All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

As soon as the gray-robed man finished speaking, a figure slowly walked out from among the thirty transmigrators.

His steps were steady, and his aura was both strange and powerful, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone stared intently, their faces filled with disbelief—it was Shen Jianxin!

At this moment, Shen Jianxin is completely different from the righteous and pure-hearted cultivator that everyone remembers.

His body seemed to be split in two, with his left side surrounded by an incomparably sharp white sword aura. The sword aura was sharp and radiated a chilling aura, which was the sword power engraved in his bones.

On the right, however, it was tightly bound by a dense black devouring power. The pitch-black energy writhed like a living thing, emitting a heart-palpitating suction force, as if it could devour everything around it.

Two completely different forces intertwined and collided within his body, yet strangely maintained a balance.

Instead of devouring each other, their auras grew even stronger, far surpassing those of ordinary Shattering Realm experts.

His gaze was calm, yet it carried an indescribable complexity. His eyes slowly moved down, precisely locking onto Shen Jianxin, who was still at the Breaking Realm and exuded righteousness, among the crowd below.

"It feels strange, doesn't it?" Shen Jianxin spoke slowly from above, his voice calm but with a hint of mockery.

A faint smile curved his lips: "Looking at my other self, one still clinging to so-called purity, the other having already accepted all the power within me, I also find it strange, hehe."

He slightly raised his hand, and at the same time, a wisp of sword energy and a trace of devouring power emanated from his fingertips.

The two forces intertwined gently at his fingertips without any conflict.

He looked intently at Shen Jianxin below, his tone carrying a hint of guidance and an undeniable certainty: "Actually, you should have confidence in yourself. The power of devouring is not some kind of monster; it is a power we are born with. There is no need to resist it or reject it."

"It's like your child," Shen Jianxin's tone softened slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes before returning to calm.

"Sometimes it may be mischievous, restless and wanting to devour everything around it, but in the end, it will listen to you and become your strongest help, not your burden."

Shen Jianxin below shuddered, staring blankly at himself in the sky, which was half sword energy and half devouring power.

His eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment.

He had been desperately resisting the devouring power that was quietly growing within him, believing it to be an evil force that would taint his sword heart.

But at this moment, upon hearing the words of his other self, his resolve cracked for the first time.

"You...you're talking nonsense!" Shen Jianxin below suddenly came to his senses and retorted sharply, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

"The power of devouring is sinister and unpredictable; it only leads people astray, turning them into slaves to power. I will never accept it!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jianxin, who was in the air above, simply smiled faintly, without any anger. Instead, he gently shook his head: "Lost your mind? That's just because you're not strong enough to control it."

Did you think that by accepting the power of devouring, I had lost my way? On the contrary, it was precisely because I accepted it that I became stronger and finally saw hope of returning home.

He raised his hand, and the devouring power and sword energy around him surged simultaneously.

The two forces intertwined, forming a black and white energy storm that swept out and gently collided with the surrounding void, emitting a muffled hum.

"You see," he said calmly, yet with a powerful persuasiveness, "as long as you are willing to accept it and master it, it can complement your swordsmanship, making you invincible. It can protect what you want to protect and also lead you on your way home."

The other transmigrators around him all looked down at Shen Jianxin, their eyes filled with expectation and a hint of persuasion.

Many of them had resisted the special power within them.

Ultimately, it was only through despair that they accepted those forces, which gave them their current strength and the means to return home.

Wei Yu looked at Shen Jianxin in the sky above, then at Shen Jianxin struggling below, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He could understand Shen Jianxin's perseverance below, but he also knew that Shen Jianxin's words above were not without reason.

In this dog-eat-dog world, only by accepting everything about oneself and mastering enough power can one find a foothold and have the possibility of returning home.

Li Sinan frowned, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

He could sense that the devouring power emanating from Shen Jianxin in the sky was extremely strange and domineering.

If Shen Jianxin below truly accepts this power, his strength will inevitably surge, and their situation will become even more perilous.

"Shen Jianxin, don't listen to him!" Li Sinan shouted sharply, his voice carrying a hint of warning.

"The power of devouring is extremely sinister. Once you accept it, it will corrupt your mind, ultimately turning you into a monster who only knows how to kill and devour. At that time, you will only regret it!"

Just as Li Sinan warned Shen Jianxin and the two sides remained at loggerheads, a playful yet slightly aggrieved voice suddenly broke the deathly silence of Kunlun Ruins.

His tone was full of helplessness: "Hey, everyone! Don't you all feel like everyone thinks we're the bad guys now?"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound, their faces instantly showing disbelief.

The newcomer was dressed casually, with a few bags of snacks tucked into his hand. His eyes and brows held a hint of nonchalance. He was none other than the mysterious person who had once peddled snacks all over the myriad worlds and was shrouded in mystery!

But no one expected that as soon as he finished speaking, a purple stream of light shot out from among the cultivators of the myriad realms below, like a thunderclap.

The speed was so fast that it left only a blur. Before anyone could even react, they heard a muffled "thump"!

Empress Zi Yuyan of the Youyue Dynasty was surrounded by dense purple spiritual energy, her eyes filled with extreme urgency and rage.

Before the mysterious man could react, she raised her jade-like foot and kicked him hard in the chest!

"puff--!"

Caught off guard, the mysterious man was kicked so hard that his blood surged and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body flew violently towards the Kunlun Mountains behind him, like a kite with a broken string.

With a loud "boom," it crashed into the majestic mountain, instantly filling the air with dust and causing the entire hill to tremble slightly.

But Zi Yuyan showed no sign of stopping, her eagerness undiminished.

His figure transformed into a streak of purple light once more, rushing into the dust-filled mountains without hesitation, leaving only a sharp afterimage.

The next second, a mournful and aggrieved wail echoed from the mountains, resounding throughout the entire Kunlun Ruins: "Hey!! Don't hit me! Don't hit my face! Ahhhhh!! I was wrong, I was wrong, let's talk this out!"

Immediately afterwards, a woman's voice, tinged with sobs and urgency, came from the mountains.

Her voice, brimming with long-suppressed longing and grievance, seemed to shake the very air around her: "Pei Shaoyu!!!! Do you know how much I miss you! Where have you been hiding?!"

"Yu Yan! Yu Yan! Stop it!" The mysterious man screamed in pain, his voice filled with helplessness and protest.

"I'm not from this timeline! I'm really not the Pei Shaoyu you're looking for! Ah! Don't hit my face! You'll disfigure me if you hit me again!"

Within the mountains, the sounds of roaring, fighting, the wails of the mysterious man, and Zi Yuyan's sobs mingled together.

It instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the tense confrontation was completely disrupted by this sudden scene.

Wei Yu, Jiang Wuchen, and the others looked on in astonishment, their eyes filled with confusion as they gazed at the dust-shrouded mountain range.

Pei Shaoyu? Could the Pei Shaoyu that Zi Yuyan mentioned be this mysterious snack seller?

But the mysterious man said that he was not Pei Shaoyu from this time and space. What is going on?

Su Muchen, Zhao Yan, and the others in the sky also temporarily stopped their standoff, their gazes falling on the mountain range, a hint of doubt and impatience flashing in their eyes.

They never expected that such an unexpected incident would occur at this crucial moment, disrupting their plans.

Li Sinan frowned, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

He could sense that Zi Yuyan's spiritual energy was unusually violent, clearly indicating that she was extremely agitated.

The mysterious man's aura, seemingly casual, subtly carried a strange spatial and temporal power, making him far more complex than he appeared.

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, the sounds of fighting in the mountains suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Zi Yuyan helped the mysterious man, whose face was bruised and swollen and whose body was covered in injuries, slowly walk out.

The mysterious man had disheveled hair, bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and bruises all over his face, looking extremely disheveled.

Zi Yuyan's eyes were red and her face was still streaked with tears. Her tone still carried a hint of grievance and resentment.

"You're really not him?" Zi Yuyan looked at the mysterious man, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief, and her tone carrying a last glimmer of hope.

The mysterious man rubbed his cheek, wincing in pain, his voice full of grievance: "Grandma, I'm really not him! I've said it eight hundred times, I'm Pei Shaoyu from another time and space, not the one you know!"

But why are you so violent in that timeline?!

Regardless of the circumstances, Zi Yuyan's gaze towards Pei Shaoyu was filled with an undisguised pitiful vulnerability.

Her long eyelashes were still wet with tears, her eyes were red, and her cheeks were slightly flushed. The majesty of the empress and the rage of before had faded, leaving only a heart full of grievances and resentment.

Like a little girl who has suffered a great injustice and has nowhere to confide in.

However, if one ignores the still lingering, turbulent purple spiritual energy around her, and the spiritual energy that is still trembling slightly at her fingertips and gathering faintly, anyone would feel pity and be unable to criticize her in the slightest.

She bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed intently on Pei Shaoyu's face.

Even knowing that the person in front of her was not Pei Shaoyu, and even after hearing his repeated explanations, the obsession and longing in her heart were still hard to dispel.

The expectation in those eyes was like a flame about to go out; it was faint, yet it refused to be extinguished completely, making one's heart ache.

Pei Shaoyu felt uncomfortable under her gaze and paused in his rubbing of his cheek.

Her tone softened, less aggrieved and more helpless: "What I said is true, I'm really not the Pei Shaoyu you know."

Perhaps, in your time and space, he is also looking for you, but we are in different times and spaces, and we will never meet again.

Zi Yuyan couldn't help but shed tears again, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes, leaving a small wet patch.

She didn't make another move, but just looked at Pei Shaoyu pitifully, her voice choked with sobs and filled with deep grievance: "But...but you look exactly alike, even your auras are somewhat similar, how can I not mistake you for someone else..."

I've been searching for him for so long, I thought I'd finally found him...

The people around looked at the scene with complicated expressions.

No one expected that the high-ranking and decisive Empress of the Youyue Dynasty would reveal such a vulnerable and pitiful side when facing Pei Shaoyu.

The deep-seated longing and grievances are so profound that it's impossible not to be moved.

Wei Yu looked at the two of them and sighed softly.

He could understand Zi Yuyan's feelings—the disappointment and grievance of searching so hard only to mistake someone for someone else, the helplessness of being so close yet so far away.

Perhaps only those who have experienced similar circumstances can truly understand.

Su Muchen, watching this dragging scene from above, grew increasingly impatient.

He shouted sternly, "Enough! Stop with the sentimentality! We don't have much time left. Dealing with Li Sinan and advancing the plan is the most important thing!"

Zhao Yan also glanced coldly at Zi Yuyan and Pei Shaoyu, his tone full of disdain: "A fool who mistook someone for someone else, and a stubborn piece of trash, do they even deserve to delay our important matters?"

If you dare utter another word, don't blame me for killing you all!

Upon hearing Zhao Yan's reprimand, Zi Yuyan's violent spiritual power surged once more, and her eyes instantly turned sharp.

He turned and glared fiercely at Zhao Yan, his tone icy: "Who are you to interrupt me? If you dare say another word, I'll kill you first!"

Pei Shaoyu quickly grabbed Zi Yuyan and said helplessly, "Grandma, don't be impulsive! We're no match for him right now, don't throw your lives away!"

He knew that Zhao Yan was incredibly powerful, and didn't even put Li Sinan in his eyes.

No matter how strong Zi Yuyan is, she is no match for Zhao Yan. If she were to actually fight, she would only suffer a loss for nothing.