All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The fighting on the battlefield grew increasingly fierce, with the sounds of metal clashing and spiritual energy colliding constantly ringing out.

Blood stained the ground of Kunlun Ruins, and gravel and dust flew wildly in the gale.

Just as the time travelers and Shenxingsi were locked in fierce battle, a piercing roar suddenly came from all directions of Kunlun Ruins.

One after another, dark figures surged out from the void rifts like a tide—the hunters once again flooded into the battlefield on a massive scale!

Some of these hunters were remnants who had managed to escape earlier, while others were reinforcements who had come from other dimensions.

Surrounded by a dense aura of darkness, with empty and violent eyes, he charged toward the center of the battlefield without regard for the cost.

Indiscriminately attacking friend and foe alike, they instantly turned the already chaotic battlefield into an even worse mess.

Meanwhile, the various forces from all realms surrounding the battlefield remained inactive.

Whether it was the Youyue Dynasty, the Duoming Tower, or other sects large and small, the cultivators simply stood quietly in place.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, showing no intention of making a rash move.

Clearly, their gathering at Kunlun Ruins was not simply to watch the battle, nor was it to take sides.

Instead, they had already received the message from the Shenxing Division, were on other secret missions, and had been waiting for the most suitable time to make their move.

Until the hunters poured in on a large scale, launching a frenzied attack on all forces, even affecting innocent cultivators around Kunlun Ruins.

These forces, which have been lying dormant for so long, have finally broken their silence!

"Attack! Slay the hunters!" Emperor Zichen of the Youyue Dynasty shouted fiercely, his purple spiritual power surging.

He flashed forward and charged toward the hunters beside him, a purple longsword materializing in his hand, its blade gleaming sharply.

He killed several low-level hunters with a single move.

Following closely behind, cultivators from the Deadly Tower and various sects took action, unleashing their full spiritual power.

They swarmed towards the hunters, instantly engaging them in a fierce battle with shouts that shook the heavens and the earth.

They may have different stances, or they may have some grudges against the time travelers and the Shenxing Division.

But faced with the common enemy of the hunters, everyone temporarily put aside their differences and worked together to resist the hunters' frenzied attacks.

Because the hunters actually hunted down cultivators in all the heavens and myriad worlds and made them into puppets, and they didn't know what methods they used to capture a small-scale torrent and pour it into the puppets!

For a time, various forces were intertwined on the battlefield.

The battles between the transmigrators and the Shenxing Division, the conflicts between various forces and the hunters, all intertwined, creating extreme chaos.

On the other side, Chen Su, Xiaoyaozi and Fenlie simultaneously locked their gazes on four figures on one side of the battlefield—Han Xuanxuan, Karen, Xuanqing, and Xueyang, who were being controlled!

The four still had empty eyes, surrounded by a strong aura of hunters, and were attacking the surrounding cultivators aimlessly.

Although their power was not as great as that of the Shattering Realm cultivators, it was extremely strange, and ordinary cultivators were no match for them.

"We can't let them continue to wreak havoc!" A look of seriousness flashed in Fen Lie's eyes, and the power of his flames surged.

Transforming into a fiery red afterimage, he charged towards Xuan Qing first, a flaming longsword materializing in his hand, its blade gleaming brightly.

With a scorching heat, it slashed fiercely at Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing showed no reaction, but mechanically raised his hand, condensed a black energy, and clashed fiercely with the blazing flame longsword.

With a loud "boom," flames and dark energy intertwined and collided, sparks flying everywhere.

Chen Su and Xiaoyaozi also made their moves at the same time. Chen Su was surrounded by a faint evil god power. He flashed and stood in front of Han Xuanxuan.

Xiaoyaozi held a whisk in his hand. With a wave of the whisk, countless white spiritual energy threads surged out and wrapped around Karen.

He tried to restrain her movements while chanting incantations, attempting to awaken Karen's senses with a calming spell: "Karen, break free from this control, find yourself again!"

The four manipulated individuals, like soulless puppets, remained completely unaffected and continued their frenzied attacks.

Han Xuanxuan raised her hand and conjured a black claw, which she viciously grabbed at Chen Su. The claw was surrounded by a dense dark aura and carried a deadly threat.

Karen's dark energy surged, breaking free from Xiaoyaozi's spiritual energy threads, and she threw a punch at Xiaoyaozi with fierce and unstoppable force.

In an instant, three battlefields unfolded simultaneously: Chen Su was fighting Han Xuanxuan, Xiaoyaozi was entangled with Karen, and Fen Lie was restraining Xuan Qing and Xue Yang.

The sounds of spiritual energy colliding and weapons clashing rose and fell.

All three of them were powerful figures, but facing the four people who were being controlled by their hunters, who disregarded pain and showed no signs of fatigue, they gradually began to feel the pressure.

They could only do their utmost to defend themselves from the attacks while trying to rouse their minds.

In the center of the battlefield, Su Muchen stood within the magic array, staring intently at Wei Yu below, his tone filled with urgency.

At the same time, we must keep an eye on the surrounding battle situation: "Wei Yu! There's no time! The number of hunters is increasing. If we don't act now, we will all be buried here, and our way home will be completely cut off!"

While Zhao Yan was engaged in a fierce battle with Li Sinan, he was also killing the hunters who approached the magic array.

The dark aura surrounding him grew increasingly violent, his tone filled with impatience and rage: "Wei Yu! If you hesitate any longer, I'll kill you first, then personally analyze the coordinates! Don't think we really can't do without you!"

Just as Wei Yu was torn between two obsessions and remained hesitant, a small, thin figure was suddenly thrown into the air from the chaotic crowd.

Like a kite with a broken string, it crashed down hard towards Wei Yu!

It was a little girl with pigtails, about five or six years old, her face covered in tears, and her body stained with dust and blood.

Its eyes were filled with fear, and it was making weak whimpering noises, which made people's hearts tighten.

Wei Yu's pupils contracted sharply, his heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to catch the little girl.

But for some reason, his hands felt as heavy as lead, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift them.

He could only watch helplessly as that small, thin figure plummeted toward him.

He stared blankly at his hands, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness—even though the anchor points within his body were still resonating intensely, even though he possessed the strength of the Breakthrough Realm.

But at this moment, he couldn't even protect a little girl.

"Thump—!"

With a soft but piercing thud, the little girl's body crashed heavily in front of Wei Yu.

Its small body twitched slightly, its whimpers grew weaker, and a trace of bright red blood trickled from the corner of its mouth.

Seeing this, Wei Yu felt as if his heart was being violently squeezed, and he could hardly breathe.

Just then, a cold figure rushed over; it was an inspector from the Shenxing Division.

He held a sharp longsword in his hand, his eyes cold and devoid of any pity. The sword was raised high, carrying a fierce killing intent.

He slashed straight at the little girl who was dying on the ground—in his eyes, this little girl might be a remnant of the transmigrators, or just an insignificant ant in the chaotic battlefield.

His mission was to eradicate the threat completely.

"No!" Wei Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and the despair and anger in his heart erupted instantly.

He screamed with all his might, trying to break free of his hands, but it was all in vain.

He could only watch helplessly as the long sword was about to fall, his eyes filled with pain and powerlessness.

At this critical moment, a white figure appeared as if by lightning.

With a light yet firm figure, he stood in front of the little girl without hesitation—that was Yang Qinghuan!

He wore the silver uniform of the Shenxing Division, exuding a faint aura of rule, his eyes resolute, showing no sign of backing down.

He faced the inspector's long sword head-on.

"There's no need to go to extremes," Yang Qinghuan's voice was calm yet powerful, carrying an undeniable firmness.

"She's just a child; arresting and interrogating her would have sufficed. Why resort to murder?"

The inspector's long sword froze in mid-air, a flash of rage and disbelief in his eyes.

He stared intently at Yang Qinghuan, and shouted sternly, "Get out of the way! Yang Qinghuan! Are you going to betray the Shenxing Division?"

"The Director has ordered that anyone connected to a transmigrator be killed without exception! Your obstruction today is an act of defiance against the Cautious Conduct Division and against the rules of all realms!"

Yang Qinghuan remained unmoved, still standing in front of the little girl, his eyes calmly fixed on the inspector.

His tone was calm: "I have neither betrayed the Cautious Conduct Division nor violated the rules. The rules protect millions of lives, not the indiscriminate killing of the innocent."

A child who is powerless should not be a victim of the rules.

"Stubborn fool!" The inspector's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised his long sword once more.

He was about to strike at Yang Qinghuan and the little girl together, saying, "Since you insist on protecting her, don't blame me for being impolite. Today, I will kill you as well!"

"Yang Qinghuan, you have done right by yourself, and you have done right by the way I let you go back then."

A deep and resonant voice suddenly rang out, carrying an immense pressure that instantly echoed throughout a corner of the battlefield.

Before the words were finished, a dazzling red axe beam suddenly descended from the sky, unstoppable and carrying earth-shattering power.

He slashed straight at the inspector of the Shenxing Division!

The inspector's expression changed drastically. He had no time to react and could only instinctively raise his hand to block.

With a crisp "crack—!", the long sword in his hand was instantly cleaved in two by the red axe blade.

The axe's momentum hadn't subsided when it slammed down on him, splitting him in two, and black blood gushed out.

He stopped breathing instantly.

Everyone turned their heads, their eyes fixed on the direction from which the axe light had come, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

A man dressed in red slowly walked over, holding a huge red battle axe, surrounded by a rich red light.

Its aura is powerful and domineering, truly Junyi!

He slowly walked to Yang Qinghuan's side, his gaze sweeping over the little girl on the ground, and then looking at Wei Yu, who looked completely bewildered.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said in a low voice, "Back then, I let you go because I hoped you could stay true to yourself and not be bound by the rules."

Today, it seems you haven't let me down.

It turns out that the owner of the giant hand that Yang Qinghuan encountered after his battle with Lin Nuannuan was none other than Jun Yi!

Yang Qinghuan bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Thank you for your mercy back then, Mr. Jun. I will never forget my original intention."

Wei Yu stood there, looking at Jun Yi in front of him, and then at Yang Qinghuan who was standing in front of the little girl.

The inner struggle intensified once again.

Junyi's appearance was like a thunderbolt, shattering his original understanding—the person who saved him back then was actually Junyi.

Yang Qinghuan, a member of the Shenxing Division, actually betrayed his fellow disciples to protect an innocent little girl.

All of this made him even more confused: what is right and what is wrong?

His obsession with returning home, his adherence to the rules, and the loss of innocent lives—what choice should he make?