All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The fusion of all the heavens and myriad worlds continues, and the luminous white singularity that carries all origins, like a giant beast that has been awakened, slowly stretches its body.

A magnificent and awe-inspiring aura swept across all directions, every ray of light reconstructing the order of heaven and earth, and every law reshaping the world's structure.

The outline of the Primordial Realm became clearer and clearer, with majestic mountains and rushing rivers, and the world filled with the purest primordial spiritual energy.

There was no raging torrent, no filth of negative energy, no desolation of a shattered world, only a silent yet profound vitality flowing slowly across this ancient yet new land.

In a corner of the Primordial Realm, Earth remains in its most ordinary form, as if the earth-shattering fusion of the heavens had never affected this place.

The morning sunlight filters through the thin mist, gently illuminating the city's buildings and giving the cold steel and concrete a warm golden glow.

The streets were bustling with traffic, the sounds of horns, vendors' shouts, and pedestrians' laughter mingled together, creating a lively yet not noisy atmosphere, exuding a quiet, down-to-earth charm.

The traffic lights flashed in an orderly fashion as commuters hurried along, breakfast clutched in their hands, their eyes showing a hint of weariness, yet also an anticipation for the new day.

An elderly man held a child's hand and walked slowly along the sidewalk, babbling on and on about something.

The aroma of soy milk and fried dough sticks wafts from the breakfast shops along the street, filling the air and tempting the taste buds of passersby.

This is just an ordinary day on Earth, without cultivators soaring through the heavens and disappearing into the earth, without evil gods wreaking havoc and causing destruction, and without the crisis of world destruction.

Only the mundane details of daily life and the peaceful tranquility of time.

But beneath this stability lies an undercurrent that is not easily detected.

On the rooftop of the city's tallest office building, Pei Shaoyu, dressed in a black trench coat, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his hands behind his back.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the bustling street below, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Only the barely perceptible seriousness between his brows betrayed his current state of mind.

A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the hem of his trench coat and making it flutter, blowing the stray hairs on his forehead to reveal his smooth forehead and sharp eyes.

His gaze passed over the dense buildings and the bustling crowds, as if piercing through the barriers of time and space, landing on some corner that no one could reach.

"Are you still going to do this?"

Pei Shaoyu's voice was deep and steady, without the slightest ripple, yet it carried a heavy weight, slowly echoing across the empty rooftop.

He didn't speak to anyone; his lips parted slightly, as if he were conversing with an invisible will, or as if he were talking to himself.

"If we really do that, we'll have no way out." He paused, a hint of hesitation creeping into his voice.

"Once we take this step, no matter what the outcome, we can only grit our teeth and move forward. There is no turning back, and we may even repeat the same mistakes, making all our previous efforts go to waste."

There was only the sound of the wind on the rooftop, with no response, as if his words had sunk without a trace, leaving no ripple.

No one knew who Pei Shaoyu was communicating with, and no one knew what the "decision" he was talking about actually meant.

From his solemn expression and heavy tone, everyone could vaguely understand that he was facing a crucial decision that concerned everything.

A choice that could change the primordial realm and the fate of everyone.

Pei Shaoyu slightly raised his hand, a faint purple-gold light swirling around his fingertips—the lingering aura of the Time-Space Wheel.

Although faint, it still carries the immense power to reverse time and space.

He gazed at the faint light at his fingertips, his eyes gradually becoming complex, and his tone becoming more wistful.

"The power of the Time Wheel is nothing more than returning everything to its origin," he murmured softly, as if explaining or comforting himself.

"But is the origin really the end? It can't change anything, it can't erase the past pain, it can't bring back the lost lives, and it can't break the obsession in our hearts."

"This moment is called the origin, the past; but this moment is also the future of the past." His voice carried a hint of confusion, yet also a hint of understanding.

"We desperately want to go back to the beginning, to avoid the traps of the past, and to change the tragic ending. But little do we know that every choice we make and every action we take at this moment is influencing the future and reshaping the past."

This in itself is a paradox, an unbreakable cycle.

The wind grew stronger, making his trench coat flutter loudly, as if refuting his words or sighing at his choice.

Pei Shaoyu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the hesitation between his brows gradually faded, replaced by a resolute expression.

"However, since you've made your decision, then let's do it this way." He spoke again, his tone firm and without the slightest hesitation.

"I trust your decision. No matter how many dangers lie ahead, no matter how much we have to pay, I will do my best to accompany you to the end."

The moment he finished speaking, the faint purple-gold light at his fingertips flickered, as if he had received some kind of response.

Pei Shaoyu slowly opened his eyes, the profundity in them fading, replaced by a calm and certainty, as if the hesitation and solemnity just moments before were merely an illusion.

He slightly raised his hand, his figure swayed, and his black trench coat drew a sharp arc in the air. Like an arrow released from a bow, he instantly broke through the clouds and flew towards the center of the city.

It moved at an astonishing speed, leaving only a faint black afterimage that vanished in an instant.

A few minutes later, Pei Shaoyu hovered above a bustling street, his figure hidden in the clouds.

Only a pair of sharp eyes stared intently at the street below, their gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny and a subtle, almost imperceptible, mockery.

This street is the busiest part of the city, lined with shops on both sides, bustling with people.

The traffic lights in the middle of the street were flashing. When the red light came on, passing vehicles stopped, and pedestrians hurriedly crossed the road during the red light intervals.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the street.

The roadside vendors were hawking their wares in loud voices, attracting many passersby to stop and watch.

The couple held hands, whispering sweet nothings, their faces beaming with happiness.

Children chased and played on the sidewalk with balloons in their hands, their laughter ringing out clearly and pleasantly.

Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful, but Pei Shaoyu's gaze grew increasingly solemn, and his aura gradually turned cold, completely out of place with the lively atmosphere.

"Is this the place?" Pei Shaoyu murmured softly, his gaze fixed on a young man across the street.

He was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, carrying a backpack, with a slightly immature look on his face and eyes full of longing for the future.

He stood on the sidewalk, glancing at his phone every now and then, as if waiting for someone, or perhaps checking his route.

As the red light gradually turned green, the boy put away his phone, took a deep breath, and slowly walked across the street with the flow of people.

His steps were light and quick, full of youthful energy, completely unaware that a sudden crisis was quietly approaching.

Pei Shaoyu hovered in mid-air, a playful smile slowly curving his lips. He spoke softly to the boy below, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

"Young man, what color time machine (the freight car) will you choose?"

His voice was soft, yet it reached the boy's ears clearly, carrying a hint of eerie magic.

The boy was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked up at the sky, but the sky was empty and there was nothing there.

It was as if the sound he had just heard was merely a hallucination.

"Strange, who's talking?" the boy muttered to himself, scratching his head with a look of confusion on his face.

He shook his head, thinking he was just too tired and was hallucinating, and continued walking across the street.

Seeing the boy's confused expression, Pei Shaoyu's smile deepened, and his teasing tone intensified: "Just choose pink. Pink is strong, it'll be over in no time."

The moment he finished speaking, Pei Shaoyu slowly raised his right hand and flicked his fingertips.

The next second, a bizarre scene unfolded!

At the end of the street, on the previously empty road, a huge pink delivery truck suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The truck was entirely pink, its brand-new body standing out starkly from its surroundings.

The truck's engine roared, black exhaust fumes billowed from its exhaust pipe, and the tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground. Like a runaway beast, it suddenly charged toward the boy who was crossing the road!

"Boom—!"

The deafening roar of the engine instantly drowned out all the noise on the street and attracted everyone's attention.

Passersby turned their heads to look in the direction the truck had come from. When they saw the pink truck rushing out of control toward the boy, everyone was stunned, and their faces showed expressions of horror.

"Be careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

Screams and gasps echoed through the street, and passersby instinctively backed away, their faces filled with fear, but no one dared to step forward.

He could only watch helplessly as the truck drew ever closer to the boy.

The boy was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he froze, his legs went weak, and he stood there, unable to move.

His pupils contracted sharply, his eyes fixed on the oncoming pink truck, his face filled with terror, his lips trembling but unable to utter a sound.

They could only watch helplessly as death drew ever closer.

The truck sped up, the engine roared louder, and its pink body looked particularly eerie in the sunlight.

The screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground was like a countdown to death; every sound sent chills down one's spine.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the shops on the side of the street like an arrow!

He was a man in his thirties, dressed in a black suit. He was tall and handsome with sharp eyes and an aura of composure and competence.

He had clearly just come from the company next door, still holding a document in his hand. The moment he saw the truck rushing towards him, he didn't hesitate at all and instinctively rushed towards the boy.

He moved extremely fast, his face was full of anxiety, and his eyes held a hint of determination, as if he had already disregarded life and death.

He knew he had no time to hesitate; if he hesitated even a second longer, the boy would be hit by the truck and die without a doubt.

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out as the man in the suit pushed the boy away with all his might, but he himself didn't have time to dodge.

It was hit squarely by the out-of-control pink truck!

The immense impact sent the man in the suit flying, his body arcing through the air like a kite with a broken string.

Then it crashed heavily onto the street with a dull thud.

The documents were scattered on the ground, stained red with blood, a stark and jarring sight.

The boy who was pushed away fell heavily to the ground, scraping his skin and bleeding, but he was lucky to survive.

He lay on the ground, trembling all over, his face filled with terror and confusion. Looking at the man in the suit lying in a pool of blood not far away, tears instantly blurred his vision.

He couldn't even utter a cry.

After hitting the pedestrian, the pink truck did not stop, but continued to move forward for several more meters before slowly coming to a stop.

The roar of the engine gradually faded away, and the street fell into a deathly silence, with only the exclamations of passersby and the suppressed sobs of the boy remaining.

Passersby gathered around, taking out their phones; some dialed emergency numbers, others filmed the scene, their faces filled with fear and sympathy.

Some people wanted to go forward to check on the man in the suit's injuries, but when they saw that he was covered in blood and motionless, they all stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with fear.

The man in the suit lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, his face still bearing the marks of anxiety and despair.

His chest heaved violently a few times, and then he fell silent.

Blood flowed continuously from his wound, staining the road beneath him red, forming a glaring red stain.

It stood in stark contrast to the warm golden sunlight around it, making it appear particularly desolate.

"It's hopeless... he's already dead..." Someone cautiously stepped forward, checked the man in the suit's breath, and said softly with a look of regret on their face.

These words struck like a thunderclap, causing passersby to sigh with regret.

The boy lay on the ground, crying his heart out, filled with guilt and fear—if it weren't for him, that strange man in a suit wouldn't have died.

The playful expression on Pei Shaoyu's face, which was suspended in mid-air, had vanished completely, replaced by a cold solemnity.

His eyes were full of impatience and disgust.

"Problems keep popping up." Pei Shaoyu's voice was cold, tinged with anger, as he murmured softly.

"The will of this primordial realm still wants to control everything, as always. It's really troublesome."

He had long known that the will of the Primordial Realm would not give up easily and would try every means to interfere with his plans.

But he never expected that the other party would use such a method to forcibly change the plot, dragging an unrelated person into this conflict and causing them to lose their life.

Pei Shaoyu slowly raised his hand, a faint white light swirling around his fingertips, and his gaze fell on the man in the suit lying in a pool of blood.

His eyes held a complex mix of impatience and helplessness, but no trace of guilt—in his view, all of this was the result of the will of the Primordial Realm, and he was merely carrying out a predetermined plan.

"Since you've been dragged into this conflict, then I can only say that you'll have to make do," Pei Shaoyu said softly, his tone calm and without any emotion.

It was as if they were talking about something that had nothing to do with them.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed at his fingertips, and a faint phantom of a soul slowly emerged from the man in the suit.

The illusory soul was blurry and indistinct, carrying a hint of confusion and fear, clearly not yet accepting the fact that it was dead.

Pei Shaoyu slightly raised his hand, and the white light at his fingertips enveloped the soul phantom of the man in the suit, infusing it with a gentle power.

All his memories of the accident, Pei Shaoyu, and the Primordial Realm were erased, leaving only his ordinary memories from his previous life.

"Go in peace, I will find you a good home," Pei Shaoyu said softly, then flicked his finger.

The man in the suit, his phantom soul enveloped in white light, slowly rose, flew towards the sky, and finally disappeared into the clouds.

Pei Shaoyu took her away to a place unknown to anyone, where she would be reincarnated once more.

After dealing with the soul of the man in the suit, Pei Shaoyu's gaze fell once again on the boy lying on the ground.

The boy was still weeping bitterly, trembling all over, his face filled with guilt and fear.

While passersby were still discussing the incident, the siren of an ambulance gradually came from afar.

Pei Shaoyu's eyes remained unmoved. He slightly raised his hand, an invisible suction force swirling around his fingertips, and gently pulled the boy towards him.

The next second, the boy's body suddenly stiffened, and a transparent phantom of a soul slowly emerged from his body.

The phantom soul looked exactly like the boy, carrying a hint of confusion and fear. It was clearly not ready to react yet, and was being pulled tightly by that invisible suction force.

The boy's body slumped to the ground, and he fell into a coma.

The passersby were completely unaware of what was happening and continued to chatter while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

But the boy's soul was drawn by that invisible force, slowly rising, breaking through the clouds, and flying towards the edge of the Primordial Realm.

Pei Shaoyu hovered in mid-air, watching the boy's soul being pulled away by the suction force, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

It was as if he had only accomplished a trivial little thing.

"I hope you reach your destination safely and that nothing else goes wrong," Pei Shaoyu murmured softly, his tone carrying a hint of impatience and a touch of expectation.

This boy was the most important part of his plan, and absolutely no mistakes could be made.

The boy's soul was drawn by an invisible force, swiftly traversing the skies above the Primordial Realm.

His consciousness was hazy, half-awake and half-asleep, as if he were floating on clouds or falling into an abyss.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, from a bustling city to majestic mountains, from rushing rivers to barren deserts, and then from barren deserts to a vast starry sky.

He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do. He could only let the invisible force pull him along as he traveled through endless time and space.

The weariness in his soul grew stronger and stronger, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred, as if he would fall into a deep sleep at any moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the invisible suction gradually weakened, and the boy's soul, like a light cloud, slowly drifted down.

Passing through layers of clouds and through the vast fog, we flew towards an unfamiliar world.

This is a world of cultivation, where the heavens and earth are filled with rich spiritual energy, the mountains are majestic, the vegetation is lush, and birds and beasts can be seen everywhere.

The air was filled with a faint, fresh scent of grass and trees, quite different from the earthy smell of everyday life, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

The boy's soul slowly drifted down into the mortal realm of this cultivation world, heading towards the village below.

The village is small, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with its blue bricks and gray tiles, and wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, exuding a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

At this moment, a small courtyard deep in the village is brightly lit, with red lanterns hanging all over the courtyard, exuding a festive atmosphere.

This is a wedding being held in a family in the village. The bride and groom have just finished their wedding ceremony and have been led to their bridal chamber. It is their wedding night.

The bridal chamber was decorated warmly and festively, with red bedding, red curtains, and flickering red candlelight, making the whole room feel cozy and inviting.

The bride sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, wearing a red veil, her face showing a hint of shyness, her heart filled with anticipation for the future.

The groom sat beside the bride, his face full of joy, looking at her tenderly with a happy smile on his lips.

Just then, the boy's soul, like a light feather, slowly drifted down into the air above the courtyard.

Then, it drifted into the bridal chamber through the crack in the window.

His consciousness remained hazy, half-awake and half-asleep, without any independent will, only able to let his soul slowly fall.

The bride seemed to sense something, and looked up slightly with a hint of confusion on her face, but she saw nothing.

She gently raised her hand, wanting to lift the red veil, but she was a little shy, her fingertips trembling slightly, and she hesitated to put her hand down.

The boy's soul continued to drift slowly down, gradually approaching the bride.

The flickering candlelight cast the boy's ethereal soul in shifting light, and he was powerless to resist, forced to let his soul slowly merge into the bride's womb.

The moment the boy's soul completely entered the bride's womb, the bride suddenly felt a slight warmth slowly rising from her abdomen and spreading throughout her body.

This made her freeze, a look of surprise and confusion on her face.

"What's wrong?" The groom noticed the bride's unusual behavior and quickly asked, his tone full of concern.

The bride shook her head, the doubt on her face gradually fading, replaced by a gentle smile: "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a warm feeling in my stomach, it felt very comfortable."

The groom smiled, gently took the bride's hand, and said tenderly, "Perhaps it's our child, greeting us."

A blush instantly spread across the bride's face, and she lowered her head shyly, her heart filled with happiness and anticipation.

Unbeknownst to her, at this moment, inside her womb, a soul from Earth was slowly falling asleep, nurturing a new life.

It is also quietly changing the fate of this world of cultivation.

Pei Shaoyu, who was hovering above the Primordial Realm, seemed to sense the destination of the boy's soul, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.

There was a hint of certainty in his eyes.

"At least there were no more unexpected incidents," Pei Shaoyu murmured softly, his tone tinged with relief.

"Now it's up to you."