All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

"I'll do it!"

A powerful voice suddenly rang out, and before the words had even finished, a figure dressed in black stepped out from the crowd of transmigrators.

He stood tall and straight, his eyes resolute. Without the slightest hesitation, he leaped into the air and flew towards the original time-space passage that belonged to him before he had traveled through time.

He was Wang He, a man who had wandered through countless worlds for many years, yet always longed for his homeland.

Wang He slowly entered the passage, where spacetime turbulence surged.

In the hazy light, an old figure slowly emerged, blocking his path.

He was an elderly man with white hair, also dressed in black, but the loose fabric could not hide his exhaustion.

His aged face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were filled with vicissitudes and sorrow, yet a chilling aura lingered around him.

"Young man, returning home isn't always the best thing," the white-haired old man said slowly, his voice hoarse and heavy, carrying an indescribable sorrow.

"My children abandoned me, and I almost died on the street."

"I adopted them all by myself, raised them, and scrimped and saved to send them to school, but in the end, all I got was to be alone on the streets in my old age."

He sighed softly, his eyes filled with even deeper sorrow, his tone brimming with despair and resentment.

"My son seized my house and kicked me out so he could get married; my daughter stole all the money I had saved up in my life so that her child could buy a house in a good school district."

"I've lived my whole life, treating them with my whole heart, and yet this is how I've ended up."

"Just as I was about to die, I arrived in another world with this wretched body." The white-haired old man's tone gradually became more erratic, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

"In this world, there is magic, there is battle aura, and there is everything I have never seen on Earth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man's aura suddenly exploded.

The violent magic and battle aura intertwined, instantly sweeping through the entire Homecoming Passage, causing the spatial-temporal turbulence within the passage to become chaotic.

He threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with mockery and sorrow: "In that world, I actually became a genius who excelled in both magic and martial arts! How laughable!"

"I, an old man abandoned by my children and on the verge of death, have somehow become a genius revered by everyone! Hahaha! Isn't that ridiculous!"

The laughter gradually subsided, and the white-haired old man's eyes instantly turned cold and violent, his tone filled with boundless hatred.

"Despite everyone's pity, I resolutely decided to cultivate! Later, I encountered a friendship that I shouldn't have had!"

"We formed an adventurer team, and those kids were such good people—kind, upright, and sincere, treating me like family."

"But do you know what happened afterward?"

He clenched his fists tightly, his magic and fighting spirit becoming increasingly violent, his voice hoarse and angry, filled with a heart-wrenching roar.

"Fellow transmigrators! Those people from Earth, just like us! They cruelly murdered them!!!!"

The violent magic and battle aura raged through the homeward passage, causing the passage walls to tremble violently and countless spatial currents to surge wildly, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The white-haired old man stared coldly at Wang He, his tone full of authority and hostility as he spoke, word by word.

"Youngster, remember this! I am the God of Death! The Heavenly Emperor! Li Tian!"

Wang He shuddered, sensing the violent aura surrounding Li Tian. His eyes showed no fear, only determination and resolve.

He took a deep breath, his tone heavy yet firm: "I don't know why those time travelers killed your companions, I'm sorry."

"But today! I must return home! My girl is still on Earth waiting for me to save her; I cannot let her suffer the same fate as you!"

"Today, I, Wang He, must return! Those who stand in my way shall die!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang He's aura exploded out instantly.

The sharp spiritual power clashed fiercely with the heavenly magic and battle qi!

"Boom—!" With a loud bang, two terrifying forces intertwined and collided in the homecoming passage.

This caused the turbulent currents in the passage to surge abnormally, the halo to distort, and the entire passage to tremble violently, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

"Death, wandering in the river of time! Heed my call! Become the prelude to death! Infect those before you!"

Li Tian roared to the sky, his voice hoarse yet majestic, and a surge of violent magic power instantly gathered around him.

A jet-black staff appeared in his hand without his knowledge, with a dark blue skull gem embedded at the top, radiating a chilling aura.

He gripped his staff tightly with both hands, rapidly chanting obscure and difficult-to-understand death incantations.

The surrounding spacetime turbulence was corrupted by this strange magical aura, becoming increasingly violent.

"Death Requiem!"

With a sharp shout from Li Tiantian, the chanting abruptly stopped. He pointed his staff at Wang He, and the death magic around him instantly erupted to its peak.

Countless jet-black runes erupted from the tip of the staff, transforming into twisted, deathly phantoms.

Like the wails of countless wronged souls, they intertwined to form a desperate prelude to the soul, carrying a world-destroying power as it frantically attacked Wang He.

Wherever those phantoms of death passed, the glow on the passage walls dimmed instantly, the spatial-temporal turbulence was completely shattered, and even the air seemed to freeze, exuding a suffocating aura of death.

Wang He's eyes narrowed, showing no sign of backing down, and the spiritual energy around him became even more fierce.

A pure white longsword instantly materialized in his hand, its blade shimmering with a faint light, a stark contrast to the deathly aura emanating from the heavens.

He shouted, his voice filled with determination: "No one can stop me today!"

"A single sword can dispel the sorrow of autumn!"

"A thousand songs to soothe the soul!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang He flashed forward, wielding his long sword, and charged towards the countless phantoms of death.

As the longsword was swung, a sharp white sword aura shot into the sky.

The sword energy contained his deep longing for his homeland and his yearning for his beloved girl, transforming into a desolate autumn scene.

It appears gentle, yet it carries the power to dispel evil and restore righteousness, colliding fiercely with Li Tian's Death Requiem.

"Boom—!"

White sword energy and black death phantoms intertwined and collided, two completely different forces erupting in the homecoming passage with a deafening roar.

The wails of death mingled with the hum of sword energy, causing the passage to tremble violently. Countless fragments of stone fell from the passage walls, and the turbulent currents of time and space surged wildly.

It was as if the entire route home was about to collapse completely in this collision.

Wang He gritted his teeth, gripped his longsword tightly, and exerted all his strength to unleash the spiritual power within his body, attempting to break through the death magic of the heavens and rush towards his original spacetime passage.

"You brat! If you don't defeat me, you'll never return home!" Li Tian roared to the sky, his voice filled with sorrow and violence, a desperate madness flashing in his eyes.

"I am already a person who has lost my homeland! Abandoned by my native soil, betrayed by my compatriots, there is no place for me in this world!"

"Today, you will turn into dust! Keep this old man company!"

"The Legion of Death! Descend!"

With a sharp shout, Li Tian plunged his black staff into the floor of the passage.

The obscure incantation rang out again, and the death magic around him surged wildly, tearing open a huge black summoning circle in front of him.

Black energy surged within the summoning circle, and countless mangled corpses spewed out from it—the remains of human cultivators, the shattered scales of dragon corpses, and the grotesque skeletons of demonic beasts.

Countless and densely packed, shrouded in a thick aura of death, they let out hoarse roars and pounced madly towards Wang He.

"Damn it!" Wang He's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the swarming legion of death, a flash of anger in his eyes, his tone full of determination.

"I didn't want this! But since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

"Become fallen leaves, autumn! Blow them away!"