All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Hui Shu was overjoyed and quickly moved closer, staring intently at Wu Xusong's face, her voice trembling slightly: "You're awake? You're really awake?"

After a while, Wu Xusong's eyelids began to tremble slowly.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

My vision was initially blurry, a vast expanse of white, and I heard a soft murmur in my ear, carrying a familiar gentleness.

He slowly moved his eyes, adjusting to the light in the cave.

A moment later, the vision gradually cleared, and what came into view was a thin face—long, snow-white hair, round black-rimmed glasses, and big eyes.

A sense of both agility and concern permeates his being—that is Hui Shu.

Wu Xusong's throat bobbed slightly, his voice hoarse and weak, tinged with a hint of doubt: "Who are you?"

Hui Shu was surprised when Wu Xusong asked who she was as soon as he woke up.

She instinctively shrank back a little, letting out a small gasp: "Ah!"

After realizing what was happening, Hui Shu quickly stepped forward, a joyful smile on her face and excitement in her eyes: "I, I'm Hui Shu!"

"You're awake? That's great, you're finally awake!"

Wu Xusong frowned.

A weak smile played on his lips, his voice still hoarse: "Did you save me?"

"Yes!" Hui Shu nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute. "I saved you. I am Hui Shu."

"I found the Soul-Gathering Grass, the Vein-Regenerating Flower, and the Jade Marrow Dew; I fed them all to you."

"How are you feeling now? Is it still in a lot of pain?"

As she spoke, she carefully touched Wu Xusong's wounds, her movements gentle, as if afraid of hurting him.

Wu Xusong shook his head, wanting to move.

But a piercing pain shot through his body, causing him to gasp and tremble slightly.

He could clearly feel that his body was extremely weak, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

"Thank you, Huishu. I'm Wu Xusong. I'm fine, don't worry," Wu Xusong said softly.

There was a hint of bitterness in her voice, "Thank you, Huishu. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have died on the battlefield."

"You're welcome, you're welcome!" Hui Shu quickly waved her hand, a genuine smile on her face.

"We're all time travelers, so we should help each other! Brother Wu Xusong, you're still very weak, don't move around too much, get some rest."

Wu Xusong nodded slightly, his gaze slowly shifting as he began to observe the cave.

Inside the cave, apart from the dry grass spread on the ground, there was only a faint light coming in from the cave entrance.

There are also occasional loose stones falling from the cave ceiling.

But just as his gaze swept across the depths of the cave, he suddenly stopped.

Deep inside the cave, there was a small altar.

The altar, about half a person's height, was made of black rock.

The surface is engraved with dense, eerie patterns, and within these patterns, a faint black halo flows.

It exudes an eerie and ancient aura.

A black and red spear was stuck in the altar.

The shaft of the spear was covered with dark red patterns, like dried blood.

The spearhead was incredibly sharp, gleaming with a cold, icy light; even just by being stuck there, one could feel a powerful aura of killing intent.

What shocked Wu Xusong the most was that a bracelet made of plastic beads was hanging from the handle of the black and red spear.

The plastic beads came in various colors, including red, blue, and yellow, and had smooth surfaces, making them look quite ordinary.

The spear, brimming with a murderous aura, seemed out of place, and also extremely discordant with this ancient and eerie altar.

Wu Xusong was very familiar with that plastic bracelet—it was the most common plastic bracelet on Earth.

He thought of Su Qingyuan, of the promise they made, and of the unfinished plan.

The light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

Hui Shu noticed Wu Xusong's unusual behavior and followed his gaze to the altar deep inside the cave.

His eyes were full of confusion: "Brother Wu Xusong, what's wrong? What are you looking at?"

"That altar has been there for a long time, and that spear, with its various laws and powers, makes me afraid to get close."

Wu Xusong did not answer Hui Shu's question, but slowly closed his eyes and began to feel his physical condition.

A faint spiritual energy flowed slowly within his body.

But he could clearly feel that all his meridians had been broken, like shattered glass.

It could no longer bear a large amount of spiritual energy, and even with the medicinal effects of the Life-Sustaining Flower, it could only barely maintain a sliver of life.

It's virtually impossible to restore it to its original state.

In addition, his soul was on the verge of collapse, like a candle flickering in the wind.

It will completely dissipate if subjected to even the slightest impact.

In other words, he has now become a useless person, a useless person who is even worse than an ordinary person.

He could no longer cultivate, no longer fight, no longer protect the people he wanted to protect, and no longer fulfill his promise to Su Qingyuan.

A bitter smile appeared on Wu Xusong's lips, and a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.

He never imagined that he would survive.

On the battlefield, he was severely injured by the powerful hunters, his meridians were severed, and his soul was shattered.

He believed that dying on the battlefield was his destiny, his best ending.

He recalled the days when he transmigrated to this world, and the time he spent with Su Qingyuan, getting to know her, and staying together.

He remembered the promise they made—to grow stronger together, to find their way home together, to return to Earth together, and to live an ordinary life.

I remembered that unfinished plan, the plan that concerned all the time travelers returning home.

His heart was filled with resentment and helplessness.

He was once a gifted transmigrator whose cultivation steadily improved.

He thought that one day he would be strong enough to protect Su Qingyuan and strong enough to lead all the transmigrators to find their way home.

But now, he has become a cripple, unable to protect Su Qingyuan, let alone protect himself.

"Can it really succeed?" Wu Xusong murmured to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and bitterness.

"That plan is so difficult; even I've become a cripple. Can I persevere?"

"Can we really find our way home? Qingyuan, I'm so sorry, I'm afraid I can't keep our promise..."

Tears streamed down Wu Xusong's cheeks, dripping onto the hay and soaking a small patch.

His heart was filled with despair and resentment, but he was powerless to do anything about it—his body had completely collapsed, and there was no possibility of recovery.

Hui Shu noticed Wu Xusong's sadness and felt a pang of sorrow upon seeing the tears in his eyes.

She carefully reached out her small hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of Wu Xusong's eyes.

Wu Xusong opened his eyes and looked into Hui Shu's pure and determined gaze, a warm feeling rising in his heart.

But that sense of despair and resentment still couldn't be dispelled.

He gently patted Hui Shu's small hand, his voice weak: "Thank you, Hui Shu, but... I'm already a cripple, I can never get better."

"No! You're not a cripple!" Hui Shu shook her head vigorously, her eyes resolute. "You'll get better, I believe in you!"

"There are such strong energy fluctuations on that altar; perhaps that spear and that bracelet can heal your injuries!"

"Let you rest a little longer, then we'll go take a look, okay?"

Looking into Hui Shu's determined eyes, Wu Xusong felt a slight easing of his despair.

He followed Hui Shu's gaze and looked again at the altar, at the black and red spear, and at the plastic bracelet.

A faint glimmer of hope quietly rose in his heart.

He nodded slightly, a hint of barely perceptible anticipation in his voice: "Okay, let me rest a little longer, then we'll go take a look."

Seeing Wu Xusong nod, Hui Shu smiled happily and quickly said, "Okay!"

"Then you should rest well. I'll stay with you and won't let anyone disturb you!"

Outside the cave, the wave of self-destruction on the battlefield continued.

Zi Yuyan's protective shield is showing more and more cracks, and her power of law is being greatly depleted.

Her face grew paler and paler, and her breath became increasingly weak.

But she still didn't give up, she kept holding on and protecting the disciples of the Youyue Dynasty.

Manshan's body was covered in wounds, and his black hair was stained red with blood.

The primal energy grew increasingly chaotic, and his movements gradually became sluggish.

But he continued to roar, waving his massive fists to fend off the hunters' self-destructing impact.

Every punch carries earth-shattering power; even when powerless, they never back down.

Shi Si, Jun Yi, and Nian Shang were almost at their limit; their spiritual energy was exhausted, and they were covered in injuries.

The cracks on the protective shield are about to spread to the entire barrier, as if it will shatter completely at any moment.

Shen Jianxin, Yao Guang, Mo Jin, and the others were all exhausted and barely breathing.

But they continued to pour spiritual energy into their bodies, and not one of them gave up.

"Hold on! Just a little longer!" Shi Si roared, using the last bit of spiritual power in his body to inject into the protective shield.

"We cannot die here! We must find our way home, and we must protect our compatriots!"

"Damn it! I'll fight!" Junyi roared, a resolute glint in his eyes, and his aura surged once more.

Even if it exhausts all his spiritual energy, he will fight with all his might, "Even if I die, I'll take these scum down with me!"

The hunters continued to send reinforcements, and the sound of suicide bombers echoed everywhere.

Black energy shockwaves repeatedly struck the protective shield.

The battlefield was already a scene of devastation, with corpses strewn everywhere and blood staining the ground red.

The stench of blood and the aura of violent energy in the air intertwined, making it suffocating.