All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

In the final instant before the void rift closed, the blue-purple aura carrying the divine spear suddenly dissipated.

The black and red gun body plummeted rapidly in a state of weightlessness, passing through layers of spatial turbulence.

Finally, with a "thud," it crashed heavily onto the damp, cold stone ground.

The gun trembled slightly, and the faint light of the golden law surrounding its surface quickly receded, completely merging into the gun body.

This was Wei Yu's subconscious attempt to conceal himself; in an unknown and unfamiliar environment, hiding his presence was the only way his remaining soul could protect itself.

Wei Yu's remnant soul clung to the core of the divine spear, and his consciousness slowly awoke from the dizziness of the teleportation.

He immediately sensed his surroundings.

This is a dark underground city with an uneven rock dome overhead.

Water droplets seeped from the cracks, dripping and splashing onto the stone ground.

The air was filled with the damp, musty smell, the earthy odor, and a faint, almost imperceptible stench of blood.

The smell was pungent but not overpowering, clearly indicating that this was not a desolate place.

Scattered fluorescent moss grows on both sides of the stone wall, its pale green glow barely illuminating a radius of several feet.

Further away, a thick darkness descended, as if lurking with unknown dangers.

The underground city's passages were narrow and winding, and the walls were covered with claw marks and scratches.

Broken bones and rusted metal fragments were scattered on the ground.

All the signs indicate that a fierce battle once took place here, and that the living environment was extremely harsh.

"Squeak... Chirp..." The faint chirping came from the darkness.

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, several small figures peeked out from the edge of the glowing moss.

Wei Yu's spiritual power quietly spread, enveloping those figures.

Upon seeing his appearance clearly, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

These creatures are small, only about three feet tall, with grayish-green skin covered in wrinkles and bumps.

Its head was large and round, but its ears were as thin as needles, and its black bean-like eyes revealed greed and vigilance.

He has a flat nose, and when he grins, you can see sharp fangs. He holds a rusty dagger and a wooden stick in his hands.

Their limbs were short but agile, and they were circling around the gun, making curious yet wary noises.

Wei Yu had never seen such creatures before; they were strange and ugly in appearance.

He was neither like the spirits of the primordial world nor like the beings from other planes he had traveled to.

He exuded a primitive and savage aura.

He didn't know the habits of these creatures, nor was he sure if they posed a threat.

He could only suppress his divine soul aura and keep the divine spear in the form of an ordinary weapon, waiting to see what would happen.

He later learned that these strange creatures were the most common race in the underground cities of this world—the cave goblins.

The goblins cautiously approached the spear.

The foremost claw stretched out, trying to touch the gun barrel.

Just as the fingertip is about to touch the tip of the gun, it is burned by the faint traces of the metal law remaining on the surface of the gun.

It let out a shrill scream and hastily withdrew its hand.

Upon seeing this, the other goblins all retreated.

The curiosity in his eyes was gradually replaced by fear, but he still lingered around the divine spear and refused to leave.

A low growl escaped its throat, as if it hesitated whether to abandon this exceptionally sharp weapon.

At this moment, Wei Yu had no time to worry about the goblins' covetousness.

The resolute look in Lin Nannan's eyes before the teleportation kept replaying in his mind.

There was also the unfinished rendition of "The Little Insects Fly," which he vaguely heard through fragments of his soul.

The melody, like a dull knife, repeatedly cut into his lingering soul.

He should have realized something was wrong much earlier.

When Lin Nannan locked the divine spear onto the teleportation channel, the resolute intent in her soul was all too clear.

And her final glance toward Earth was nothing more than an instinctive turn of her head.

Because behind every wanderer from all realms, there is always a home they long for.

These details silently tell the story of her choice.

"Why..." Wei Yu's remnant soul trembled within the core of the divine spear.

My heart is filled with indescribable pain and helplessness.

"We just want to go home, we just want to go back to the place that belongs to us."

Why are all the heavens and realms so cruel to us wanderers?

From the turbulent times of the primordial era to being sealed within the divine spear.

Then, I witnessed Lin Nannan's sacrifice to protect the flame of her homeland.

He had witnessed too many struggles and sacrifices of time travelers.

Those who clearly cherish their homeland and never actively provoke conflict are always subjected to endless persecution and persecution.

Just as this grief and resentment were spreading, a divine soul fluctuation that spanned the heavens arrived.

The fluctuation quietly entered Wei Yu's senses.

He instantly recognized it as Shen Jianxin's aura.

His aura was filled with violent rage and resolute fighting spirit, piercing through hundreds of great worlds.

The declaration of war, which resounded throughout the heavens, echoed clearly in Wei Yu's soul.

"I, Shen Jianxin, the Demon Possessed, the Lost Home, the Transmigrator, hereby declare war!"

Wei Yu's remnant soul trembled violently.

All the grief was temporarily suppressed by this resolute fighting spirit at this moment.

He could clearly sense Shen Jianxin's determination.

That meant carrying the hope of survival for all wanderers from all realms with the strength of one person.

He will bring all the petty villains who covet the Earth's anchor point to his own liking.

This buys time for other time travelers to find the Sentinel's soul fragments, clearing obstacles on their journey home.

One person faces all the heavens and myriad worlds, one person provides a place of respite for all those who have lost their homeland.

This courage and sense of responsibility made Wei Yu's lingering soul tremble.

He recalled Lin Nannan's resolute act of protecting the divine gun with her life.

Now, Shen Jianxin has stepped forward again, using the name of war to protect all living beings.

A surge of intense emotion coursed through the remnant soul, dispelling some of the despair.

He became even more determined—he couldn't fall.

The sniper rifle is the key to his return home; he must guard this fragment of the soul and wait for the day it will reunite with the other fragments.

The goblins seemed to sense the overwhelming divine pressure emanating from Shen Jianxin, which spanned the heavens.

They all became restless, squeaking and pacing around in circles.

He no longer coveted the divine spear and turned to disappear into the dark tunnel.

But just then, a loud "boom" was heard.

A deafening crash echoed from the depths of the tunnel, accompanied by the sound of flying debris.

A thick stone wall was smashed open, and dust billowed out.

Smoke and dust instantly filled the entire passage, obscuring most of the faint light from the fluorescent moss.

The goblins were terrified by the sudden commotion.

They screamed and scattered, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

All that remained were scattered footprints and broken bones.

Wei Yu also suppressed all his emotions and focused his spiritual power.

He looked warily in the direction of the billowing smoke and dust.

This power is extremely strong, far beyond what those goblins could possess.

An unknown danger is rapidly approaching.

"Doron! Stop charging around like that!"

A clear and melodious female voice came from the smoke and dust, carrying a hint of helplessness and reproach.

"This dungeon is full of unknown dangers. What if there are high-level monsters hiding behind it?"

"By recklessly crashing through the wall like this, you'll only put us in danger!"

Immediately afterwards, a rough, middle-aged male voice rang out.

His voice was filled with a hearty laugh, showing no sign of caring.

"Lia, don't worry! With me, Doron, here, even high-level monsters can be cleaved in two with a single axe strike!"

"Besides, we have the captain and everyone else to rely on; nothing will happen!"

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, five figures slowly emerged.

It was the team that broke through the stone wall.

Their appearance caused Wei Yu's soul to drift into a daze.

The composition of this team was exactly the same as the heroic adventure teams he had seen in the anime he watched on Earth back then.

It exudes a fantastical aura.

The girl at the very front is named Leah.

She was tall and slender, with pointed ears and glass-like eyes typical of elves.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a silver waterfall, and she wore light green leather armor.

He had an exquisite short bow hanging at his waist, a quiver on his back, and a wooden staff wrapped in vines in his hand.

She had a lively yet wary air about her, and was frowning as she glared at the burly man beside her.

They were clearly extremely dissatisfied with his act of smashing through the wall.

The burly man known as Doron stood beside Leah.

Its height is similar to that of an average human, but its body proportions are extremely exaggerated.

He has broad shoulders and a thick back, strong and powerful limbs, and the muscles on his arms are as prominent as rocks.

He was wearing heavy black armor, with a huge battle axe emblem embedded in his chest.

He held a giant axe taller than himself in his hand, the blade gleaming with a cold, icy light.

He had a kind face with a faint scar on his face.

He was scratching his head and grinning foolishly, completely ignoring Leah's dissatisfaction.

He is clearly the team's main fighter, with a rough and brave personality.

Behind the two stood a boy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

He wore a dark blue mage's robe with golden magical runes embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

He held a staff with a blue gemstone at the top, the gemstone emitting a faint blue light.

The blue light echoed the curiosity in his eyes.

The boy had delicate features, and his face still retained a touch of childishness.

As he curiously surveyed his surroundings, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes when his gaze fell upon the divine spear on the ground.

Clearly, they were very interested in the black and red spear that had suddenly appeared in the dungeon.

Beside the boy was a woman dressed in a pure white nun's habit.

Her long hair was tied up, and she wore a white nun's hat.

His face was gentle, his eyes compassionate, and he held a silver cross in his hand.

A faint aura of holiness surrounded him, as if it could dispel the darkness and bloodshed of this underground city.

She was gently soothing the slightly agitated boy in a tender tone.

He's clearly the healer and pillar of strength in the team.

At the very back of the group stood a middle-aged man.

He wore a set of silver knight's armor, polished to a high shine, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

A long sword with a very peculiar design hung at his waist.

It is neither a primordial immortal sword nor a magical artifact from any other dimension.

Instead, it resembles the medieval European knight's sword that Wei Yu had seen on Earth.

The sword has a broad blade, a hilt wrapped in black leather, and a guard engraved with intricate patterns.

The middle-aged knight stood tall and straight, with a calm expression.

He had a few shallow wrinkles on his forehead, and his eyes were sharp and deep, as if he could see through all illusions.

His aura was restrained, and he appeared unremarkable.

Yet he exuded an air of seasoned veteran authority, clearly the captain of this squad, responsible for overall command.

Wei Yu subconsciously scanned the middle-aged knight with his spiritual power, trying to probe his strength.

But the moment he sensed contact with the other party, he couldn't help but pause.

He actually sensed a faint yet incredibly familiar aura emanating from this middle-aged knight.

That is the unique mark of a time traveler, the earthly aura imprinted deep in their soul.

The aura emanating from him, Lin Nannan, and Shen Jianxin is of the same origin!

Strangely, this aura of a time traveler was firmly concealed by an invisible membrane.

The membrane was extremely strange; it was not a man-made restriction.

Instead, it carries a strong aura of the world's will, as if it were born with it.

It tightly envelops the middle-aged knight's transmigrator mark.

If it weren't for Wei Yu being a fragment of a Sentinel's soul, possessing an extreme sensitivity to the aura of his own kind...

They probably wouldn't even be able to detect this faint aura.

Is this membrane, constructed by the will of the world, meant to protect him or to imprison him?

Wei Yu was filled with doubt.

He could sense that the middle-aged knight was extremely powerful, far surpassing the others in the squad.

But that thin film was constantly weakening his spiritual fluctuations.

It even subtly altered his aura, making him more in line with the laws of this world.

It was as if they wanted to completely assimilate him.

"Captain, look over there!" The boy's voice broke the silence.

He pointed to the divine spear on the ground, his tone full of curiosity.

"There was a gun that didn't look like an ordinary weapon."

"Could it be some kind of treasure?"

Lia also turned her gaze to the divine spear, a hint of wariness flashing in her glassy eyes.

"Be careful, this dungeon is eerie."

"The weapons that suddenly appear might be suspicious; they could be bait for monsters."

"It could also be a cursed magical artifact."

As she spoke, she reached into her quiver, took an arrow, and nocked it onto her bow.

The arrow is aimed at the sharpshooter, ready to strike at any moment.

Duolong rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Who cares what it is! If it's a treasure, pick it up first!"

"If any monster dares to stand in my way, I'll chop it down with my axe!"

As he was about to step forward, the middle-aged knight raised his hand to stop him.

The middle-aged knight's gaze fell on the divine spear, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in his deep eyes.

He seemed to have noticed the unusual nature of the gun as well.

He didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand.

A wisp of faint white energy gathered at his fingertips and reached towards the divine spear.

The energy was gentle yet refined, carrying a hint of holiness.

It has a similar aura to that of the nun, but is even more powerful.

Wei Yu's remnant soul tensed up instantly.

Subconsciously, he activated the Law of Metal, preparing for defense.

He was unaware of the middle-aged knight's intentions.

It's unclear whether the other party will discover their presence.

It's even more uncertain whether the transmigrators beneath that membrane of world will are friend or foe.

The middle-aged knight's energy slowly approached the divine spear.

Just as it was about to touch the gun, it suddenly stopped.

He frowned, as if he had noticed something.

His gaze swept over the gun repeatedly, his eyes filled with doubt.

The faint white energy swirled around the divine spear.

It eventually dissipated slowly, and I didn't touch it rashly.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Lia asked, puzzled.

He still held the arrow in his hand, remaining vigilant.

The middle-aged knight shook his head, his tone calm.

"This gun is strange; there are faint energy fluctuations on its surface."

"But we cannot probe its core; it is as if it is shielded by some force."

He paused, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Moreover... I always feel that there is a certain familiar aura about this gun."

"But I can't quite put my finger on what it is."

He neither noticed Wei Yu's lingering soul nor saw through the true nature of the divine spear.

It was just that the aura of a transmigrator hidden within the gun.

Through the thin membrane of the world's will, it subtly touched the imprint deep within his soul.

But the thin film was too strong, preventing him from investigating it further.

I could only vaguely sense a familiarity, but I couldn't recall why.

The rest of the team also gathered around.

They curiously examined the divine spear, but no one dared to touch it rashly.

The boy raised his hand and cast a detection spell on the divine spear.

A blue magical light enveloped the gun.

But after a moment it dimmed, and the information returned by the magic became blurry.

Nothing can be detected.

"Strange, my detection magic failed!"

The boy frowned, his face full of confusion.

"What is the origin of this gun?"

The nun held the cross tightly with both hands and murmured a prayer softly.

A holy aura surrounded him, as if sensing whether the divine spear possessed any evil power.

After a moment, she shook her head, her tone gentle.

"It has no aura of evil, but rather exudes a pure power."

"It was very faint, like it was about to dissipate."

Wei Yu's remnant soul remained silent within the core of the divine spear.

Looking at the five-man squad surrounding the sharpshooter, he was filled with conflicting emotions.

The presence of the middle-aged knight gave him a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps here, he can find his kind and receive help.

It can find other soul fragments more quickly.

But he didn't dare to reveal himself easily.

No one knows the team's stance.

It's even more unknown whether the middle-aged knight beneath that thin membrane of world will still retains the original heart of a transmigrator.

Just then, from the depths of the dark tunnel, came a series of rapid footsteps and roars.

Accompanying the goblin's screams was the roar of some enormous creature.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

Clearly, a large number of monsters are rapidly approaching this area.

The team members instantly tensed up.

Lia drew her bowstring taut, and Doron raised his giant axe.

The boy gripped his staff tightly, and the nun prepared herself for the healing.

The middle-aged knight stood in front of the crowd, his sharp gaze fixed on the depths of darkness.

His aura gradually became sharper.