All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Outside the Kunlun Ruins of the Heavens, wind and clouds gathered, and murderous intent soared to the sky.

Cultivators from the nine holy lands and eight dynasties crowded around the entrance to the ruins, their robes fluttering and their auras powerful, completely blocking the entrance to Kunlun Ruins.

The disciples of Qingyun Holy Land were the leaders, each exuding an aura of immortality and possessing an imposing presence; the disciples of Jinwu Holy Land were surrounded by faint golden flames, their eyes filled with arrogance; and the people of Ziyue Dynasty wore purple robes and had solemn expressions.

In the center of the crowd, the disciples of Huaqing Holy Land formed an impenetrable circle, their spiritual energy surging and their killing intent palpable.

In the very center of the circle, a solitary figure stood, none other than Wu Xusong.

He was dressed in black, his clothes already stained with blood, and faint purple lightning crackled around him. His eyes were sharp as knives as he stared intently at the jade throne in front of him.

On the jade throne, Fairy Lingxi sat gracefully, dressed in white, her face gentle and kind, but her eyes held no warmth, only bone-chilling coldness and boundless hatred.

She held the jade flute tightly in her hand; the flute still retained the divine aura of Su Qingyuan and trembled slightly.

"Wu Xusong!"

Lingxi Fairy's voice, clear and piercing, resounded throughout the entire arena, drowning out all the noise: "You killed Qingyuan, and today, my Huaqing Holy Land will pay for her blood debt!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and waved it. The milky white spiritual energy around her surged instantly, transforming into a sky full of spiritual charm that swept outwards.

"kill!"

Hundreds of disciples from the Huaqing Holy Land shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky. They drew their longswords, infused them with spiritual energy, and unleashed a barrage of milky-white spiritual blades towards Wu Xusong like a torrential rain.

The spirit blades ripped through the void, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. They were densely packed, leaving no blind spots, completely sealing off all of Wu Xusong's escape routes.

The surrounding forces held their breath, their eyes fixed on the battlefield.

"The Huaqing Holy Land is really going all out; over a hundred core disciples have come out together. Wu Xusong has no chance of escape now!"

"Who told him to kill Su Qingyuan? She was the precious darling of Huaqing Holy Land, a close friend of Fairy Lingxi. She's doomed today!"

"I heard that Wu Xusong is a time traveler, and quite powerful. I just wonder if he can withstand the siege of the Huaqing Holy Land!"

Discussions rose and fell, and everyone was convinced that Wu Xusong was doomed to die today.

Not far away, Shen Jianxin and his two companions quietly approached, hiding at the edge of the crowd, their eyes fixed on the battlefield.

"Something's not right. Judging from what these onlookers are saying, Huaqing Holy Land is going all out. With over a hundred core disciples and Fairy Lingxi in charge, Wu Xusong won't last long." Wen Yan lowered his voice, his tone grave.

Yao Guang's eyes sharpened: "He is also a time traveler. On the way home, we can't be without such combat power. We need to find an opportunity to rescue him."

Shen Jianxin nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Wu Xusong, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Wait a bit, let's see his strength. If he's really in dire straits, then it won't be too late for us to make a move."

On the battlefield, facing a sky full of spiritual blades, Wu Xusong showed no panic. Instead, he let out a deafening laugh.

"Hahaha! Lingxi, you want to kill me, Wu Xusong? Let's see if you have the ability!"

His laughter carried an endless sorrow and resolve; only he knew how much pain he was in.

In his youth, he and Su Qingyuan were childhood sweethearts, and their innocent feelings for each other blossomed in their hearts. The two walked side by side and made countless promises.

But who would have thought that those transmigrators who only knew how to burn, kill, and plunder would persecute Su Qingyuan's clansmen?

Blinded by hatred, Su Qingyuan killed countless transmigrators, sparing no one, not even the innocent, including his younger brother, who was also a transmigrator, whom he later found.

The youthful friendships and innocent love have long been worn away by the endless hatred of the years, leaving only an irreconcilable antagonism.

"kill!"

Wu Xusong roared, and the purple lightning power within his body surged wildly. His body was instantly enveloped in dense purple lightning, which crackled and illuminated the entire battlefield.

He rapidly formed hand seals, lightning erupting from his fingertips, and shouted, "Purple Lightning Protection!"

Om-!

A purple lightning barrier instantly condensed around him, with lightning flowing across it and radiating immense pressure.

boom! boom! boom!

The countless spiritual blades slammed into the lightning barrier, creating a series of earth-shattering roars. Sparks flew everywhere, and spiritual energy and lightning intertwined and collided, forming huge shockwaves.

The lightning barrier trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared, but it never broke, managing to withstand the first wave of attacks from hundreds of Huaqing disciples.

"What?!"

The disciples of Huaqing Holy Land were shocked; they had not expected Wu Xusong's defense to be so formidable.

Fairy Lingxi sat on her jade throne, her brows furrowed, the hatred in her eyes deepening: "You've got some skill. It seems I need to teach you a lesson, or you'll really think that no one in my Huaqing Holy Land is capable!"

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and pointed a finger, sending a highly refined spiritual energy finger strike towards Wu Xusong with earth-shattering power.

The finger strike was incredibly fast, tearing through the void and instantly reaching the lightning barrier before slamming down.

Click—!

A clear cracking sound rang out, and the lightning barrier, which was already full of cracks, was instantly smashed to pieces by the force of the finger, and the lightning scattered and dissipated into the void.

The remaining force had not dissipated, and the finger energy shot straight towards Wu Xusong's chest at an extreme speed, making it impossible to avoid.

Wu Xusong's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and the purple lightning power within his body surged once more. He clenched his right fist, and lightning gathered, slamming it fiercely towards the finger force.

boom--!

As fists and finger strikes collided, purple lightning and spiritual energy intertwined instantly, unleashing a surge of immense energy. Wu Xusong staggered back several steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The spiritual energy in that finger strike was shattered by the lightning and dissipated into the void.

"Such incredible physical strength!" the onlookers exclaimed again. "To have withstood a single finger strike from Fairy Lingxi, Wu Xusong is indeed extraordinary!"

Wu Xusong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming even sharper. The purple lightning around him became even more intense, and there was even a faint sound of a dragon's roar coming from within the lightning.

"Lingxi, is that all you've got? Not enough to impress me!"

He roared, his hands forming a seal once more, and he uttered a low chant: "Bone-hidden Purple Thunder Shatters the Mysterious Yellow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple lightning power within his body erupted like a volcano, spreading along his meridians to his entire body. Faint lightning crackled and popped on his bones.

He flashed forward, moving at incredible speed, transforming into a streak of purple lightning as he charged toward the disciples of Huaqing Holy Land.

"kill!"

Wu Xusong threw a punch, purple lightning coalescing into his fist, carrying immense power as it slammed into a Huaqing disciple.

The Huaqing disciple's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his longsword to defend himself.

But his speed couldn't keep up with Wu Xusong's pace at all, and his fist slammed into Wu's chest in an instant.

boom--!

With a deafening roar, a huge bloody hole was instantly smashed into the chest of the Huaqing disciple. Purple lightning raged within his body, instantly destroying his meridians and essence.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream rang out, and the Huaqing disciple's body went limp and he fell to the ground, completely lifeless. The spiritual energy around him instantly dissipated.

One move! With just one move, he killed a core disciple of the Huaqing Holy Land!

The entire audience erupted in uproar; everyone was stunned by what they saw.

"Holy crap! That's incredible! He killed a core disciple in one move. Just how strong is Wu Xusong?"

"It seems that killing him won't be so easy for the Huaqing Holy Land!"

Fairy Lingxi's face darkened completely, and the spiritual energy around her became even more violent: "Insolence! How dare you kill someone in front of my Huaqing Holy Land! You're courting death!"

She raised her hand and shouted, "Spirit Stream Myriad Swords Formation! Activate!"

Hundreds of disciples from the Huaqing Holy Land instantly changed formation, raising their longswords in unison and channeling spiritual energy into them. The milky-white swords converged in the air, forming a massive sword array.

Within the sword formation, spiritual energy flowed, and countless longswords floated, radiating a world-destroying power, fiercely enveloping Wu Xusong.

Wu Xusong's eyes narrowed, showing no fear whatsoever. Instead, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and the purple lightning power within his body surged once more.

"Thunder and fire scorch the sky, wind whips up blood!"

He roared, his hands forming a seal, and instantly, raging lightning and fire ignited within the purple lightning surrounding him. The lightning and fire intertwined with the purple lightning, forming a huge beam of fire and lightning that rushed towards the sword formation.

At the same time, he flashed and transformed into a bolt of lightning, weaving through the sword formation, his fists pounding out continuously, each punch carrying immense purple lightning power, smashing towards the floating longswords.

boom! boom! boom!

The flames and lightning collided with the sword formation, producing a series of earth-shattering roars. The sword formation trembled violently, and countless longswords were shattered, turning into a sky full of spiritual energy that dissipated into the void.

Wu Xusong moved through the sword formation as if it were empty. Wherever his fist passed, the longswords shattered, and the Huaqing disciples were all blasted away, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.

Some disciples were punched in the head, their skulls instantly exploding and brains splattering everywhere; others were kicked in the chest, their ribs breaking, sending them flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, never to get up again.

Blood stained the ground, and screams, the sounds of weapons shattering, and the collision of energies mingled together, echoing throughout the Kunlun Ruins.

The purple lightning surrounding Wu Xusong grew thicker and thicker, and the bloodstains on his body increased, but his eyes grew sharper and his fighting spirit grew stronger.

He thought of his younger brother, the innocent transmigrators killed by Su Qingyuan, and the arduous journey home.

"I can't die!"

Wu Xusong roared, "Jiang Wuchen is trapped in the Myriad Realms Secret Realm. His journey home still needs someone to guide him. Today, I will be that lighthouse, illuminating your path home!"

He suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on Fairy Lingxi, his voice hoarse yet filled with unwavering determination: "Lingxi, today, either you kill me, or I will break through the formation of your Huaqing Holy Land and carve out a path to survival!"

Fairy Lingxi sat on her jade throne, her face ashen. As she watched her disciples fall one by one, the hatred in her heart reached its peak.

"act recklessly!"

She suddenly stood up, waved her jade flute, and the spiritual energy around her surged instantly, transforming into a giant spiritual hand that reached out to grab Wu Xusong.

The gigantic, ethereal hand, blotting out the sky, with its five fingers spread wide, exuded immense pressure and instantly enveloped Wu Xusong's figure, attempting to grip him tightly and crush him into mincemeat.

Wu Xusong's eyes narrowed, and the purple lightning power within his body erupted completely. The lightning around him instantly transformed into a huge lightning dragon, its body wrapped in raging lightning and fire, emitting a deafening roar.

"Wind and Thunder Transformation Dragon Technique! First Form! Thunder Dragon Emerges from the Sea!"

He roared and controlled the thunder dragon, charging fiercely towards the giant hand of spiritual energy.

The Thunder Dragon opened its massive maw, spewing out a sky full of purple lightning and thunderfire. Its claws swung, carrying earth-shattering power, fiercely grabbing at the giant hand of the spirit.

boom--!

The Thunder Dragon collided with the giant hand of spirit energy, creating a deafening roar that resounded throughout the heavens and earth. A world-destroying shockwave erupted from the point of impact, sweeping across the entire area.

The surrounding forces retreated hastily, their expressions grave, fearing they might be caught in the shockwave.

The giant spiritual hand trembled violently, revealing huge cracks. Several deep wounds were also torn into the thunder dragon's body by the giant spiritual hand, and the lightning and fire weakened slightly.

"Smash it!"

Fairy Lingxi roared, and her spiritual energy surged forth once more. Her giant spiritual hand exerted tremendous force, gripping the thunder dragon's body tightly, attempting to crush it.

"Awooo—!"

Thunder Dragon let out a mournful roar, its body struggling violently, and the lightning and fire on its body surged again, trying to break free from the restraints of the giant spiritual hand.

Wu Xusong's face turned pale, and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Controlling the thunder dragon had consumed a lot of his spiritual energy, but he still did not give up. He gritted his teeth and continued to urge the purple thunder power in his body to strengthen the thunder dragon.

"Wu Xusong, you won't last much longer!" Fairy Lingxi's voice was icy and chilling. "Give up the resistance, and I can give you a quick death!"

"Feeling good?" Wu Xusong sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and determination. "My life, Wu Xusong's life, is in my own hands. If you want me to give up resisting, you'll only do it if I die!"

He abruptly closed his eyes, and the purple lightning power within his body began to burn wildly, gradually depleting his own source power as well.

"Wind and Thunder Transformation Dragon Technique! Chinese Style! Thunder Dragon Devours the Heavens!"

A deafening roar erupted from Wu Xusong's mouth. He suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of madness flashing in them.

Suddenly, the thunder dragon, which had been gripped by the giant hand of spirit energy, unleashed an even more powerful and violent force. Its body shuddered violently, and it broke free from the giant hand's restraint.

Immediately afterwards, the Thunder Dragon turned around, its massive body lunging fiercely at the giant hand of spirit energy, its huge mouth opening to reveal sharp fangs as it bit down hard on the giant hand of spirit energy.

Click—!

A clear cracking sound rang out as the giant spiritual hand was bitten off by the thunder dragon, its spiritual energy scattering and dissipating into the void.

Fairy Lingxi's expression changed, and she suddenly took several steps back, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. Clearly, the breaking of the giant hand of spiritual energy had caused her considerable backlash.

"Impossible! How could you possibly unleash such power?!" Fairy Lingxi was filled with disbelief. She never expected that Wu Xusong would burn his own essence to gain even greater power.

Ignoring her surprise and doubt, Wu Xusong controlled the Thunder Dragon and charged towards Fairy Lingxi again. A dazzling ball of purple lightning condensed in the Thunder Dragon's mouth, radiating a world-destroying power.

"Lingxi, today, let's settle this once and for all!"

His voice was hoarse yet resolute. Although his aura was somewhat disordered due to the burning of his source energy, his fighting spirit had reached its peak.