All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Wang He let out a deep shout, and the spiritual power around him instantly exploded to its maximum.

The gleaming white sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a shower of golden leaves, dancing in the wind, each leaf containing a sharp, evil-dispelling power.

Like an autumn gale, it swept across the entire route home.

Wherever fallen leaves land, the rushing legions of death, whether human corpses, dragon remains, or monster skeletons, are instantly reduced to clumps of decaying leaves as if scorched by flames.

It vanished into the spatial-temporal turbulence of the passage, leaving not a trace.

Li Tian's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He subconsciously channeled all the magic power within him, condensing a thick black magical barrier in front of him in an attempt to block the attack of the falling leaves.

At the same time, the staff in his hand disappeared, replaced by a jet-black greatsword.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to step forward and kill Wang He with his own hands, but as soon as he took a step, he found his body slowly going weak.

Completely powerless, he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, his skin visibly drying and decaying until it turned into a clump of rotting leaves and dissipated in the turbulent current.

Wang He watched Li Tian's disappearing figure, his eyes showing no joy, only a sense of complexity and heaviness.

He spoke softly, his tone filled with helplessness and determination: "There's no right or wrong, I didn't want it to be this way!"

"Your experiences are the reason you've become like this, and I feel deep sympathy for you. But I also have a promise I must keep: my girl is still waiting for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang He dispersed the fallen leaves around him, and with a flash, rushed towards the original spacetime deep within the passage.

Just as Wang He was about to reach the end of the passage, a violent black torrent suddenly swept in from all sides of the passage.

It instantly enveloped the entire route home.

He paused, clearly sensing that this spacetime was being eroded by the torrent, and the void wall was becoming increasingly fragile.

Before long, this spacetime will be completely swallowed by the torrent, and the native Earth he is about to arrive at will also be reduced to nothing.

At this critical moment, the cold and arrogant voice of the will of the torrent once again resounded in Wang He's sea of ​​consciousness.

With a hint of mockery and an air of absolute certainty: "You're quite good; you defeated my gatekeeper."

"Now you want to save this void? It's simple! You, and your original timeline, become my slaves, and I will withdraw the torrent and spare your lives."

Wang He's expression changed drastically, his spiritual energy instantly became chaotic, and his eyes were filled with rage—this surging will was actually playing tricks on him!

But this fury did not last long; he quickly suppressed it, and only a cold resolve remained in his eyes.

Clearly, he had anticipated all of this.

"Do you think we transmigrators are all spineless cowards who can be manipulated by others?" Wang He sneered, his voice strong and clear, echoing throughout the passage enveloped by the torrent.

"You're wrong! From the moment we embarked on this journey through time, we never intended to bow down to any powerful force!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden leaves that the longswords around him transformed into slowly floated out and covered the entire passage.

Each fallen leaf emitted a faint glow, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding raging torrent.

Wang He raised his eyes, his gaze full of mockery, his tone carrying a hint of certainty: "Guess why I was the first to step forward?"

"Hahaha!" Wang He laughed loudly, his laughter full of confidence and disdain.

"We've read so many novels, watched so many movies and short dramas, and seen so many conspiracies and tricks. Do you really think we're just mindless pawns you can manipulate?"

"From the moment we learned of the existence of the will of the torrent, we were already prepared!"

His eyes turned cold, and his tone grew increasingly sharp as he said, enunciating each word clearly: "You are nothing more than a pawn in the myriad dimensions of time and space, a pawn who thinks he controls everything!"

"Today, I will show you that your biggest mistake was arrogance!"

Then, Wang He slowly closed his eyes, and his aura suddenly changed.

No longer sharp or resolute, it has become like the setting sun, faint yet profound; or like the fallen leaves of late autumn, desolate yet steadfast, devoid of any edge, leaving only silent perseverance.

"My steadfastness in the twilight," Wang He's voice was soft yet firm, like a whisper, yet piercing through the roar of the torrent, "is like the fallen leaves of late autumn, even in their withering, they have a place to return to."

"I will greet the new day's sunlight," he continued in a whisper, the fallen leaves around him beginning to glow faintly, "I will nourish the earth of early spring, and even in death, I will leave behind hope."

His voice suddenly turned sharp, and Wang He abruptly opened his eyes, a resolute glint flashing in them, before letting out a fierce roar.

"I will sacrifice myself! I will become the curse of twilight! I will imprison your time forever!"

"Shengqiu! Corrupt him!!"

As Wang He's roar subsided, the countless golden leaves floating around him instantly transformed into dazzling streaks of light.

They rushed headlong into the black torrent of the packaged passage, like moths to a flame, merging into the torrent without hesitation.

The originally raging, unstoppable black torrent gradually slowed down from its initial violent agitation.

The black light surrounding him grew dimmer, like that of an old man who was on his deathbed. Gone was the previous rage and oppressive aura. It slowly calmed down and stopped churning.

"You want to defeat me? Hahaha!" The voice of the Torrent Will rang out again, carrying a hint of rage and resentment, but less of its previous arrogance.

"Wang He! You transmigrators! You are too naive! I am the primordial will of the Great Flow, how could a mere transmigrator like you completely seal me away?"

Wang He's body trembled slightly, and his aura grew weaker and weaker. Clearly, the price of sacrificing himself was constantly eroding his soul.

But his gaze remained firm, and his tone was cold and forceful: "Of course you can run, you can even escape to other time and space and continue to harm other time travelers."

"However, the curse of Shengqiu will transform into a bone-deep poison, forever remaining within your very essence!"

"If any transmigrator is willing to sacrifice themselves, it will activate Sheng Qiu's power, endlessly corrupting you until it completely annihilates you!"

After saying that, Wang He ignored the rage and roar of the raging torrent of will, used his last bit of strength, and flew towards the original Earth deep in the passage.

There, lies the girl he longs for day and night, and the home he must protect.

Even if his soul is damaged, even if the road ahead is unknown, he will never turn back.

Looking at the Earth before me.

That feeling of soon seeing the girl I love.

The excitement of seeing one's parents.

This made Wang He stand outside Earth, lost in thought, like a little child.

Then Wang He closed his eyes, as if making a decision, and rushed towards Earth.