All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

His pure black eyes slowly opened, without any pupils, only endless coldness and madness, mixed with a trace of deep-seated grief and resentment.

Shen Jianxin stood in the center of the ruins of the Blazing Sun Realm, his body surrounded by surging demonic energy, flowing wildly like a tidal wave. Each wisp of demonic energy carried a dense killing intent and destructive power, causing the entire ruins to tremble slightly. His gaze slowly swept over Jiang Wuchen and the other six. When he saw the aura on Li Sinan, Xiaoyaozi, and Chen Su that did not belong to transmigrators, his brows furrowed sharply, and the coldness and killing intent in his eyes instantly intensified.

"Why would a transmigrator like myself get entangled with people from all these worlds?"

Shen Jianxin's voice was hoarse and cold, carrying an indescribable mockery and indignation. Each word was like a sharp blade, piercing the crowd present: "Do you know that these people from all the heavens and myriad realms are all cold-blooded bystanders! They are all heartless accomplices! They watched as our fellow human beings on Earth were brutally murdered and wantonly bullied, yet they never extended a helping hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jianxin's body trembled slightly. The madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by intense grief and indignation, and the demonic energy around him became increasingly violent, as if he wanted to vent all the pain and resentment in his heart.

yes……

When Lin Nannan died, Hongjun of the primordial projection world stood quietly to the side, watching indifferently as if he were watching an insignificant farce, as the little girl, only a teenager, was wantonly tortured and cruelly murdered by Lieyangzi.

He clearly had the ability to stop it; he could have saved that poor child with a mere wave of his hand, but he didn't! He just watched indifferently as Lin Nannan's life slowly slipped away, as the hope in her eyes gradually turned into despair, as her tender body was tortured beyond recognition.

Even if he wasn't the direct perpetrator, even if he didn't personally carry out the act, he was still an accomplice! A cold-blooded, ruthless, and accomplice who aided and abetted evil!

Lin Nannan... she's just a teenager.

She should have been on Earth, enjoying happiness, the love of her parents, and living a carefree life. But because of these people who had lost their homeland, because she wanted to help those wandering on Earth in all the worlds, and because she wanted to find the way home with everyone, she resolutely stepped into these perilous and dog-eat-dog worlds.

She possessed neither powerful cultivation nor extraordinary opportunities; she had only a pure and unwavering heart, and a deep-seated desire to help her compatriots and return home. Yet, this innocent and kind child was used as a target for Lieyangzi's venting, subjected to wanton torture, and cruelly murdered, dying a tragically gruesome death.

That memory, like a nightmare, haunted Shen Jianxin day and night. Every time he recalled it, it tore at his heart, intensified his hatred, and strengthened his resolve—only by becoming strong enough, only by using extreme methods, could he avenge Nannan, avenge his fallen compatriots, break the shackles of the myriad realms, and bring all the wanderers of Earth home!

Shen Jianxin's eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, only to be instantly evaporated by the demonic energy around him. He clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood dripped from his fingertips onto the blood-stained ruins, blooming into eerie and tragic blood flowers.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept over the divine spear in Yue Gui's hand—the divine spear possessed by the spirit of Sentinel Wei Yu.

Almost the instant Shen Jianxin's gaze fell upon the divine spear, the previously dormant spear suddenly erupted with a dazzling golden light. The golden spiritual energy fluctuations on the spear instantly intensified, as if it had been awakened from its slumber.

"Buzz—!!!"

The divine spear emitted a crisp hum, breaking free from Yue Gui's grasp. It transformed into a golden streak of light, carrying immense spiritual power and an indescribable sense of closeness, as it swiftly flew towards Shen Jianxin. Its speed was extreme, and it arrived in front of Shen Jianxin in an instant, hovering quietly before him. The golden light gently enveloped him, as if soothing the grief and pain in his heart.

Yue Gui instinctively reached out to grab it, but only grasped air. A look of astonishment crossed his face, his eyes filled with disbelief: "This...this divine spear, how could it fly towards him on its own?"

Ye Fan, Xiaoyaozi, and Chen Su were all astonished, their eyes filled with doubt and confusion. They all knew that the spirit possessing the Divine Spear was that of Sentinel Wei Yu. Sentinel had dedicated his life to protecting his fellow transmigrators, was upright, and hated evil. How could he show such obvious affection for a "scoundrel" who sacrificed the world and slaughtered living beings?

Only Jiang Wuchen's body stiffened abruptly, the coldness and killing intent on his face vanished instantly, replaced by disbelief, astonishment, and confusion. His heart skipped a beat, and a thought surged wildly in his mind—something's not right, this is definitely not right!

Sentinel Wei Yu was willing to sacrifice himself for the wanderers of the myriad realms. How could such a person show such a close attitude towards a bloodthirsty person?

Moreover, although Wei Yu in the Divine Spear has fallen into a deep sleep, his soul still retains the consciousness he had in life and still has his own judgment. He would never easily get close to a ruthless demon with blood on his hands.

There must be some hidden story here! There must be something they don't know!

Shen Jianxin is definitely not the ruthless transmigrator they imagined, who is purely arson, murder, and looting!

Jiang Wuchen's brows furrowed tightly, the killing intent in his eyes gradually replaced by solemnity and doubt. He stared intently at Shen Jianxin, then at the divine spear floating in front of Shen Jianxin, his doubts growing stronger. He began to doubt whether his previous judgment was wrong; he began to doubt whether Shen Jianxin had some unavoidable reason for sacrificing himself to the Blazing Sun Realm.

Li Sinan noticed Jiang Wuchen's unusual behavior and witnessed the divine spear flying towards Shen Jianxin. His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, before he regained his usual cold composure. He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Jiang Wuchen, his tone icy and calm, carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Jiang Wuchen, if you can't bring yourself to punish your own compatriots, then leave this matter to my Shenxing Division."

"Sacrificing the world, absorbing its will, and slaughtering countless lives and prodigies—this is a grave crime in all the realms, deserving of death and unforgivable! No matter who he is, no matter what secrets he may have, nothing can atone for the sins he has committed!"

Jiang Wuchen slowly shook his head, took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts and turmoil in his heart, and a firm determination flashed in his eyes. His gaze fell on Shen Jianxin again, and his tone was solemn and sincere, without the slightest coldness or killing intent, only a trace of inquiry and empathy: "No, it's not necessary."

"I want to find out the truth."

"I don't know why you sacrificed this world, I don't know why you absorbed the world's will, I don't know why you became so extreme, so crazy." Jiang Wuchen's voice softened considerably, carrying a hint of empathy. "But as a fellow transmigrator, as a fellow wanderer of Earth in the myriad worlds, longing to return home, I want to understand all of this. I want to know where the grief and resentment in your heart come from."

"I don't want us transmigrators to kill each other because of a misunderstanding, because of a misinterpretation, so that people from all worlds can laugh at us, and so that our dead compatriots can't rest in peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wuchen no longer hesitated. He slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of shimmering white divine thought condensed at his fingertips. Within this divine thought, everything that had happened in the Myriad Realms Secret Realm was contained—from the countless compatriots who bravely died to help him break through, to Li Sinan's glimpse of the possibility of the Sentinels' resurrection, to their entire process of searching for Ye Fan and finding a way to awaken the Sentinels. Every detail and every past event was clearly contained within this wisp of divine thought.

"Buzz—"

With a gentle thought, it transformed into a tiny stream of light, precisely flowing into Shen Jianxin's sea of ​​consciousness. There was no coercion, no harm, only endless sincerity and exploration.

Shen Jianxin stiffened, instinctively wanting to resist, but when he sensed the familiar aura of his compatriots within that wisp of divine thought, and felt the grief and anticipation within it, his resistance vanished instantly. He allowed that wisp of divine thought to flow into his sea of ​​consciousness, receiving the information transmitted by Jiang Wuchen.

Within the Myriad Realms Secret Realm, the brutal battlefield unfolds, with countless compatriots fighting to the death and sacrificing their lives; Jiang Wuchen's arduous journey to break through to the Shattered Realm carries the hopes and sacrifices of countless comrades; and Li Sinan glimpses the possibility of the Sentinels' resurrection…

As information began to unfold in Shen Jianxin's mind, his expression underwent a dramatic change.

There was astonishment, disbelief, relief, and a complex mix of emotions. He never imagined that, in places he couldn't see, so many compatriots were fighting with all their might, even sacrificing their lives, for the road home; he never imagined that Jiang Wuchen had broken through to the Shattered Realm and become a transmigrator; and he never imagined that the Sentinel might have the possibility of resurrection.

But when he saw that after Jiang Wuchen broke through, he actually let go of those geniuses from all realms who had tried to stop and kill a large number of his compatriots when he broke through, just because of a single sentence from Li Sinan, his face instantly turned cold, and the satisfaction in his eyes was instantly replaced by intense mockery and anger.

Shen Jianxin slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Jiang Wuchen, his eyes filled with mockery and accusation, his tone cold and hoarse: "Then, why didn't you take action?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Just because the Sentinels might be resurrected? Just because Li Sinan said he would provide a perfect solution for everyone, you softened your heart? You let those murderers with our blood on their hands go?"

Shen Jianxin's voice grew increasingly agitated and icy, his eyes filled with growing mockery: "And the result? He knows nothing! He has no idea how much suffering we transmigrators have endured, how cruelly our compatriots have been slaughtered by those from countless worlds! In the end, we transmigrators still have to solve everything ourselves!"

"And you, because of his empty words, let those murderers go free, let those who killed so many of our compatriots go free!"

"Jiang Wuchen, you are utterly ridiculous!"

Shen Jianxin's roar, filled with endless grief and mockery, resounded throughout the ruins of the Blazing Sun Realm, drowning out the sound of the surging demonic energy around him.

Jiang Wuchen's face paled slightly, a hint of guilt and struggle flashing in his eyes. He knew that Shen Jianxin was right; he had indeed spared those geniuses from all realms and hadn't immediately avenged his fallen comrades because of Li Sinan's words, because he wanted to find a way to awaken the Sentinels, and because he wanted to avoid greater casualties.

But he had no choice. He was the hope of the time travelers. He could not act impulsively, nor could he destroy all hope and let more compatriots sacrifice themselves in vain because of a moment of anger.

"You don't understand..." Jiang Wuchen's lips trembled as he tried to explain, to tell Shen Jianxin his predicament and his helplessness.

But Shen Jianxin didn't give her a chance to explain. He suddenly raised his hand, pointing at Li Sinan beside him, his eyes filled with coldness and mockery: "I don't understand? What don't I understand? I only know that our compatriots are being wantonly slaughtered, and these people from all realms either stand by and watch coldly or aid and abet the evildoers. They all deserve to die!"

"Since you refuse to act, since you're soft-hearted, since you can't see the suffering of your compatriots, then I'll show you! I'll show you how these people from all realms treat a little girl who traveled alone to all the heavens and worlds to save the wanderers of all realms!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jianxin no longer hesitated. He slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of black divine thought condensed at his fingertips. Within the divine thought was a long-sealed memory, a scene that caused him unbearable pain and was unforgettable for the rest of his life—the image of Lin Nannan at the moment of her death.