All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

His son always asks him, "Dad, what is a hero?"

Every time Lin Jianjun heard this sentence, he could only smile bitterly.

He told his son, "A hero is one who saves all the weak and protects all those who deserve protection."

His son would always look up at him with an adoring expression, saying, "Dad, you're my hero! You'll protect me and take me home, right?"

Every time Lin Jianjun heard his son's words, his heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.

He desperately wanted to tell his son that he was not a hero, but just a weak, ordinary person.

Even protecting him seemed so difficult, let alone taking him home.

But he couldn't. He could only suppress the bitterness in his heart, smile, pat his son's head, and say firmly, "Yes, Dad is your great hero."

"Dad will definitely take you home, and will definitely protect you, Mom, and Grandpa and Grandma."

But now, with the opportunity to return home right in front of him, he can only stand at the entrance of the passageway.

Watching helplessly as the hunters guarded the pass and the torrent surged in the distance, his heart was filled with despair.

He knew that with his strength, he was no match for the hunters and had no way of bringing his son home.

They couldn't even save their own lives.

The torrent of black mist drew ever closer, and he could clearly sense that the earth's presence was growing weaker and weaker.

He knew that his wife and his parents were being ravaged by the torrent and were struggling on the brink of life and death.

But he could only watch helplessly as it all happened.

The son clung tightly to his clothes, his small body trembling, his eyes filled with fear.

She still looked up at him with her little face up, asking, "Daddy, when can we go home? Will Mommy, Grandpa, and Grandma be alright?"

Looking at his son's innocent face, and at the fear and anticipation in his eyes, Lin Jianjun's heart was pierced with pain.

He was a father, and he couldn't let his son down, he couldn't let his son die with him in this strange, alien world.

We cannot let our loved ones on Earth wait in vain.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the despair and pain in his heart, and slowly squatted down.

He reached out his calloused hand and gently touched his son's head, his eyes filled with tenderness and determination, his voice hoarse but firm: "Baby, I'm sorry, Daddy lied to you."

The son froze, blinked his tear-filled eyes, and looked at him questioningly: "Dad, what did you lie to me about?"

"Dad is not a hero." Lin Jianjun's voice was full of guilt, yet also carried a hint of determination.

"Dad is just an ordinary person, a very weak ordinary person. He doesn't have the ability to protect you or bring you home immediately."

"But Dad wants to try. Dad wants to be your hero, wants to bring you home, wants to protect Mom and Grandpa and Grandma, and wants to protect our home."

The son nodded as if he understood, and reached out his little hands to hug Lin Jianjun's neck.

She choked back tears and said, "Dad, I believe in you. No matter if you're a hero or not, I'll stay with you. I don't want to be separated from you."

Lin Jianjun hugged his son tightly, tears streaming down his face and dripping onto his son's hair.

He hugged his son tightly, as if he wanted to meld his son into his own bones and blood.

Then she slowly released her son, stood up, and her eyes were filled with only determination.

"Baby, wait for Daddy, Daddy will definitely bring you home."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jianjun stopped hesitating and turned to rush towards the time-space tunnel.

He was not tall, and was even somewhat thin, with no powerful aura about him.

But his steps were unusually firm, each step carrying his concern for his son, his longing for his family, and his yearning to return home.

The son stood at the entrance to the passageway, watching his father's retreating figure, and couldn't help but shout, "Dad! Dad! You have to come back! I'm waiting for you!"

Lin Jianjun didn't turn around, but waved to his son before his figure gradually disappeared into the halo of light in the passageway.

He knew that once he left, he might never return.

But he had no regrets whatsoever—for his son, for his family, for the chance to return home, he was willing to pay the price with his life.

The moment Lin Jianjun stepped into the time-space passage, a ferocious figure suddenly rushed out of the shadows; it was the hunter guarding the pass.

This predator was even more ferocious than the previous one, taller in stature, covered in jet-black scales, and with blood-red eyes.

Holding a sharp longsword covered in eerie runes, radiating a chilling aura of slaughter, he slashed fiercely at Lin Jianjun.

Lin Jianjun froze. He could clearly feel that this violent aura far exceeded his tolerance.

He didn't even have a chance to dodge.

But he felt no fear; his eyes were filled with determination. He knew he couldn't die; he couldn't die here like this.

He also needs to bring his son home and protect his family.

"Sacrifice! I am willing to sacrifice my entire essence to activate the power of Autumn, repel the hunters, and weaken the torrent!"

"May Heaven protect my son and grant him a safe return home!"

Lin Jianjun's roar echoed throughout the entire time tunnel, his voice filled with determination and anticipation.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from his body, and his primordial power surged wildly, spreading out from his body like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire passage.

His body began to undergo drastic changes.

The once jet-black hair turned gray at a visible rate and then gradually fell out;

His once upright figure began to hunch over;

The once smooth skin has become loose and wrinkled.

Her once bright eyes have become cloudy and lost their former luster.

His vitality was slipping away at an alarming rate.

Every second, he grew older; every second, he drew closer to death.

But his gaze remained firm, fixed on the other end of the passage, on the direction of his son, on the direction of his hometown.

"The power of autumn, rise!"

Lin Jianjun used his last bit of strength to shout loudly.

The golden light surged again, becoming even more dazzling and warmer than before.

That gentle yet powerful force, like an invisible blade, swept towards the hunters guarding the pass.

The hunter let out an extremely shrill scream, and its entire body of black scales instantly fell off.

His skin was gradually corroded by the golden light, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. His violent aura instantly subsided.

It struggled desperately to escape the golden light, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not break free.

He could only watch helplessly as his body was gradually corrupted and dissipated into the passage.

At the same time, the black mist of the distant torrent was violently impacted by this autumnal power.

The originally raging black mist instantly became much calmer, its spread slowed dramatically, and it even began to retreat slightly.

The oppressive atmosphere in the world has also been relieved quite a bit.

Those worlds swallowed by the torrent seemed to have gained a brief respite, with faint signs of life emerging.

Lin Jianjun slowly collapsed. His body had become extremely old, his skin was withered, and his hair was sparse.

His breathing was so faint it was almost invisible, as if he would lose his life completely at any moment.

Yet a faint smile remained on his lips, and his eyes were filled with relief and longing.

He could almost see his son returning home safely, and the happy smiles on his wife's and parents' faces.

"dad!"

The little boy cried and rushed into the time tunnel.

His steps faltered, his small body trembled incessantly, and tears streamed down his cheeks like broken beads, dripping onto Lin Jianjun's body.

He rushed to Lin Jianjun's side, carefully helped Lin Jianjun up, and held Lin Jianjun's arm tightly with his small hands.

She choked back tears and said, "Dad, what's wrong? Dad, don't scare me! Dad, let's go home, let's go home right now, okay?"

Lin Jianjun slowly opened his cloudy eyes, and when he saw his son in front of him, the smile on his lips became even gentler.

He reached out his calloused, trembling hand and gently touched his son's head, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible: "Okay... let's go home... we... let's go home..."

"Yes! Let's go home!" The little boy nodded vigorously, wiping away the tears on his face.

Using all her strength, she helped Lin Jianjun walk step by step toward the other end of the passage.

His steps were light and steady; his small body carried immense strength at that moment.

It carries the longing for his father and the yearning for his hometown.

The gentle light in the passageway enveloped the father and son, dispelling all darkness and fear and illuminating their way home.

Lin Jianjun leaned against his son, his eyes filled with relief.

He knew that his efforts had not been in vain; he could finally bring his son home and protect his family.

At the entrance of the passage, the other travelers, witnessing this scene, all had tears in their eyes, their hearts filled with shock and emotion.

Some of them couldn't help but shed tears, while others clenched their fists.

The despair in his eyes was gradually replaced by determination.

"If he can do it, so can we!"

"Even if we are weak, even if we lack powerful cultivation, we will fight with all our might to return to our hometown and protect our families!"

"Even if it means sacrificing my very essence, even if it means paying the price with my life, I will die in my hometown!"

Roars echoed at the entrances of various time-space tunnels.

The initial atmosphere of despair was gradually replaced by determination and resolve.

More and more weak transmigrators mustered their courage and rushed toward the time-space tunnel.

They may not have the strength to defeat the hunters guarding the pass.

But in their hearts, they all yearn for their hometown, worry about their families, and possess an indomitable will.

The black mist of the torrent continues to spread, and the hunters guarding the pass continue to roar menacingly.

But these weak transmigrators no longer retreated, no longer felt fear.

They are like fireflies, small in size, yet possessing the courage to illuminate the darkness;

They are like ants, fragile yet possessing an indomitable will.

They knew that their strength was weak, that they might not be able to change anything, or that they might not be able to completely repel the torrent.

But they are willing to use their lives and their very essence to pave the way for their return home and to contribute their strength to protecting their homeland.

Supported by his son, Lin Jianjun walked step by step toward the other end of the passage, his breathing growing weaker and weaker.

But his gaze remained fixed on the direction of his hometown.

He could almost see the Earth, and his wife standing at the door, eagerly awaiting his return.

I saw my parents sitting at the dining table, waiting for me to come home, and I saw the happy scene of the family reunited.

"Baby..." Lin Jianjun spoke softly, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

"When we get home... take good care of Mom... and Grandpa and Grandma for Dad..."

"Tell them... Dad is sorry... for not being able to... for not being able to be with them all the time..."

The little boy nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face again, and choked out, "Dad, I understand."

"I will definitely take good care of my mom and grandparents. I will tell them that Dad is a hero, Dad is the greatest hero!"

"Dad, you have to hang in there! We'll be home soon, and we'll see Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma soon!"

Lin Jianjun smiled and nodded slightly, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

He knew he was about to give up, but he had no regrets.

Because he did it, he took his son on the journey home, and he did everything he could for his son, for his family, and for the earth.

At the other end of the passage, the light grew brighter and brighter—the light of the earth, the light of home, the light of hope.

The little boy helped Lin Jianjun walk step by step toward the light.

The small figure, bathed in the halo of light, appeared so resolute and so dazzling.

In the distance, the torrent of black mist was weakened by the repeatedly activated power of Autumn, and its spread became slower and slower.

More and more time travelers, relying on their courage and determination, broke through the hunters' obstruction and sped towards Earth.

They may pay the price with their lives, or they may grow old and frail.

But their belief has never changed—to return home, to protect their homeland, and to protect their loved ones.

Lin Jianjun leaned against his son and gradually lost consciousness, but a relieved smile still lingered on his lips.

He knew that his mission was complete and he could leave in peace.

Because his son has already embarked on his journey home, and can now return to that happy home and be with his loved ones.

"Dad, we're home..."

The little boy helped Lin Jianjun walk out of the time tunnel.

What comes into view is a familiar home, a clear blue sky, warm sunshine, and a familiar figure in the distance.

A long-lost smile appeared on his face, but tears continued to flow.

Those were tears of joy, tears of reunion, tears of gratitude.

He helped his father up, walking step by step towards that familiar figure, shouting loudly, "Mom! Grandpa and Grandma! We're back! We're home!"

In the distance, a woman and two elderly people turned their heads sharply upon hearing the sound.

Upon seeing the little boy and the aged Lin Jianjun, his eyes instantly welled up with tears, and he ran towards them.

"My son! My son!"

"Jianjun! You're finally back!"

Cries, shouts, and laughter mingled together, echoing across this familiar land.

The gentle sunlight shone down, illuminating their reunited figures.

It dispelled all the gloom and despair, bringing hope and warmth.

In every corner of the myriad worlds, more and more transmigrators are doing their utmost to break through the obstacles of the hunters and rush towards Earth.

They may pay the price with their lives, or they may grow old and frail.

But their belief has never changed—to return home, to protect their homeland, and to protect their loved ones.

The threat of floods remains, and the crisis has not been completely resolved.

Yet these weak transmigrators, with their courage and determination, with their lives and essence, have created a sky of hope for Earth and for all those who wander far from home.

They may be ordinary, they may be weak, but at this moment, they are all the greatest heroes, and all wanderers worthy of being remembered.

Through their actions, they demonstrated the meaning of returning home and the true essence of protection.

It also illustrates that ordinary people can possess the power to shake the heavens and the earth.

Jingming and Wei Yu stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the time travelers rushing towards the time tunnel below.

His expression was so solemn, as if he were carrying a thousand-pound boulder.

Jingming clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and the spiritual energy around him stirred slightly due to extreme heartache.

His voice was filled with resentment and anger as he gritted his teeth and growled, "Damn it! Why must so many people be sacrificed even at this final stage!"

She looked at the weak transmigrators who rushed forward one after another, sacrificing their very essence, her eyes reddening, her heart aching as if being cut by a knife.

Wang He has already sacrificed himself to pave the way for their return home.

But these ordinary travelers still have to risk their lives for the chance to go home at the last moment.

Wei Yu stood beside her, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with confusion and pain.

Her voice carried a hint of resentment that went unnoticed as she softly asked, "Senior Sister Whale Cry, why is this world so hostile towards us? We're clearly not the ones in the wrong."

His gaze swept over the transmigrators who had collapsed at the entrance of the passage, now aged beyond recognition, and he felt utterly powerless.

The hope of returning home was right before their eyes; they simply wanted to go back to their loved ones and protect their homeland.

But why must we pay such a heavy price?

"We've already begun our journey home, yet more and more of our compatriots are dying in their final moments..." Wei Yu murmured to himself.

The longing and determination in their eyes were gradually replaced by pain and confusion. "We just want to go home, is that wrong?"