All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The torrent of black mist, like a greedy beast, rolled and surged on the distant horizon.

Wherever it passed, the world lost its color, all things were annihilated, and even light was completely swallowed up.

Only boundless darkness and despair remained, spreading wildly to every world.

Wei Yu looked at the crowd of transmigrators who were blocking the entrance to the passage.

The entrance to the passage was crowded with countless travelers.

Their faces showed no joy at returning home, only deep despair and helplessness.

Their eyes were vacant as they stared at the other end of the passage—the homeland they longed for, the place they desperately wanted to return to.

But at this moment, that familiar land is shrouded in the shadow of the flood, and could be completely swallowed up at any moment.

Some people gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white, their bodies trembling uncontrollably with fear;

Some people slumped to the ground, burying their heads in their hands, sobbing softly, their tears mingling with the dust, soaking their clothes.

Others gazed into the depths of the passage, their eyes filled with resentment and helplessness, forced to let despair engulf them.

They all knew that Wang He's sacrifice of his source had opened up a path for them to return home and activated the power of "Autumn".

But this hope seems so distant and uncertain to them, who are so weak.

The powerful time traveler had already plunged into the space-time tunnel.

Relying on their own strength, they fought to the death against the guards and hunters within the passage, paving their way home with blood and power.

But these weak transmigrators, let alone contend with the hunters, many of them haven't even broken through to the realm of the realm.

With shallow cultivation, he was merely a bottom-level existence in the myriad realms, struggling and barely surviving on ordinary days.

Now, with the door to their hometown right in front of them, reality has slapped them awake.

The hunters guarding the pass were ferocious in appearance, with a violent aura and a dense killing intent surrounding them.

They stood guard at the entrance to the passage like vengeful demons, waiting to tear apart every traveler trying to return home.

"Why...why won't they even give us one last chance to return home?"

A thin, ragged time traveler with a face covered in wounds.

He reached out his trembling hand, trying to touch the faintly glowing spacetime passage, but his fingertips could only remain in the void.

His eyes were filled with tears of despair.

He has been traveling through countless worlds for ten years. During these ten years, he has been wandering and suffering all kinds of bullying.

Without opportunity or ability, they struggle every day just to survive.

He dreamed countless times of his parents, of the courtyard in his hometown, and of the steaming food on the dining table.

But now, with the opportunity to return home right in front of him, he doesn't even have the courage to approach the passage.

He knew perfectly well that once he stepped into the passage, he would be instantly killed by the guards, without any chance to resist.

In the distance, the torrent of black mist drew ever closer, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth grew increasingly oppressive.

The air was thick with the smell of decay and destruction, making it hard to breathe.

Some people can clearly sense that their original world is being swallowed up little by little by the torrent.

Their homes were shattered, their loved ones suffered, and all they could do was stand at the entrance to the passageway, watching helplessly.

This feeling is more painful than death.

Despite having hope of returning home, they were trapped by their own weakness.

Knowing full well that their loved ones are suffering, yet being powerless to help;

They were unwilling to give up, but powerless to change reality.

Despair, like a tidal wave, relentlessly engulfed their hearts, gradually crushing their will.

"I'm not reconciled! I'm really not reconciled!"

Suddenly, a time traveler dressed in coarse cloth stood up abruptly.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was covered in tears, and his voice was hoarse and violent as he roared at the sky, venting his resentment and despair.

He is only twenty-five years old this year. When he transmigrated, he was a recent college graduate with no cultivation whatsoever.

During his years in the myriad worlds, he worked as a menial laborer, was beaten and bullied, and lived like dust.

He had thought about giving up and ending it all countless times, but his longing for his hometown and his concern for his parents sustained him step by step.

He believed that as long as he persevered, he would eventually find his way home and return to his parents.

But now, with the road home right in front of him, he doesn't even have the courage to take a single step.

"Even if I die, I want to die in my hometown!"

He clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm, blood trickling down between his fingers and dripping onto the ground with a soft sound.

But he was completely unaware, his eyes filled only with determination and resolve.

"I have lived a mediocre life. Even after transmigrating to another world, I am still just an ordinary person, a weakling who can be bullied by others."

His voice gradually lowered, carrying a hint of self-mockery and a touch of relief.

"I really didn't understand before, what was the point of someone like me transmigrating here? I have no talent, no opportunity, living is just endless pain and struggle."

He raised his head and looked towards the other end of the time tunnel, his eyes filled with longing and yearning.

A faint smile slowly curved at the corners of her lips: "Today, I finally understand what the meaning of my time travel is."

"It's not for cultivating immortality, nor for wealth and glory, but so that I can stand up and help my hometown when it's in crisis!"

"To return to my parents' side, even if it means dying there."

As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated. With a flash, he resolutely rushed towards the time-space passage.

His figure was thin and small, appearing so fragile amidst the raging aura.

But his steps were unusually firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"Don't go! You'll die!"

Someone couldn't help but shout, their voice filled with worry.

But the traveler did not turn back. He simply walked step by step into the depths of the passage, his figure gradually enveloped by the light of the passage.

Sure enough, the moment he stepped into the passage, a ferocious figure suddenly rushed out of the shadows.

Those were the hunters guarding the pass, tall and covered in black scales, with bloodshot eyes and drool dripping from their mouths.

Holding a giant hammer covered in spikes, surrounded by a dense aura of slaughter, he slammed it down fiercely at the transmigrator.

The time traveler had no power to resist and no room to dodge.

He looked at the oncoming giant hammer, his face showing no fear, only relief.

He slowly closed his eyes, silently murmuring in his heart, "Mom and Dad, your son is back..."

Just as the giant hammer was about to strike him, he suddenly opened his eyes, a resolute glint in them.

He roared, "Sacrifice! I am willing to sacrifice my very essence to activate the power of Autumn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint golden light suddenly burst forth from his body, and his primordial power surged wildly, spreading out from his entire body.

It mingled with the atmosphere within the passage.

His vitality declined at a visible rate; his hair gradually turned gray, his skin became loose, and his face became covered with wrinkles.

His once youthful body instantly became frail and aged.

"The power of autumn, activated!"

The golden light surged, instantly enveloping the entire spacetime tunnel.

That gentle yet powerful force spread like a tide, sweeping towards the hunters guarding the pass.

The hunter let out a shrill scream, its black scales began to fall off, and its body was gradually corroded by the golden light.

The violent aura instantly subsided, and before long, it turned into a pool of black water and dissipated in the passage.

At the same time, the black mist of the distant torrent seemed to have been weakened by this autumnal power.

The spread gradually slowed down, and the oppressive atmosphere in the world eased somewhat.

The time traveler had now transformed into a frail, white-haired old man.

He stood with difficulty, leaning on his arm, his breathing weak, but his eyes were full of relief and longing.

He looked towards the other end of the passage, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he could already see his hometown and the kind smiles of his parents.

His figure, like a glimmer of light, ignited hope in the hearts of all the weak transmigrators.

Seeing him, with his aged body, still heading towards his hometown, more and more time travelers could no longer suppress their obsession and determination.

They all stood up, the despair in their eyes completely gone, leaving only determination and courage.

Some people wiped away their tears and gripped their makeshift weapons tightly.

Even though her hands were still trembling and her heart was still filled with fear, she resolutely took a step and walked towards the time tunnel.

"I want to go home! Even if it costs me my life, I'll get back to my parents!"

"We can't let his sacrifice be in vain. We must be like him, fighting for our hometown and our loved ones!"

The sounds of discussion, shouts, and resolute vows mingled together.

The entrance to the passage, which had been oppressive and filled with despair, was instantly enveloped by an aura of resolute determination.

More and more time travelers, no longer hesitant or retreating, rushed towards the time-space tunnel.

Even knowing that there are ferocious hunters ahead, even knowing that they may have to pay the price with their lives, they still went without hesitation.

Among them were elderly people with white hair, men in their prime, young girls, and even innocent children.

They may have low cultivation levels or be unarmed, but their obsession with returning home is stronger than any other force.

This is a time traveler named Lin Jianjun who traveled with his son.

Before he transmigrated, he was an ordinary father with a gentle wife, elderly parents, and a lovely son. His family lived a simple and happy life.

But a sudden spatial turbulence swept him and his young son into countless worlds.

In the years since he transmigrated, Lin Jianjun has had an exceptionally difficult time.

He himself had no cultivation whatsoever, and had not even broken through the realm of cultivation. In the myriad realms, he could only barely make a living by doing the lowest-level odd jobs.

He worries about his son's safety every day, about whether his son will be bullied, and about whether he can protect his son.

He was even more worried about his wife and parents, who were far away on Earth, wondering if they were alright.

Countless times in the dead of night, he would hold his son and secretly shed tears, his heart filled with guilt and self-blame.

He has failed his son, causing him to suffer along with him.

He felt sorry for his wife, for not being able to stay by her side and protect her.

He let his parents down, failing to fulfill his filial duties and causing them worry.