All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

In the endless void, there is no concept of time, and no boundary of space.

There was only eternal darkness and deathly silence.

In the pitch-black void, several blurry figures floated and stood.

Their outlines were shrouded in a thin layer of gray mist, obscuring their features and genders.

They couldn't even sense the slightest breath, as if they had merged into this void.

Only the sound of conversation echoed slowly in the deathly silence, carrying an undisguised anxiety and exhaustion.

"Can this really succeed?"

A slightly timid voice rang out, trembling slightly.

It was as if they were filled with uncertainty about the current situation, and also as if they had a deep fear of the impending outcome.

As soon as the words were spoken, the blurry figure shrank slightly, as if it were under immense pressure.

Another cold voice rang out instantly, breaking the brief silence with undisguised mockery and impatience: "You have another way?"

The disdain in his tone, like a sharp blade, pierced through the deathly silence.

The figure that spoke swayed slightly, and amidst the swirling gray mist, a pair of cold eyes could be vaguely seen.

There was no warmth whatsoever, only contempt for the cowardice of his companions.

The timid figure from before fell silent for a moment, then spoke in an even lower voice.

With a hint of helplessness and resignation: "If I had a better way, I wouldn't have arranged this..."

"Stop arguing!"

A loud and urgent voice suddenly rang out, carrying an unquestionable authority.

This instantly silenced the argument between the two.

The figure leaned forward slightly, the gray mist around him surged violently, and an invisible pressure spread out.

This caused the other figures to subconsciously quiet down.

"Ye Fan is already dead, are we going to stop now?"

These words struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

The grief and resolve in his voice were clearly audible.

"At this point, it's no longer something we can stop at will!"

"It's either success or total annihilation; there's no third way!"

In the void, deathly silence descended once more.

Only the heavy breathing of a few figures remained, echoing slowly in the darkness.

Ye Fan's name was like a taboo; mentioning it caused everyone to fall silent.

That unspeakable grief, seeping through the gray fog, permeated the entire void.

After a long while, a detached voice slowly rang out, calm yet carrying a sense of profound sorrow: "Whatever."

"I've said it before, no matter what we do, someone will have to sacrifice."

The figure hovered at the very edge, where the gray mist was faintest, as if it would vanish into nothingness at any moment.

"This isn't a movie; there's no protagonist's halo, and no so-called heroes."

"All we can do is take a gamble, gamble on a slim hope, gamble that those time travelers can withstand all of this."

The figures fell silent again; no one refuted or echoed their sentiments.

They all knew that this statement was true.

An invisible light curtain floated in front of them.

On the light screen, the scene of the Kunlun Ruins battlefield was clearly displayed—black self-destruct shock waves filling the sky, and tattered protective shields.

Shi Si and his companions, covered in wounds and exhausted, along with the relentless, frenzied hunters.

They stared silently at the light screen, their eyes, hidden beneath the gray mist, filled with complex emotions.

There was worry, determination, resentment, and a faint, almost imperceptible hope.

No one knew who they were, nor did anyone know why they were paying attention to the battlefield at Kunlun Ruins.

No one knew what their so-called "plan" actually was.

The void remained deathly silent, but the battlefield on the light screen was already a mess, fraught with danger.

Meanwhile, in the core area of ​​all the heavens and myriad realms, within the myriad realm passage, an unprecedented migration frenzy is unfolding.

The Path to All Realms is the link connecting all the heavens and myriad realms.

There is no fixed spatial form here, only endless spatial turbulence, howling past with destructive power.

If one is not careful, they will be torn apart by the spatial turbulence and their soul will be scattered.

At this moment, countless figures are riding the spatial turbulence, rushing towards the Kunlun Ruins.

They were all time travelers, from different Earths, who traveled to different worlds.

They have different cultivation levels and different experiences, but they share the same goal—to rush to Kunlun Ruins, support Shi Si and the others, and protect their compatriots.

Within the passage, spatial turbulence raged, and bursts of violent energy surged forth.

Many transmigrators with lower cultivation levels were struck by the spatial turbulence, their bodies instantly torn apart and turned into countless specks of light.

They vanished into the passage, without even having time to let out a scream.

Even so, not a single time traveler retreated, and not a single time traveler stopped.

A boy dressed in a light blue cloth robe had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his left arm was torn apart by spatial turbulence, revealing the stark white bone.

But he still gritted his teeth, channeling the last of his spiritual power to desperately resist the impact of the spatial turbulence.

With a determined look in his eyes, he sped forward.

In his hand, he clutched a small Earth badge tightly, the only memento he had brought with him when he traveled through time.

That's also what keeps him going.

"Brother Shi Si and the others are still waiting for us in Kunlun Ruins!" the young man thought to himself, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"I can't die. I have to get to Kunlun Ruins and fight alongside them."

"Let's protect our compatriots together, and find our way home together!"

Not far away, a woman in armor, holding a long sword, was surrounded by surging spiritual energy, constantly shattering the incoming spatial turbulence.

Her armor was already riddled with cracks, and her body was covered in countless wounds.

Blood soaked through the armor and dripped slowly down the seams.

But her gaze remained firm, without the slightest hint of retreat.

She was once a soldier on Earth, and after transmigrating to this world, she still retains the iron will and perseverance of a soldier.

"Protecting my fellow countrymen is my responsibility. Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will never back down!" the woman hissed in a low voice.

He swung his longsword again, and a golden blade shot out, shattering a massive spatial turbulence that was coming his way.

Such figures were everywhere in the passageway.

Some of them possessed profound cultivation, striving to resist the spatial turbulence and protect their fellow citizens with lower cultivation levels.

Some, despite their low cultivation level, still give it their all, never giving up even when covered in wounds.

Some were already severely injured and weak, but they still relied on their stubbornness to move forward step by step towards Kunlun Ruins.

They came from all over the country. Before they traveled through time, they were ordinary people—students, workers, soldiers, doctors…

After being transported to this world, they shared a common identity—transmigrators.

They shared a common belief—to protect their compatriots and return to their homeland.

Spatial turbulence continues to rage, and the shadow of death looms over every transmigrator.

But their steps never stopped.

Countless figures, like a surging torrent, rushed towards Kunlun Ruins through the Myriad Realms Passage.

Their shouts, their roars, their gasps, all intertwined and echoed throughout the entire dimensional passage.

With boundless determination and resolve.

"Charge! Head to Kunlun Market!"

"We will never back down in protecting our compatriots!"

"Let's go home together, let's return to Earth together!"

Shouts rose and fell, echoing for a long time amidst the spatial turbulence.

It became the most moving and tragic melody in the Path of Myriad Realms.

They had no idea what kind of crisis or battlefield awaited them.

But they knew they couldn't back down, they couldn't give up.

Because within Kunlun Ruins reside their compatriots, their hopes, and everything they wish to protect.

At this moment, the Kunlun Ruins battlefield had already fallen into an unprecedented predicament.

The hunters' self-destruction continued, with one deafening explosion after another.

The earthquake caused the mountains of Kunlun Ruins to tremble violently, and the chasm on the ground to widen continuously.

The shockwave sent the rubble flying high into the air, only to fall back down like a torrential downpour.

The scorched earth was riddled with holes and riddled with craters.

The black shockwaves from the self-destruction, like countless meteorites, repeatedly struck the protective shield erected by Shi Si and the others.

The protective shield trembled violently, and the cracks on its surface spread like a spider web, becoming increasingly dense.

It felt as if it would shatter completely and vanish into nothingness in the next second.

Shi Si stood at the very front of the protective shield, his body covered in wounds, the wound on his left arm reopening.

Blood stained his entire sleeve, dripping from his fingertips, striking the ground and raising tiny specks of dust.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked, and he was extremely weak.

The spiritual energy within his body was almost completely depleted.

But he still gritted his teeth and stared firmly ahead.

The dragon-patterned sword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a faint golden light that continuously flowed into the protective shield.