himself into a sword was still surging and rising in power!

The originally dim cyan light became increasingly dazzling and brilliant, like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire battlefield of myriad realms and dispelling the miasma and gloom within the secret realm.

The giant sword was surrounded by sharp sword energy that surged and spread continuously. Wherever it passed, the void was cracked. On the ground, countless stones were swept up by the sword energy and turned into flying stones that splashed in all directions.

Jiang Wuchen's aura grew stronger and more terrifying, even showing a faint tendency to break through to the peak of the Breaking Realm!

Although his consciousness had become blurred and had been swallowed up by the power of the sword, his obsession and hope never died out.

Homecoming!

He wants to go home!

He wants to lead all the Earth transmigrators to break the suppression of the rules of all worlds, break the shackles of the Shenxing Division, open up the road home, and return to the home they miss day and night, to the Earth where they have parents, relatives, and attachments!

This obsession, this hope, transformed into boundless power, supporting him, nourishing him, causing his aura to surge continuously, and his strength to rise steadily.

Seeing Jiang Wuchen's ever-increasing aura and the increasingly dazzling and terrifying cyan giant sword, the geniuses from all realms standing on the outskirts of the battlefield turned pale instantly, their eyes filled with fear and unease.