All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Wang He's figure pierced through the halo of light at the end of the passage and slowly landed among a group of familiar buildings.

The air was filled with his ingrained aura—this was his native Earth, the place he had longed for day and night for thousands of epochs of wandering.

Despite his weakened state due to the damage to his soul, he flashed and sped towards the familiar hospital from his memory.

The anxiety and trepidation in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

The moment Wang He pushed open the ward door, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes instantly reddening.

Hot tears streamed down her face without warning.

The ward was quiet. On the white hospital bed lay a girl with a pale face but still beautiful features.

Her eyes were closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and an IV line was inserted into her arm, with the medicine slowly flowing into her body.

That was Xiaohan, the girl who had been etched deep in his heart for tens of thousands of eons, the girl he felt deeply guilty about and missed day and night.

Thoughts surged like a tide, and all those long-forgotten memories surfaced at this moment.

He and Xiaohan grew up together, a time that should have been carefree.

A sudden car accident took away Xiaohan's parents, turning this once happy little girl into an orphan overnight.

Fortunately, Wang He's parents were kind-hearted and resolutely adopted Xiao Han.

From then on, the two truly became like siblings, going to school together, playing together, and spending countless warm years together.

Wang He had long ago placed this gentle yet resilient girl in the most important place in his heart.

But the happy times were short-lived. Just as the two were about to come of age, Xiaohan was suddenly diagnosed with leukemia.

That diagnosis was like a bolt from the blue, shattering all their hopes.

Fortunately, after testing, Wang He and Xiao Han were found to be a bone marrow match.

That was Xiaohan's only hope for survival, and Wang He's only obsession—he vowed to save Xiaohan and to stay with her through thick and thin.

But fate played a cruel joke; just a week before the surgery, a strange light swept in.

He was forcibly dragged into the myriad worlds, leaving Xiaohan alone to face the torment of illness, and leaving his parents alone to endure despair and suffering.

For tens of thousands of years, he wandered the world, experienced life and death, cultivated and became stronger, but the guilt in his heart never dissipated in the slightest.

He dreamed countless times of Xiaohan's desperate eyes and blamed himself countless times for his powerlessness.

I prayed countless times that if I had the chance, I would return to her side and fulfill the promise I made back then.

Beside the hospital bed, Wang He's parents were talking in hushed tones, their brows furrowed with exhaustion and worry.

A few more strands of white hair had appeared at their temples; clearly, they had exhausted themselves for Xiaohan over the past two months.

Wang He slowly walked forward, looking at the familiar faces on the hospital bed and at his parents' aged appearance, his tears flowed even more freely.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but a relieved smile slowly appeared on his lips.

She murmured to herself, "Thank goodness, thank goodness I made it in time... Thank goodness, the time I returned to was two months after I left."

"Xiaohan, I'm back. This time, I will never leave you again."

His voice was soft, yet it carried an unwavering determination.

The lingering spiritual energy around Xiaohan quietly lingered, forming a faint barrier to protect the girl he had longed for for tens of thousands of epochs.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the hospital bed and on Wang He.

It dispelled his weariness and vicissitudes, and also illuminated the gentleness and determination in his eyes.

Just as Wang He was softly murmuring, Xiao Han on the hospital bed had her long eyelashes flutter a few times.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Her eyes remained clear and gentle, without a trace of the resentment that came with illness.

His gaze pierced through the hazy light and landed precisely on Wang He, a faint smile slowly curving his lips.

Sunlight streamed through the window, gently bathing Xiaohan in its glow and casting a soft golden hue over her pale face.

It was as if the illness had never befallen her; she remained the same lively, gentle girl with a smile in her eyes.

"You're back." Xiaohan's voice was soft, with a slight hoarseness from just waking up.

Yet her gentleness could melt away all the vicissitudes and weariness. She looked at Wang He quietly, her eyes filled with longing and concern.

"I had a dream."

Wang He shuddered, and his eyes reddened again.

He slowly squatted down, took Xiaohan's cold hand in his hand, his voice choked with emotion, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Xiaohan gently grasped his hand in return, her eyes filled with tenderness and heartache, and slowly spoke.

"I dreamt that you went to another world, a dangerous world, where you experienced a lot of pain and suffering."

"I watched you being chased, watched you face perilous situations, watched you struggle alone in the darkness."

"But there's nothing I can do but call your name over and over in my dreams, hoping you'll come back safely."

Wang He's parents, who were standing to the side, had already turned away and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

Looking at her son, whom she had lost and found again, she could no longer contain her emotions. She quickly stepped forward and tightly grasped Wang He's arm.

Her voice choked with emotion as she repeated over and over, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back... He'er, you're finally back. Your parents knew you would come back."

Wang He turned to look at his parents, noticing the gray hair at their temples and the weariness and joy in their eyes.

Overwhelmed by guilt and longing, tears streamed down her face.

He knew that his parents and Xiaohan must have endured far too much during the tens of thousands of years he had traveled through.

The relief and concern in their eyes made him realize that they had clearly seen everything he had experienced in the myriad worlds in his dreams.

I have been thinking about him for countless days and nights.

Wang He held Xiao Han's icy hand tightly, feeling the faint warmth from his palm, but his heart ached as if it were being stabbed.

He could clearly sense that the primal power within his body was rapidly draining away, and the cracks in his soul were constantly widening.

Burning his very essence and planting a curse had already left him at his limit, and he wouldn't last much longer.

But he had no regrets. Looking at Xiaohan on the hospital bed and his aging parents beside him, all his exhaustion and pain turned into relief.

He is no longer the helpless boy he once was. Having endured tens of thousands of epochs of trials, he now possesses the power to save Xiaohan and heal her ailments.

They also have the ability to extend the lifespan of their hardworking parents, allowing them to enjoy their later years in peace.

However, this protection was destined not to last.

The battle across the myriad realms continues, and fellow transmigrators are still fighting to save their respective Earths.

But he could no longer intervene in the slightest, and could only remain in this original time and space that belonged to him, guarding the people he cared about.

We wait quietly for news of victory from our fellow countrymen who are also far from home.

He gently stroked Xiaohan's forehead, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

She murmured to herself, "Xiaohan, Mom and Dad, as long as I'm here, I will do everything in my power to protect you."

"Fellow countrymen, may you live up to your steadfast commitment and return in triumph."