All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Upon hearing Zhao Yan's arrogant words, Li Sinan was shocked, and the majesty in his eyes was instantly replaced by astonishment.

He stared intently at Zhao Yan, his voice trembling with disbelief and accusation: "Zhao Yan! Do you really intend to do this? How can you face Wan Ying?!"

The moment the name Wanying was uttered, the power of the myriad world rules surrounding Li Sinan paused slightly.

A complex recollection flashed in his eyes; it was of the woman who had accompanied Zhao Yan, gentle and kind, who ultimately perished while protecting him.

He believed that no matter how ruthless Zhao Yan became, no matter how far he went, Wan Ying's name would always awaken the last shred of conscience in his heart.

But when Zhao Yan heard the name "Wanying," his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever; instead, a hint of impatience and a cold sneer flashed across them.

He took a step forward, his surrounding dark aura growing even more violent, his tone filled with disdain and resolve: "Li Sinan, I don't know what our relationship is in this time and space! I don't care, and I care even less about Wanying you mentioned!"

His gaze grew increasingly cold, as if he were recounting a painful past.

His voice was hoarse and violent, filled with a despair that penetrated to the bone: "In my time and space, the entire world is my enemy! From the moment I transmigrated, I faced only life-or-death crises. There were no companions, no warmth, only endless slaughter and betrayal!"

"I struggled to survive, giving it my all, but in the end, I was still left with nowhere to turn."

Only after I sacrificed my original time and space to gain my current power did I finally see hope of returning home!

Zhao Yan's voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from long-suppressed despair and anger.

"I have never received warmth, nor do I care about the warmth of this other world. All I have ever wanted has been one thing—to return to Earth!"

He raised his eyes, staring intently at Li Sinan, a hint of crazed ferocity flashing in them.

His tone carried an undeniable threat: "If, upon returning home, I discover that you otherworldly scum, because of your rules and your obstruction, caused my transmigration and resulted in the death of my father who was waiting for my surgery in the hospital, then I cannot guarantee what price you will pay!"

These words, cold and resolute, carrying all of Zhao Yan's despair and obsession, resounded throughout the entire Kunlun Ruins.

Li Sinan stared blankly at Zhao Yan, his shock barely concealed, and his aura became disordered.

He suddenly realized that the Zhao Yan in front of him, with his violent and resolute nature and the deep-seated loneliness, was not the Zhao Yan he knew, the one who had been gentle and warmed by Wan Ying.

"You...you're not him..." Li Sinan murmured to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You are indeed not the Zhao Yan I know. You are just a pitiful person consumed by despair and trapped by the obsession with returning home..."

Upon hearing this, a flash of crazed killing intent crossed Zhao Yan's eyes, and he roared sharply, "Pitiful? I don't need your pity!"

In this dog-eat-dog world, pity is the most ridiculous thing!

Today, no one can stop me from returning home; whoever tries will die!

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark aura around Zhao Yan surged again, and the pressure of the Shattered Realm pressed down hard on Li Sinan.

He conjured a black energy imbued with intense resentment in his hand, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The other transmigrators in the sky echoed this sentiment, their auras growing increasingly violent.

Clearly, they were all on Zhao Yan's side, determined to break the rules and embark on their journey home.

Chen Su and Xiaoyaozi below, hearing the conversation between the two, had complex expressions on their faces.

They finally understood that Zhao Yan's ruthlessness and decisiveness were not innate, but rather forced out little by little by the despair and loneliness he experienced after transmigrating.

Even so, they could not condone Zhao Yan's actions, nor could they bear to see him continue to harm living beings and disrupt the balance of space and time in order to return home.

Chen Su frowned and said in a solemn tone, "So, he and the Zhao Yan in Li Sinan's memories are not the same person at all. It's the difference in time and space that made him look like this now..."

Xiaoyaozi nodded slowly, his eyes filled with emotion and helplessness: "The obsession with returning home, coupled with the desperate situation after transmigrating, is enough to drive a person completely into darkness."

Even so, sacrificing time and space, and harming billions of lives, is absolutely unacceptable.

Li Sinan slowly came back to his senses, the shock in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by an even more resolute and determined air.

He knew that the Zhao Yan before him had been consumed by despair and could never be awakened.

All he could do was stop him, stop Su Muchen and the others, protect the rules of all the heavens and myriad realms, and safeguard the safety of billions of living beings.

"Sanction me? Hahahaha—!"

Zhao Yan suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh, the sound cold and piercing, carrying a dense aura of darkness that echoed over Kunlun Ruins, sending chills down one's spine.

He laughed until his whole body trembled, but there was no smile in his eyes, only an unyielding gloom and mockery, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

As the laughter subsided, Zhao Yan abruptly stopped smiling, his eyes instantly turning sinister and piercing as he stared intently at Li Sinan.

His voice was deep and cold, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression: "Li Sinan!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone full of provocation, and the dark aura around him surged wildly.

The pressure from the Shattered Realm surged again, almost rivaling that of Li Sinan's seventh-level Shattered Realm pressure, showing no fear whatsoever: "Didn't you ever think about how you died in my timeline?"

These words resounded like a thunderclap in the void, carrying a strong sense of malice and mockery.

Li Sinan was shocked, the majesty in his eyes instantly froze, replaced by disbelief and astonishment.

He stared intently at Zhao Yan, the power of the myriad world rules surrounding him slightly disordered: "You... what did you say?"

Looking at Li Sinan's shocked expression, Zhao Yan curled his lips into a cruel and triumphant smile.

His eyes grew increasingly gloomy, his tone tinged with mockery: "What? You can't believe it? Or perhaps you have no idea that in another timeline, you already died at my hands?"

He took a step forward, and the dark aura around him surged toward Li Sinan like a tide.

He unleashed the power of the Shattered Realm without reservation. Even facing Li Sinan, the strongest being in all the realms and a seventh-level Shattered Realm cultivator, he did not flinch. Instead, he became even more arrogant: "You think you can subdue me with your meager strength? Li Sinan, you are too naive!"

Everyone could clearly sense that Zhao Yan was very confident.

His aura was both calm and violent, and he was not suppressed by Li Sinan's seventh-level Shattering Realm pressure at all. On the contrary, he seemed to have the potential to suppress Li Sinan.

Clearly, Li Sinan, at the seventh level of the Shattering Realm, does not seem to pose a real threat to Zhao Yan; his strength is far greater than everyone imagined.

Li Sinan stared blankly at Zhao Yan, his shock barely concealed, his mind a complete mess.

He never imagined that he would die at Zhao Yan's hands in another time and space, and judging from Zhao Yan's appearance, these words were definitely not empty talk.

Looking at the unfamiliar Zhao Yan before him, he felt a sense of apprehension for the first time—this man, consumed by despair, had actually become so powerful.

"You're lying!" Li Sinan snapped back to reality, shouting angrily, a hint of anger and disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"I am in charge of the Cautious Conduct Division, and I control the rules of all the heavens and myriad realms. How could I, with the strength of a seventh-level Shattering Realm cultivator, possibly die at your hands? You are clearly bluffing!"

"Bluster?" Zhao Yan sneered, a cruel killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Whether it's bluffing or not, you'll find out soon enough! In my timeline, not only did you die at my hands, but your Shenxing Division was also completely wiped out. Those so-called rules are nothing but shackles used to bind the weak in my eyes!"

He raised his hand, and a black energy condensed at his fingertips. Within the energy, one could vaguely see countless wronged souls struggling, radiating a suffocating resentment and killing intent.

His tone was arrogant and unquestionable: "Today, I'll show you how you die by my hand in my own timeline! Li Sinan, are you ready to die?"

Looking at the scene before him from above, Su Muchen's eyes flashed with a mixture of relief and determination.

He knew that Zhao Yan's strength was enough to restrain Li Sinan.

As long as Zhao Yan can keep Li Sinan occupied, they will have a chance to continue advancing their plan to intercept the river of time and space, and a chance to embark on their journey home.

Just as Zhao Yan and Li Sinan were on the verge of a fierce battle, a calm and heavy voice suddenly rang out from among the thirty transmigrators.

Breaking the tense atmosphere, his gaze fixed on Wei Yu below, his tone filled with complex emotions—expectation and resolve: "Sentinel Wei Yu!"

Everyone turned to look at the figure who had spoken.

The man was dressed in a gray robe, and his aura was equally powerful. His eyes held an unyielding weariness and obsession.

He gazed at Wei Yu, speaking each word clearly and distinctly throughout Kunlun Ruins: "Throughout countless timelines, countless time travelers have selflessly and tirelessly journeyed home, even at the cost of their lives; and countless others have willingly burned their own cultivation and sacrificed themselves to protect you, just to give you a sliver of hope!"

His voice trembled slightly, carrying a long-suppressed despair and resentment.

Every word seemed to roar from the depths of his heart: "But no matter what we do, no matter how much we sacrifice, those versions of us in those different times, along with you, died in the myriad realms, on our way home, leaving not even a sliver of hope behind!"

He paused for a moment, then took a step forward, the gray mist around him churning slightly.

His eyes were filled with fervent anticipation as he stared intently at Wei Yu, his tone resolute and unwavering: "Only you in this timeline have the unique anchor point. Only you can break the shackles of time and space, and lead all of us time travelers successfully on our journey home! Wei Yu, you cannot back down, and you cannot fail!"