All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The mountain breeze seemed to be frozen by the murderous aura emanating from in front of the cabin.

The crispness of late autumn fades, leaving only a biting chill.

Wei Yu's body lay quietly on the bluestone slab, the dark wound between his eyebrows still slowly oozing dark purple blood beads.

Blood beads meandered along the lines of the stone slab, accumulating into a small, dark puddle beneath him.

The worn-out plastic bracelet on her wrist had rolled to the side, one of the beads stained with blood.

The original warm touch was completely replaced by coldness, blending into the surrounding stillness.

The dark figure who killed Wei Yu still stood beside the corpse, the hem of his black robe fluttering in the residual energy fluctuations.

The murderous aura emanating from him had not completely dissipated, making him appear like a demon from the abyss.

The eyes hidden in the shadows of the black robe remained completely calm.

It was as if I had just extinguished a life that carried countless hopes, and that was nothing more than crushing a speck of dust.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The steady, rhythmic footsteps came from the edge of the cliff, breaking the brief silence.

Three figures followed the scent and entered the simple wooden house one by one.

The leader was dressed in a gray-patterned black robe, the fabric embroidered with fine dark silver patterns that gleamed coldly in the dim light.

His aura was refined and restrained, unlike the outward and flamboyant one who had killed him, yet it exuded an air of authority that came from someone who had long held a high position.

His gaze swept over Wei Yu on the ground, then fell on the killer.

His tone was calm but carried an unquestionable command: "Move quickly. Immediately begin mind control on him, search every corner of his consciousness, and dig out all the extraterrestrial coordinates and the secrets of the Sentinel's abilities that we need."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure beside him took a step forward.

The man was hunched over and also wrapped in a black robe, but the robe was tattered and worn, with the edges worn so that the withered yellow fabric underneath was visible.

From a distance, it looks like a piece of withered old wood.

His hands are the most striking feature.

The arm extending from the sleeve of the black robe was thin and bony, the skin clinging tightly to the bone, giving it a lifeless grayish-yellow hue.

The knuckles were swollen and protruding, and the nails were black and long, with an eerie luster, clearly resembling a withered, ghostly claw.

"Gagaga..."

A sharp, piercing laugh rolled out of his throat, like rusty iron scraping against each other, sending chills down one's spine.

He rolled his cloudy, yellowish eyes, his gaze sweeping over Wei Yu's corpse.

His words, brimming with undisguised greed and malice, said: "Leave it to me, sir, you can rest assured."

"In all the myriad realms, death is never the end. As long as the soul remains, there is no secret I cannot uncover."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly bent down.

The withered hand went straight for Wei Yu's head.

Before the fingertips even touched the skin, wisps of grayish-black mist began to emanate from them.

The mist, like living vines, twisted and coiled in mid-air, exuding a putrid smell.

That is a malevolent energy specifically designed to manipulate and plunder the soul. It can easily penetrate the physical body and reach the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, forcibly stripping away and deciphering the remaining fragments of the soul.

The man in the gray-patterned black robe stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes fixed on the movements of the withered hand.

His entire body was tense, clearly indicating that he valued this gain extremely.

Two silent, dark figures stood in the corner, motionless like statues.

The concealed aura around him formed an invisible barrier, enveloping the small house.

This prevents any external interference and eliminates the possibility of secrets being leaked.

The black-robed man who killed Wei Yu slowly took half a step back, still standing silently in the shadows.

It seemed that they had no interest in the subsequent search for the soul.

Only those cold eyes would occasionally glance at Wei Yu's corpse, flashing a barely perceptible chill.

The withered fingertips finally touched Wei Yu's forehead.

A cool sensation came over me, accompanied by a sudden surge of gray-black mist.

His smile grew increasingly eerie, his mouth stretching almost to his ears, as he muttered something under his breath.

"Just surrender obediently, little one. Your consciousness, your soul, all your secrets will belong to me..."

"We'll get those extraterrestrial coordinates soon, and Mother will surely reward us handsomely..."

The gray-black mist surged wildly into Wei Yu's mind through the wound between his eyebrows, sweeping over his consciousness like a tidal wave.

Withered Hand closed his eyes, his mind immersed in the task, and began to meticulously examine every corner.

Normally, even if someone is killed, their soul will remain for a moment.

Especially for someone like Wei Yu, whose mental strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, a large number of fragments must have been left in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is enough to piece together the coordinate information they want and the source of the Sentinel's capabilities.

At first, everything went as he expected.

As soon as I entered my sea of ​​consciousness, I sensed a lingering spiritual fluctuation.

The fluctuations carried Wei Yu's resentment and obsession before his death, like a flickering candle in the wind, weak yet clear.

With a surge of joy in his withered hand, he immediately activated his evil energy, attempting to envelop and draw in this fluctuation.

Extract the useful information from it.

His spiritual power spread out layer by layer in Wei Yu's sea of ​​consciousness like a fine spider web, leaving no trace unexplored.

He could vaguely capture some blurry fragments of images: familiar residential buildings, steaming dining tables, and his parents' gentle smiles.

There are also countless crisscrossing bands and spots of light—that is the coordinate landscape perceived by the Sentinel's abilities.

These fragments are like stars scattered in the sea of ​​consciousness; with a little sorting, they can be pieced together to reveal key information.

The smile on the withered hand deepened, and the gray-black mist at his fingertips grew thicker, as he prepared to gather all the fragments together.

But in the next second, something unexpected happened.

Those remaining mental fluctuations and fragments of images suddenly dissipated at an extremely fast speed, like dust swept up by a gale.

His withered hand tightened, and he quickly increased the output of his evil energy, trying to grasp the last trace.

No matter how he manipulated it, the fragments were rapidly annihilated, leaving not a trace behind.

What alarmed him even more was that Wei Yu's sea of ​​consciousness was becoming empty and lifeless at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There were no fragments of the soul, no remnants of the spirit, and even the very foundation of the sea of ​​consciousness itself was gradually dissipating.

It's as if it never existed.

"What happened?"

A strong sense of unease rose in his withered palm, and he suddenly channeled all his mental energy to investigate.

But in the end, all I touched was nothingness.

That sea of ​​consciousness that once held Wei Yu's consciousness and contained the secrets of extraterrestrial coordinates was now completely empty, eerily clean.

Like a blank sheet of paper that has been completely erased of all traces.

"impossible!"

He let out a low shout and suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

The eerie smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by incredulous astonishment.

He abruptly withdrew his withered hand, the gray-black mist at his fingertips fluctuating violently due to his turbulent emotions, even showing signs of dissipating.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze like a poisoned knife, fixed on the black-robed man who had killed Wei Yu.

His body trembled slightly with anger and panic.

His initial shock instantly transformed into overwhelming rage; his voice suddenly rose in pitch, sharp as a broken gong.

With a hysterical accusation: "You're insane! You actually annihilated his soul! Not even a single fragment remained!"

The air inside the cabin froze instantly.

The man in the gray-patterned black robe's expression changed drastically, his aura instantly becoming sharp. He stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "What did you say? Your soul and spirit are annihilated?"

The withered hand ignored the man in the gray-patterned black robe and continued to stare intently at the killer.

His chest heaved violently, his withered fingers turned white from the force, and he roared as he pointed at the killer's nose.

"Do you even know what you've done? We went through all this trouble, traversing countless regions to track him down, just to extract his extraterrestrial coordinates from his soul!"

"Now that his soul is gone, the coordinates have also completely disappeared; we've gained nothing!"

His voice was filled with despair and fear.

It wasn't just because the mission failed, but also because of the "mother's" authority.

That was the world's will, which this group collectively called "Mother," and Mother's commands were supreme.

In order to obtain the coordinates of the extraterrestrial realm, the mother personally issued an order for them to capture Wei Yu alive and extract the secrets through soul manipulation.

But now, the coordinates are gone, the mission has completely failed, how are they going to face their mother's wrath?

"Mother! How are you going to explain this to her?!"

The withered hand's voice was choked with sobs, yet still filled with accusation.

"What Mother wanted were extraterrestrial coordinates, precise locations that could transcend the barriers of the heavens! But you, you went and wiped out the entire enemy in one fell swoop, even obliterating their souls!"

"If Mother punishes us, we will all be executed!"

The two dark figures in the corner finally made a move, raising their heads slightly and focusing their gaze on the killer.

With a hint of apprehension and worry.

Clearly, they were also aware of the terror their mother possessed; the complete annihilation of her soul meant that the coordinates had been completely severed from their trail.

The consequences of failing this mission would be unimaginable.

The man in the gray-patterned black robe had a face so gloomy it could drip water. He walked to the withered hand and said in a deep voice.

"Examine carefully again to confirm there are no remnants of divine soul. Find even the smallest fragment!"

He still clung to a last glimmer of hope: perhaps the withered hand had made a mistake in his investigation, or perhaps Wei Yu's soul was simply hidden very deeply.

Withered Hand took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage and panic in his heart, and looked at Wei Yu's corpse again.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly activated all the evil energy within his body.

The withered hand reached out again, and this time, the gray-black mist almost solidified, like a venomous snake, and fiercely burrowed into Wei Yu's brow.

His mind once again sank into Wei Yu's sea of ​​consciousness, conducting a thorough search.

He carefully explored everything from the foundation of his consciousness to every inch of the void.

But in the end, it was still nothing.

There were no mental fluctuations, no fragments of the soul, and no traces related to the coordinates.

Even the conscious imprint of Wei Yu's existence was completely erased.

Just like Wei Yu's soul, at the moment of his death, along with the coordinates deep within his soul, it turned into dust and dissipated into the turbulent flow of time and space.

The withered hand slowly withdrew, and the gray-black mist completely dissipated.

He staggered back a step, his face drained of color, leaving only deathly paleness and despair.

"It's no use... There's nothing there... My sea of ​​consciousness is empty, my soul is completely gone... Not even a trace can be found..."

These words were like a death sentence, plunging the atmosphere in the small room into an icy abyss.

The man in the gray-patterned black robe closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with coldness. He turned to look at the killer, his voice icy and chilling: "Why did you annihilate his soul? Who gave you the order?"

The black-robed man who killed Wei Yu finally made a move.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes, hidden in the shadows of his black robe, revealing a cold glint.

His tone was so calm and even, as if the uproar he had just caused had nothing to do with him.

"His ability is very special. The Sentinel ability can analyze the coordinates of the heavens, and there may be a hidden danger of backlash in his soul."

"If we keep his soul, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"

"variable?"

Upon hearing this, the withered hand flew into a rage again: "What variables could there be? My mother even approves of my methods of manipulating souls! As long as his soul remains, he absolutely cannot escape my control!"

"You did this on purpose! You don't care about the mission at all, you don't care about Mother's orders!"

"So what if it was intentional?"

The killer's tone remained cold, and his murderous aura once again permeated the air, making it almost impossible for the withered hand to breathe.

"My mother wants the coordinates, but I need absolute safety."

"An being capable of analyzing the coordinates of the heavens, even if dead, may have a lingering soul that could become a hidden danger. It's better to completely annihilate it and end it all."

"you……"

The withered hand trembled with anger, but dared not take a step forward because of the opponent's formidable strength.

He knew that the black-robed man in front of him was far stronger than himself.

If the other side hadn't killed Wei Yu, they might not have been able to take down their target so easily.

But it was precisely this strength that made him even more desperate—the other side didn't care about his mother's anger at all, but they couldn't.

The man in the gray-patterned black robe frowned, his gaze complex as he looked at the killer.

He knew that what the killer said wasn't entirely unreasonable; the Sentinel's abilities were indeed strange, and Wei Yu's soul might really harbor hidden dangers.

Even so, the spirit cannot be easily extinguished, after all, the mother's command is above all else.

If the mission fails, they will all suffer the wrath of their mother. At best, their cultivation will be destroyed; at worst, their souls will be extracted, and they will never be reincarnated.

He walked to Wei Yu's body, squatted down, and carefully examined the wound between Wei Yu's eyebrows.

Besides the residual energy from his own body, there was also an extremely strange annihilation power at the wound site.

It was this force that completely tore Wei Yu's soul apart, leaving not even a single fragment behind.

Clearly, the killer never intended to capture Wei Yu's soul from the beginning.

"At this point, arguing is pointless."

The man in the gray-patterned black robe stood up and said in a deep voice, "Take his body back to the stronghold first, examine it carefully, and see if you can find any trace of coordinates on his body."

"Furthermore, immediately send a message to Mother to report this matter and await her decision."

"Report? How do I report it?"

Withered Hands said with a bitter smile, "Should we tell Mother that we killed the only person who could obtain the coordinates, and that his soul was annihilated, making the mission a complete failure?"

"Then what's the difference between us and sending ourselves to our deaths?"

The man in the gray-patterned black robe frowned: "Otherwise what? Are we supposed to hide it from Mother?"

"Given Mother's abilities, she will find out the truth sooner or later, and the consequences will only be more severe then."

He paused, then looked at the killer: "You'll come back too. You must explain this to your mother in person."

The killer nodded slightly, offering no rebuttal.

His gaze fell once more on Wei Yu's corpse, his eyes still cold, showing no remorse whatsoever.

In his view, completely eradicating Wei Yu's spirit was the most correct choice.

As for his mother's anger, he had his own way of dealing with it.

Two dark figures stepped forward from the corner, took out a specially made black cloth bag, and put Wei Yu's body inside.

The bag is engraved with runes that suppress aura, preventing the leakage of residual spiritual fluctuations from the corpse and isolating it from detection by all realms.

The string of plastic beads was put into the cloth bag along with the bracelet.

As the body moved, it made a soft clattering sound, as if playing a final elegy for Wei Yu's eleven years of perseverance.

The withered hand stood beside him, his eyes fixed on the cloth bag with a sinister look, his heart filled with resentment and fear.

He could imagine his mother's furious expression and foresee his own fate.

But now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to pin his hopes on finding a clue in Wei Yu's body, which might offer a glimmer of hope for survival.

The man in the gray-patterned black robe walked at the front, his aura heavy.

He knew that this turmoil was far from over.

The complete annihilation of soul and spirit, and the loss of coordinates, not only signify mission failure but could also jeopardize the mother's next steps.

The path of plundering across the myriad realms may face unpredictable changes due to this mistake.

The mountain wind blew again, carrying the stench of blood from the hut and dissipating into the void at the edge of the cliff.

The cabin returned to its original silence.

Only the still-dry bloodstains on the bluestone slab remain, proving that a momentous event that concerned the fate of countless transmigrators across the myriad realms once took place here.

As for Wei Yu, who was stuffed into a cloth bag, no one knew that he had been completely destroyed.

The trace of his coordinates, hidden in the cracks of time and space at the cost of his life, is like a spark in the darkness, waiting to be awakened.