All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

"Gentlemen! Help us get home!"

A tragic cry echoed across the battlefield. A transmigrator dressed in blue robes, with tears in his eyes, suddenly felt his aura surge. His cultivation was only at the second level of the Realm Breakthrough, and he had no power to resist a seventh-level Realm Breakthrough prodigy from all realms.

But he accelerated without hesitation, unleashing all his life force, transforming into a streak of light, and madly shot towards the powerful transmigrators who were helping Jiang Wuchen break through and bombard the magic array. He set up his defenses and firmly blocked the attack of that genius from all realms.

puff--!!!

With a muffled thud, the attack from that peerless genius slammed into him, instantly denting his body and spurting out blood. The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

His gaze gradually became unfocused, but a faint smile of relief remained on his lips. With his last ounce of strength, he murmured, "Take...take us home..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body completely lost its strength and slowly collapsed, turning into a cold corpse. But his hands remained outstretched, as if he wanted to continue protecting his compatriots and the hope of returning home.

Such scenes were constantly playing out on the battlefield.

Countless transmigrators, despite their low cultivation levels and knowing they were doomed, still rushed headlong into the myriad realms of geniuses, using their own bodies and lives to shield those powerful beings who could bombard the magic array and help Jiang Wuchen break through, buying them time.

Among them were elderly people with white hair, young people in their prime, teenagers with childlike innocence, and women of stunning beauty. They all had their own concerns and expectations, but faced with the obsession of returning home, they all chose to sacrifice themselves for the sake of others.

"puff--!"

A transmigrator at the third level of the Breakthrough Realm blocked an attack from a genius at the sixth level of the Breakthrough Realm. His body exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind.

"ah--!"

A female transmigrator was besieged by two geniuses from all realms. She was covered in wounds and her bones were broken, but she still did not back down. With her last bit of strength, she activated her ultimate technique and perished together with one of the geniuses from all realms.

"Kill! For our compatriots! For our homeland!"

A young transmigrator, witnessing his fellow countrymen fall one by one, felt his killing intent surge. He frantically circulated his cultivation, overdrawing his life force, and his aura instantly increased several times over as he charged towards the prodigies of the myriad realms. Even after being hacked to death by a hail of blades, he still clung tightly to the leg of one of the prodigies, preventing him from taking another step forward.

Those geniuses from all realms also paid a heavy price.

Although the transmigrators' cultivation levels varied greatly, and many had only just broken through to the next realm, their determination, courage, and unity allowed them to unleash power far exceeding their own limits. Even if it meant mutual destruction, they would drag a prodigy from all realms down with them.

A peerless genius at the seventh level of the Transcendent Realm was besieged by three transmigrators. Although he eventually killed two of them, the third transmigrator detonated his dantian, causing his body to explode and his soul to scatter.

A top genius at the eighth level of the Transcendent Realm was surrounded by countless transmigrators. Even though he was incredibly strong and killed countless transmigrators, he was eventually exhausted by them and had his head severed by a sharp sword light.

The entire battlefield resembled a giant meat grinder. Whether they were geniuses from all realms or transmigrators, their numbers were rapidly decreasing. Blood stained the earth, and corpses littered the battlefield. The air was thick with the stench of blood, a scene of extreme carnage.

Broken weapons, tattered clothes, splattered blood, desperate roars, and resolute shouts intertwined to form a tragic war song that echoed for a long time in the sky of the Myriad Realms Secret Realm.

But no one backed down!

Even when they were on their last breath, even when they were the last person left, the transmigrators persisted, continued to bombard the magic array, and continued to protect their comrades, because in their hearts they had a firm obsession with returning home, a determination to take revenge, and a bond between their comrades.

Every attack they launched was imbued with their hope; every sacrifice they made paved the way home with blood and sweat; every shout they uttered demonstrated the indomitable spirit and tenacity of the time travelers.

Despite suffering heavy losses and filled with fear, the geniuses of all realms persisted and continued their interception. They were driven by a deep attachment to their own world, hatred for the transmigrators, and anxieties about their own safety. They could not allow the transmigrators to succeed, nor could they allow themselves to lose everything they had.

On one side is the obsession with returning home, the bond with compatriots, and the expectations of generations; on the other side is the hatred of having their own world plundered, and the hatred of those transmigrators who were unwilling to hand over the fortune of all worlds to help them when their world was in danger.

Two beliefs, two forces, clashed fiercely in this mysterious realm of myriad worlds, fighting to the death. Every clash was accompanied by bloodshed and sacrifice, and every clash made the battlefield even more brutal.

Outside this brutal battlefield, in a hidden void rift, two figures stood quietly, their gazes calmly fixed on the battlefield below, as if all the carnage was none of their concern.

One of them, dressed in a black official robe, had a stern face and deep eyes, exuding an aura of majesty and mystery. He was none other than Li Sinan, the Director of the Cautious Conduct Division.

Standing beside him was Chen Su.

Chen Su stared intently at the battlefield below, watching the transmigrators and geniuses from all realms fall one after another, watching Jiang Wuchen's increasingly powerful aura, and watching the rule-based restrictive formation on the verge of shattering. He slowly spoke, "The situation is getting out of control, Li Sinan."

"Jiang Wuchen's aura is already infinitely close to the Shattering Realm. Once he breaks through, once the formation shatters, the entire pattern of the myriad worlds will be completely changed, which will probably cause even greater chaos."

"Are you sure you're not going to make a move?"

Li Sinan's gaze remained calmly fixed on the battlefield below, his eyes devoid of any emotion. It was as if the bloodshed and sacrifices below, Jiang Wuchen's breakthrough, and the shattering of the magic array could not stir his heartstrings.

Hearing Chen Su's words, he slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Chen Su. His tone was calm and emotionless as he slowly asked, "Make a move?"

"You want me to deal with Jiang Wuchen? Or with those transmigrators who are fighting tooth and nail just to return home?"

"Or perhaps, let me take action against those prodigies from all realms who are fighting for the survival of their own worlds?"

Li Sinan's words were calm yet carried an undeniable authority; each word struck Chen Su's heart like a heavy hammer.

Upon hearing this, Chen Su's body stiffened slightly, and the urgency and worry on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of silence and helplessness.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

Yes, take action?

Who are we going to deal with?

Jiang Wuchen?

Or should we deal with the transmigrators? They are just a group of pitiful people who want to return home, a group of oppressed and slaughtered aliens. They are fighting with all their might to break free of their shackles and return to their homeland. How can we bear to deal with them?

Dealing with the geniuses of the myriad realms? But they are only fighting for their own worlds, not to mention the native forces of the myriad realms. If we were to take action against them, we would be making enemies of the entire myriad realms.

Caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward.

Chen Su shook his head gently, a helpless expression on his face. He said nothing more, just stood quietly in the void rift, his gaze complex as he watched the battlefield below, seeing the figures falling one after another, his heart filled with a sense of powerlessness.

Li Sinan also turned his head and cast his gaze back to the battlefield below. His eyes remained calm. No one knew what he was thinking, no one knew when he planned to make his move, and no one knew which side he would ultimately choose to stand on.

On the battlefield, the carnage continued, the blood continued to flow, and the lives continued to be lost. But neither the transmigrators nor the geniuses of all realms showed any sign of retreating. They continued to fight with all their might until the very last moment.

In the sky, the giant sword that Jiang Wuchen had transformed into had reached its peak, almost reaching the Shattering Realm. The sword intent around him intertwined with the sword light of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, forming an even larger and more fierce pillar of light. Wherever the pillar of light passed, the void shattered completely, and the heavens and earth trembled completely.

He could clearly feel the sacrifices of his comrades on the battlefield below, he could clearly feel their unwavering resolve, he could clearly feel the resonance of the sentinel fragments within his body, and he could clearly feel that the rule-restricting array was about to shatter completely.

"My fellow countrymen, thank you!"

Jiang Wuchen's voice, exceptionally firm, reached the ears of every transmigrator: "I will not forget your sacrifices; I will fulfill your aspirations; I will pave the way for your return home!"

"Today, I, Jiang Wuchen, will break through these rules and restrictions, transcend the Shattering Realm, and bring you all home!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wuchen no longer hesitated and unleashed his power once again!

His aura surged once more, and a power far exceeding that before erupted from the giant sword. This power was infinitely close to the power of the Shattering Realm, carrying the world-destroying momentum and the hopes and obsessions of generations of transmigrators, sweeping across the entire world.

Sensing this power, the four swords of Zhuxian once again reached their maximum speed. The four-colored sword light surged, and the power of the Zhuxian Formation was pushed to its peak. Countless sharp sword lights burst out from the formation, converging into an even larger and sharper sword light, intertwining with the sword intent of the giant sword.

"cut--!!!"

With a roar that resounded throughout the universe, the giant sword that Jiang Wuchen had transformed into, carrying the power of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, all his own strength, and the hopes and obsessions of all the transmigrators, fiercely slashed towards the cracked and shattered rule-restricting formation!

This strike embodies all of Jiang Wuchen's hard work; this strike embodies the hopes and obsessions of all the transmigrators; this strike breaks through the shackles; this strike paves the way home; this strike ends the countless hardships of the transmigrators!

boom--!!!

A deafening roar that shook the heavens and the myriad realms erupted instantly. This roar was more violent and more shocking than any before, as if the entire world had collapsed completely under this attack.

The combined strike of the giant sword and the four swords of Zhuxian landed heavily in the center of the rule-restricting array. The array, which was already covered in cracks, could no longer withstand the blow.

Snap! Snap!

A crisp yet violent cracking sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. This sound pierced through the noise of the battlefield, penetrated the barriers of the Myriad Realms Secret Realm, and spread to every corner of the myriad realms.

Everyone looked up and saw that the rule-restricting array that had covered the sky and suppressed the transmigrators for countless eons had shattered completely under this attack!

Countless fragments drifted slowly down from the sky, like stars scattered across the earth. Each fragment exuded a faint aura of rules, but as the magic array shattered, these auras of rules also dissipated, gradually merging into the world of the Myriad Realms Secret Realm, never to be reconstituted again.

The rule-restricting magic array that had suppressed countless transmigrators, blocked their path home, and extinguished countless hopes of them, has completely shattered!