All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The fierce and violent atmosphere of the world had not yet dissipated, and the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield still lingered in the air, making people's throats tighten.

As Whale Cry was sorting out the deployments of various forces, a gentle yet highly penetrating wave of consciousness suddenly entered his senses—it was a message from the very origin of Earth.

The words were clear and distinct, striking him like a jolt.

The message clearly revealed Wang He's sacrifices: he sacrificed his own essence to plant the "Autumn" curse, which held back the raging torrent.

He gave his all to make it possible to return home, and was finally able to reunite with his family and keep his dreams alive.

Jingming felt a lump in his throat, his heart filled with admiration and emotion, and he no longer hesitated.

He immediately gathered all his spiritual power, and his voice, imbued with piercing spiritual energy, pierced through layers of spacetime barriers, issuing a resounding announcement to all his fellow transmigrators.

"Announcement to all realms! All wanderers, listen up!" The whale's cry suddenly rose in pitch.

His spiritual energy, imbued with his emotions, pierced through the noise of the battlefield, each word striking a chord in people's hearts.

"Wang He sacrificed his life to pave our way out! He offered his own essence, planting the 'Autumn Curse,' so that we could protect our homeland and return to our loved ones!"

"Wang He has successfully returned home and reunited with his family. He has given us all hope in his own way!"

These words contained exhilaration, heartache, and an unwavering determination, deeply impacting the hearts of every time traveler with Wang He's sacrifice and perseverance.

With the roar of whales, Wang He's past unfolded clearly in the minds of every time traveler, like a movie playing.

He fought his way through countless worlds, was hunted by powerful enemies but never retreated, and fought with all his might to protect his companions, never bowing his head even when he was covered in wounds.

In the end, in order to pave the way home for all wanderers and to restrain the flood, he resolutely burned his own essence, planted a curse, and left the hope of life to others.

At this moment, all the confusion and hesitation in the hearts of the transmigrators were replaced by burning passion—yes, if Wang He could do it, so could they!

No one hesitated anymore, no one backed down. Their eyes became as firm as iron, and they turned around and rushed towards their own time-space passage.

Every step is filled with longing for their homeland, and every step carries with it a do-or-die determination.

All the hesitation and fear I had felt before vanished completely at this moment!

A fierce fire ignited in the eyes of every time traveler—a burning desire for their homeland, a longing for their loved ones, and a profound respect for Wang He's sacrifices!

Without hesitation or retreat, they leaped into the air and sped toward their own time-space passages.

With firm steps and resolute eyes, he had only one thought in his mind: he must protect his homeland, he must fulfill Wang He's unfinished wish, and he must not let his sacrifice go to waste!

Junyi and Nianshang stood side by side in front of Xiaoyaozi, their eyes red and their faces full of reluctance and guilt.

His lips moved repeatedly, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "Master, we...we want to go back, we want to protect our homeland, we want to be with our families."

"But we're worried about you, afraid that you'll be here alone, facing those dangers by yourself."

The choked voices revealed their deep reluctance to part, and anyone could see the profound affection they had for their mentor.

"Hahaha!" Xiaoyaozi burst into laughter, his hearty laughter instantly dispelling the sadness in the air.

The relief in his eyes was impossible to hide. "Silly children, since your master dared to let you go, you have the ability to protect yourselves!"

"You are my pride, the hope of all those who have wandered far from home. Go quickly! Protect your homeland, protect what you cherish. Don't let Wang He's sacrifice be in vain, don't leave yourselves with regrets!"

His voice was firm and resolute, every word conveying conviction, giving Junyi and Nian Shang a strong sense of confidence.

The moment he finished speaking, Xiaoyaozi suddenly unleashed a powerful aura of the Shattered Realm.

Golden power of rules surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield.

Those restless spatial currents instantly became docile in the face of this powerful force, and most of the malevolent energy in the air dissipated.

He wanted to use his own strength to protect the escape route behind these returning travelers, to safeguard this hard-won hope, and to live up to every bit of perseverance and sacrifice.

At the same time, the native cultivators of all the heavens and myriad realms also put down their battles and shed their previous vigilance and alienation.

They looked at the time travelers heading home with admiration in their eyes, and turned around to stand guard on the battlefield, fighting alongside Xiaoyaozi.

They may not be time travelers, or they may have no connection to Earth, but they understand that protecting these wanderers is protecting a hope, protecting the warmth and humanity of the world.

Some were holding their lovers' hands, others were with their elderly parents, all looking in the direction of the time traveler, their eyes filled with blessings and expectations.

"Junyi! Let's have one last competition!" Yuegui's voice suddenly rang out, cheerful and powerful, instantly breaking the warmth in the air.

His eyes burned with fighting spirit, and his spiritual energy surged wildly. "Let's see who can return to their homeland first, let's see who can protect their loved ones first!"

There was no hostility in these words, only the youthful spirit, a deep affection for his homeland, and an indomitable will.

Jun Yi's eyes instantly ignited with fighting spirit, a defiant smile playing on her lips, her voice ringing out: "Fine! Let's compete! Who's afraid of who!"

"On the road home, we'll each rely on our own abilities to see who can protect their own attachments first, and who can live up to Wang He's sacrifice!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed away and sped towards his own spacetime portal.

The wild and untamed aura emanating from him grew stronger, every step he took was firm, and every breath he took contained a longing for his homeland.

Not to be outdone, Yue Gui followed closely behind, his figure like an arrow, rushing towards his own spacetime tunnel.

The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance amidst the halo of light, leaving only a resolute silhouette.

It contains a deep longing for one's homeland, an expectation for the future, and a deep respect for Wang He.

Jun Yi's figure flashed, and in an instant, he rushed into his own original spacetime passage.

Inside the passage, the turbulent currents of time and space surged slowly, shimmering with a faint halo. The air was filled with a familiar scent—the smell of his homeland, the sense of belonging he longed for day and night.

Just when he thought he could return to his homeland smoothly, a gloomy and piercing aura suddenly swept in from the depths of the passage.

Like an invisible net, it instantly enveloped him, making him freeze and unable to move forward even half a step.

He suddenly looked up and gazed in the direction from which the aura was coming. In the shadows deep within the passage stood a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

He was a man dressed in black, his face was so pale it was almost transparent, and his eyes were devoid of any warmth, only filled with an unyielding gloom and resentment.

Surrounded by a dense, surging aura, it was none other than Han Fu!

He stared intently at Jun Yi, a twisted, cold smile playing on his lips. His voice, hoarse as a broken gong, carried a chilling edge to every word: "Jun Yi? I've finally found you!"

"So you are Jun Yi?" Han Fu's voice was full of resentment, his eyes fixed on Jun Yi as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"Back then, if it weren't for you so-called 'orthodox' wanderers, I wouldn't have ended up homeless and being hunted down!"

"You stole my opportunity and cut off my way home. Today, I will make you, and all wanderers like you, taste that despair!"

His voice grew deeper and deeper, and the torrent of power around him became increasingly violent, the black aura almost swallowing the entire passage.

Jun Yi was shocked and instantly understood the source of Han Fu's hatred, but he was not afraid at all, and the determination in his eyes grew stronger.

His voice was firm and powerful, each word ringing with conviction: "What happened back then wasn't what you think! We never intended to take everything from you, much less to kill you!"

"It was you who chose to side with the hunters, choosing a path of no return!"

"Today, I will never let you stop me from returning home, nor will I let you destroy the hopes of any more people!"

Upon hearing this, Han Fu laughed maniacally, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. His laughter was full of mockery and madness: "What a joke! Who else could it be but you?!"

"If it weren't for you wanderers, how could I have been hunted by the flood, how could I have become homeless?!"

"Today, I will make you pay for your crimes in blood, and make all those who wander far from home pay the price!"

Before he finished speaking, the massive black blade in his hand once again gathered a violent torrent of power, carrying an aura of world destruction, and slashed fiercely at Jun Yi.

The blades howled, scraping Junyi's cheeks until they stung, and the surrounding spatial currents were stirred up by this force to become even more violent.

Faced with Han Fu's unstoppable attack, Jun Yi did not back down at all. He gripped the bronze giant axe in his hand tightly.

His primal aura surged instantly, his blood boiled, and a fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. He roared, "Primal Force! Heaven-Opening Strike!"

This roar, carrying all his obsessions and perseverance, his longing for his homeland, and his reverence for Wang He's sacrifice, resounded throughout the entire time tunnel.

He wielded the bronze giant axe to its fullest extent, and the ancient patterns on the axe blade were stained with blood, gleaming with a dazzling red light.

With a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, it slammed into the giant blade that Han Fu was slashing at!

Without any unnecessary words or hesitation, every inch of his strength embodied his concern for his homeland, his commitment to protecting it, and his reverence for Wang He's sacrifice.

The two weapons clashed violently, "Clang—!"

A deafening roar instantly reverberated throughout the entire spacetime tunnel, causing people's eardrums to buzz.

Even the walls of the passage were trembling violently, as if they were about to collapse and shatter at any moment.

Immediately afterwards, a destructive energy shockwave swept wildly outwards from the point of impact between the two weapons.

Wherever it passed, the turbulent flow of spacetime was shattered, the golden halo swayed violently, and the entire passage shook violently, as if it would be torn apart by this force at any moment.

Han Fu felt an overwhelming and savage force rebounding from the giant blade.

The force was rough and violent, like countless steel needles, piercing deep into his meridians. His chest felt as if it had been hit by a boulder, and a churning, excruciating pain surged through him.

He was completely unable to resist this unstoppable force, and his whole body was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

It slammed heavily against the cold inner wall of the passage, and with a "plop," a mouthful of black blood gushed from the corner of its mouth, splattering onto the passage wall in a horrifying sight.

The torrent of power around him instantly became chaotic, his aura rapidly weakened, and the giant blade in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang," unable to be held any longer.

Junyi was also jolted back several steps by the violent impact of the collision. His palms were red and numb from the force of the giant axe, and his arms trembled slightly.

But he still gripped the giant axe tightly, his eyes as firm as iron, without the slightest hesitation, staring intently at Han Fu lying on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes—this was the end the other had brought upon himself.

"Hahaha! The wanderers reunite! The wanderers reunite!!!!!"

Han Fu lay on the cold wall of the passage, ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest and the black blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, and roared with his last bit of strength.

His voice was hoarse and broken, yet it carried a world-destroying rage and madness. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with overwhelming resentment, which made the inner walls of the passage feel slightly numb.

He stared intently at Junyi with both hands, his whole body trembling violently from extreme anger, and the resentment in his eyes almost overflowing.

It was as if only such hysterical screams could vent his hatred and resentment that had been building up for a century.

"Junyi! You'll remember this!" He suddenly raised his head, his scarlet eyes staring intently at Junyi, black blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his smile twisted like that of a vengeful ghost.

His voice was filled with venomous resentment, "Every bit of power you used to strike me, every opportunity you had, was a resource for me!"

"Everything you took from me back then! It was me! It was me who indirectly contributed to you!!!"

His roars grew increasingly fierce and violent, and the chaotic torrent of power surrounding him stirred once more.

A black aura, carrying his resentment, surged wildly through the passage. "You stole everything from me, ruined my way home, and now you want to use what I lost to kill me! This is not fair!"

"Junyi, I will never let you get away with this. Even if I die, I will drag you down with me and prevent you from returning home safely!"

"Destroy! Destroy them all!!"

Hanfu's roar was distorted and deformed, carrying a resolute determination to perish together with his opponent.

The moment he finished speaking, the chaotic torrent of power around him completely went out of control. The black torrent, like a raging tide, frantically devoured his body and swept through the entire space-time tunnel.

His aura was no longer weak; instead, it surged at a terrifying speed. His skin began to crack, and black blood mixed with the power of a torrent flowed wildly. Only destructive madness remained in his eyes—he was going to self-destruct!

Junyi's pupils contracted sharply, her face turned deathly pale, and she was terrified!

He knew better than anyone that the self-destruction of a cultivator at the ninth level of the Breaking Realm was powerful enough to tear apart a spacetime passage.

Once the spontaneous explosion occurs, the shockwave from the collapse of the passage will inevitably affect his native Earth.

At that time, the homeland he protected and the family he cared about would be devoured by this destructive force, and Wang He's sacrifice and his perseverance would all be in vain!

Without the slightest hesitation, Junyi gripped the ancient bronze axe tightly, and the savage aura and blood energy around him surged once more.

Even as the intense pain shot through his palms and his meridians throbbed with pain, he did not flinch in the slightest.

His eyes were as firm as iron as he stared intently at the out-of-control Han Fu, with only one thought in his mind: the self-destruction must not be allowed to affect the Earth!

The next second, Jun Yi flashed and resolutely stood between Han Fu and the exit of the passage.

He concentrated all his power around himself, forming a thick, savage barrier that forcefully blocked the out-of-control torrent of power and Han Fu's body in front of him.

"Hanfu! You've gone mad! Take your hatred out on me, but don't you dare harm my homeland!" he roared angrily.

His voice was filled with determination. Even if he had to endure the full damage of a ninth-level breakthrough self-destruction, even if he had to pay the price with his life, he would never allow his Earth to be affected in the slightest!