All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

"roar--!"

A deafening dragon roar resounded throughout the Myriad Realms Secret Realm. Wu Xusong's wind and thunder power surged wildly, his dark robes fluttering wildly under the force of the energy. His figure suddenly swelled up, transforming into a purple thunder dragon tens of feet long!

The Purple Thunder Dragon was covered in purple-gold thunder scales, its horns were as sharp as blades, its eyes were as red as blood, and the void trembled when its tail swung. It carried the power of wind and thunder that could destroy the world, and with its blood-red maw wide open, it charged toward Su Qingyuan with purple lightning and raging fire all around!

Along the way, the invisible sonic blades that Su Qingyuan had released earlier were instantly torn apart by the dragon's might, turning into countless tiny fragments of energy that dissipated into the air. Even the piercing flute music was disrupted by the violent dragon's roar.

Su Qingyuan's expression changed drastically, but the rhythm of her jade flute playing didn't falter at all; instead, it became even more rapid and sharp. A ruthless and resolute glint flashed in her eyes: "Want to kill me? Not so easy!"

As a top-tier music cultivator in all realms, specializing in the Way of Music, how could she sit idly by and wait for death? With her fingers flying across the keys, the flute music suddenly became high-pitched and passionate, and invisible musical power gathered and twisted wildly in front of her.

"Sonic Dragon Roar! Freeze!"

Su Qingyuan gritted her teeth and roared, her flute music suddenly rising eight octaves. A white sound dragon, formed from pure sonic power, appeared out of thin air in front of her. Its size was comparable to the Purple Thunder Dragon that Wu Xusong had transformed into. Its roar also shook the heavens and the earth, carrying sharp sonic power as it charged towards the Purple Thunder Dragon!

Two giant dragons, one white and one purple, met in mid-air with a thunderous roar, their violent wind and thunder power colliding with their sharp sonic power in an instant!

On one side is the Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon, formed from the ultimate physical cultivation, with a powerful physique and ferocious strength; on the other side is the White Sound Dragon, condensed from the peak of sound cultivation, formless and intangible, yet unstoppable.

The next second!

Suddenly, the Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon swung its tail with tremendous force, lashing the White Sound Dragon hard. Then, its massive body crashed straight into the dragon, displaying nothing but the purest and most domineering physical power!

"Snap—!"

With a crisp sound, like glass shattering, the white sound dragon that Su Qingyuan had condensed by exhausting all her cultivation was crushed into countless tiny sound waves by the violent wind and thunder power and the body cultivation strength after only a moment of contact with the Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon. The sound waves dissipated into the air without leaving even a ripple!

"impossible!"

Su Qingyuan's pupils shrank sharply, her face turned ashen, and a look of disbelief and shock flashed in her eyes. She never expected that the sound dragon she had poured her heart and soul into would be so easily defeated!

Before she could think, she instinctively retreated with lightning speed, as if she were a ghost, fearing that she would be caught in the aftershocks of the Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon. At the same time, the jade flute in her hand continued to play, the sound becoming more urgent and sharp, carrying a deadly killing intent.

"Sound Blade Thousand Strikes! Explode!"

As Su Qingyuan retreated, she roared loudly. The countless fragments of sound waves instantly condensed into countless crystal-clear white sound blades, densely packed like a rain of snow, and shot wildly towards the Purple Thunder Dragon!

Moreover, her flute music contained a rich and strange spiritual power, formless and intangible, which swept towards the Purple Thunder Dragon like a tide, trying to interfere with Wu Xusong's mind and restrict his speed and power!

"Buzz—!"

The Purple Thunder Dragon's movements indeed paused slightly, a hint of confusion flashed in its eyes, and its speed noticeably slowed down. Clearly, Su Qingyuan's mental attack had taken effect!

But in just a moment, the Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon regained its clarity. With a roar, the wind and thunder power around it surged again. Its massive body twisted violently, and with each swing of its claws, it continuously smashed the white sonic blades that were being shot at it.

"Clang clang clang—!"

A series of crisp collision sounds rang out as the white sonic blades struck the Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon's scales, leaving only shallow white marks. They were unable to penetrate the indestructible dragon's body and were instantly shattered by the purple lightning on the scales.

Immediately afterwards, the Purple Thunder Dragon flashed and charged towards Su Qingyuan again. Although its speed was somewhat restricted, it was still unstoppable. Its dragon claws swung, and wind and thunder roared. Every attack carried a world-destroying momentum.

Su Qingyuan continued to retreat, her jade flute never stopping, her sonic blades shooting out incessantly, and her mental attacks never ceasing. The two chased and retreated, instantly entangled in battle. On the battlefield, energy fluctuations raged, rubble flew, and dust filled the air.

The Purple Thunder Dragon relentlessly attacked and bit, while Su Qingyuan used her agile movements to dodge and counterattack with sonic blades and mental attacks. For a time, they were locked in a stalemate.

"Su Qingyuan, you're still as annoying as ever!"

From mid-air, Wu Xusong's cold, slightly impatient voice rang out, clearly reaching Su Qingyuan's ears through the roar of the Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon: "Just like when you were a child, all you do is hide and play petty tricks!"

When I was a child?

Upon hearing these three words, Su Qingyuan's body stiffened abruptly, and the rhythm of her jade flute playing went awry for a moment. Then, a raging fire instantly ignited in her eyes, and the flute music became increasingly violent and shrill, filled with endless resentment and hatred!

"Wu Xusong!!!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice shaking the heavens and almost tearing her throat apart, "You damned Earth transmigrators, you all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

"If it weren't for you! If it weren't for you outsiders trespassing into the myriad realms, Nanyin City wouldn't have been destroyed! It wouldn't have been littered with corpses, leaving not a single person alive!"

Her voice was thick with sobs, yet filled with piercing hatred. Her gaze was fixed on the Purple Thunder Dragon, as if she wanted to devour Wu Xusong alive: "How can you face Grandma Wang who raised you? How can you face Uncle Zhang who fed you every day and took such good care of you?"

Grandma Wang? Uncle Zhang?

Upon hearing these two familiar yet unfamiliar names, the Purple Thunder Dragon that Wu Xusong had transformed into suddenly froze. The violent wind and thunder power around him instantly weakened, and the scarlet and angry look in his dragon eyes was replaced by deep pain and confusion.

He was silent.

Complete silence.

These two names were like two sharp knives, piercing his heart. They were a pain he didn't want to mention or dare to touch, the deepest obsession and regret he had felt since his transmigration.

Su Qingyuan's words were like a key, unlocking the long-sealed gates of his memories. Countless fragments of memories, like a torrential downpour, rushed into his mind, so dense that he could hardly breathe.

That was when he had just transmigrated to the myriad worlds. He was ignorant, ragged, and covered in wounds. It was Grandma Wang from Nanyin City who kindly took him home, gave him food, and provided him with shelter from the wind and rain. She took care of him like a grandson.

That was the street of Nanyin City, bustling and lively, with a cacophony of voices. Uncle Zhang's snack stall always wafted an enticing aroma. Every day, he would secretly slip her a steaming hot meat bun, pat her head with a smile, and call her "Xiao Xu".

And then there's that little girl who's always clinging to him—the eldest daughter of the City Lord's Mansion, Su Qingyuan.

Back then, Su Qingyuan wasn't as proud and ruthless as she is now. Her eyes were full of charm, and she always wore beautiful dresses, following behind him, calling him "Brother Wu Xusong" repeatedly, pestering him to play with her and tell her stories.

Those days were simple and warm; they were the happiest time of his life since he transmigrated. He thought he had finally found his own home and someone worth cherishing in this strange world.

But in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

A raging fire engulfed the entire city of Nanyin, plunging it into a sea of ​​flames. Heart-wrenching screams, desperate cries, and the deafening roar of collapsing buildings mingled together, creating a tragic and heart-wrenching dirge.

The once bustling and prosperous streets have become dilapidated, with broken walls, corpses strewn everywhere, blood staining the ground, and a strong smell of blood and burning filling the air—a truly horrifying sight.

He remembered that Grandma Wang was killed in front of him by the soldiers in order to protect him. Before she died, she held his hand tightly and told him to live on.

He remembered that Uncle Zhang had detonated his own cultivation to cover his escape, sacrificing himself to take the enemy with him. The loud bang still echoed in his mind.

He remembered that he tried his best to find Su Qingyuan and escape with her, but in the end, all he saw was a sea of ​​fire and the ruins of the city lord's mansion. The little girl who used to call him "brother" was no longer there.

At that time, he thought that Su Qingyuan had also died in that fire.

As time passed, he became a transmigrator from Earth, and she became a prodigy from all realms; he sought revenge for his companions, and she sought to slaughter all transmigrators; they became irreconcilable enemies.

The body of the Purple Thunder Dragon began to tremble slightly, and the wind and thunder power around it weakened more and more. Its eyes were filled with pain and regret, and tears slowly slid down its scales, dripping onto the ground and creating small craters.

Watching this scene, Su Qingyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of pleasure and resentment. The flute music did not stop at all, but instead became more and more fierce. The sound blades continued to burst out, and the mental attacks became more and more intense. She wanted to take this opportunity to kill Wu Xusong completely!

"Wu Xusong, what's wrong? Are you afraid to face me?"

As Su Qingyuan played her jade flute, she sneered loudly, her voice filled with deep hatred and disdain, "You know pain? You know regret? But all of this was caused by you transmigrators! It was you who destroyed Nanyin City, it was you who killed Grandma Wang, killed Uncle Zhang, killed everyone in Nanyin City!"

"You don't deserve pain! You don't deserve regret! You deserve to die! You should pay for their lives!"

Her words were like the sharpest daggers, piercing Wu Xusong's heart again and again, tearing open his long-sealed wounds and causing him unbearable pain.

The form of the Purple Thunder Dragon also began to become unstable, showing signs of dissipating, and the purple lightning and flames around its body also dimmed.

"Grandma Wang... Uncle Zhang..."

Wu Xusong's voice, weak and hoarse, filled with endless pain and regret, slowly drifted out through the dragon's roar, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's my fault... I failed to protect you all... I failed to protect Nanyin City..."

His heart was filled with self-blame and regret. If it weren't for him, if he hadn't traveled to the myriad worlds, if he hadn't appeared in Nanyin City, perhaps Grandma Wang, Uncle Zhang, and everyone in Nanyin City wouldn't have died so tragically, and wouldn't have ended up like this.

But in this world, there are no "what ifs".

Those who have passed away can never return, the destroyed Nanyin City can never be restored, and those warm times can never be relived.

The countless sonic blades continued to shoot forth, relentlessly striking the Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon and leaving deep wounds. Blood dripped from the dragon's scales, staining the ground and Wu Xusong's eyes red.

His gaze gradually shifted from pain and regret to coldness, sharpness, and resolve.

Yes, he was in pain, he was filled with regret, but none of that could change anything.

Grandma Wang and Uncle Zhang are dead, and Nanyin City is destroyed. What he can do is not to wallow in pain and regret, but to avenge them, to protect his companions, to clear the way home, and to prevent more people from repeating the mistakes of Nanyin City!

"Su Qingyuan..."

Wu Xusong's voice rang out again. This time, there was no pain or regret, only a chilling coldness, only endless determination and killing intent. "You're right. I'm sorry to Grandma Wang, I'm sorry to Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry to everyone in Nanyin City."

"But I know even more that what killed them wasn't all the Earth transmigrators, but those arrogant transmigrators who wanted to control all worlds, those executioners who treated life like dirt!"

"Today, without distinguishing right from wrong, you slaughtered my fellow transmigrators from Earth. I will settle this score with you!"

Su Qingyuan coldly retorted after hearing this.

"I'll settle the score with you for the grudge between Grandma Wang and Uncle Zhang, and for the grudge in Nanyin City!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind and thunder power around Wu Xusong surged again, becoming even more violent and terrifying than before. The form of the Purple Thunder Dragon stabilized once more, its eyes blood-red and filled with deadly killing intent as it charged towards Su Qingyuan once more!

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyuan coldly shouted, her eyes filled with resentment and killing intent, and her aura of sonic cultivation was no longer suppressed, bursting forth with a roar!

"Arrogant! Wu Xusong, you dare to talk to me about revenge?"

With her roar, a vast and terrifying sonic power surged out from her body, causing the surrounding air to tremble violently. A jade flute phantom, tens of feet tall, slowly appeared behind her!

The jade flute phantom was ancient and heavy, with dense patterns engraved on it. Faint, melodious yet deadly flute music emanated from the phantom, echoing the jade flute in Su Qingyuan's hand. A pressure far exceeding that before instantly enveloped the entire battlefield!

"Today is your death day!"

Su Qingyuan gritted her teeth, gripped the jade flute tightly with both hands, and poured all her cultivation into it. The jade flute phantom behind her lit up with a dazzling white light, and countless sharp sound waves gathered and surged around the jade flute phantom.

"Sonic Devouring Sky! Explode!"

With a furious roar, the massive sound wave that had gathered suddenly erupted, like a tsunami, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and fiercely attacked the charging Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon!

Wherever the sound waves passed, ripples spread through the void, the rubble on the ground was instantly shattered into dust, and even the wind and thunder in the air were slightly suppressed by the sound waves, their power was terrifying to the extreme!

At the same time, a deafening dragon roar resounded throughout the Myriad Realms Secret Realm. The Purple Heaven Thunder Dragon, carrying the earth-shattering power of wind and thunder, opened its blood-red maw and charged towards Su Qingyuan with purple lightning and raging fire all around!