All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Deep within the divine realm, the secluded cultivation grounds are enveloped in a rich aura of the world's origin, where the interplay of light and shadow exudes solemnity and grandeur.

The primal power around Yuki fluctuated violently, her originally calm brows furrowed, and her tone was filled with uncontrollable anxiety and urgency. The air pressure around her was so low that it was suffocating.

A gentle and melodious voice slowly emanated from the primordial light and shadow, without the slightest ripple, as if it had been mellowed by countless years of sedimentation.

"Yukihime, you're in a bit of a rush."

As soon as the words were spoken, a phantom figure dressed in a light pink dress slowly appeared. Her long hair reached her waist, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and she was surrounded by a faint pink halo.

Both are fragments of the will of this world, carrying the memories of that era sealed by time.

Yuki turned her head abruptly, her eyes blazing with suppressed anger and panic. Her voice suddenly rose, tinged with hysteria: "How can I not be anxious! The crisis is already upon us!"

"We exist on the very edge of the torrent! Are we to be swept away like those worlds that could be swallowed by the flood at any moment, completely engulfed in that chaos, leaving not even a trace?! You're going this time?! Don't even think about it!!!"

Her voice held a deep-seated fear—a fear of the world's annihilation and her own dissipation, as well as an anxiety about the destruction of countless creations.

"But what about now?" Yuki's tone suddenly turned somber, filled with grievance and resentment. "These creations we made know nothing, yet they blindly rebel against me! Everyone thinks I'm the most wicked person imaginable!"

She never intended to harm her creations; everything she did was to protect this world and the things she had promised to protect with her life. Yet, in the end, she became the enemy in everyone's eyes.

Seeing her agitated state, his eyes filled with heartache, he spoke slowly, his tone gentle yet powerful: "Xue Ji, do you remember what you said back then?"

This sentence was like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates of long-sealed memories.

That era was so distant that even the gods had forgotten it; so distant that this world had not yet taken on a complete form; so distant that Yukihime was just an innocent and naive little girl.

The blurry light and shadow gradually became clear, outlining a secret realm in the beginning of chaos. Here, there was no distinction between heaven and earth, no distinction between day and night, only an primordial power so rich it could not be dissolved, nourishing the five girls who were formed from fragments of the world's will.

The youngest, Yukihime, was only seven years old. She was petite with delicate features and chubby cheeks. She wore a snow-white dress and looked exceptionally cute.

She carefully cradled the food in her palms, her eyes sparkling, and excitedly waved her little hands at the four fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girls beside her, her voice as soft and sweet as cotton candy: "Sisters, sisters, look! This is the creature I created!"

Four girls surrounded her, all with gentle smiles on their faces and eyes full of doting affection.

The older sister, dressed in a pink dress and the most lively, smiled and ruffled Yuki's hair: "Our little Yuki can actually create things on her own now, how amazing! Come here and let your older sister give you a kiss!"

As she spoke, she gently kissed Xueji's cheek. The soft touch made Xueji's face turn red instantly, rosy like a ripe apple. She lowered her head shyly, her little hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, looking obedient and cute.

Seeing her shy expression, everyone couldn't help but laugh. Her clear laughter echoed throughout the secret realm, warm and soothing.

Xue Ji slowly raised her head and opened her palm again. On her palm lay a tiny figure, smaller than a fingertip, with a faint white light emanating from it. The figure was looking around with wide, round eyes, looking blank and dazed. It would occasionally sway its little body, looking quite adorable.

That was the first time she created something independently, which exhausted all her original power at the time, but it was also her most precious treasure.

The elder sister, dressed in a gorgeous green dress, was gentle and kind. She looked tenderly at the little figure in Xue Ji's palm and said softly, "Xue Ji, you are truly a genius. When we sisters were this age, we could only control the power of origin and couldn't create things independently at all."

The older sister, dressed in a purple dress, nodded and added, "That's right. You are the last fragment of the world's will among us. Although you were born not long ago, your talent far surpasses ours. In the future, you might be able to support this world."

At this moment, the woman in the light pink dress slowly knelt down, looking at Yuki at eye level. Her gaze was gentle yet solemn as she softly stroked Yuki's head, her voice gentle yet carrying a plea: "Yuki, you created them, so you are their mother. You must do everything in your power to protect them, understand?"

Young Yukihime looked at her with a mixture of understanding and confusion, her eyes full of bewilderment, yet she nodded vigorously, her little face filled with determination, her voice soft yet resolute: "I know, sister! Yukihime will protect them with her life!"

At that moment, her eyes were clear and firm, without the slightest impurity, and she had only one thought in her mind—to protect every creation she had made and to protect this world she shared with her sisters.

Looking at her determined expression, Yingyi smiled with satisfaction and gently ruffled her hair: "Alright, our little Xueji will definitely become the most powerful fragment of the world's will and support this world."

The other sisters nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with anticipation. They all knew that Yuki's talent was destined to make her a pillar of this world.

Yuki carefully cradled the tiny figure in her palm, a pure smile on her face. A ray of light shone through the cracks in the secret realm, falling upon her, warm and dazzling. At that moment, she was the happiest creator, her heart filled with love for her creation and longing for the future.

As light and shadow shift and time flies, the era of Wanjiyuan has quietly passed in the blink of an eye.

Yukihime is no longer the naive little girl she once was. She has grown up and her eyes have become more mature and composed. Her ability to control the power of origin has become stronger and stronger. She has created more and more things, and this world has gradually taken on a complete outline, with mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and plants and living beings.

But this peace and beauty did not last long.

On this day, the atmosphere in the secret realm was exceptionally solemn. The five girls, formed from fragments of the world's will, gathered together, their faces devoid of their usual smiles, their eyes filled with worry and gravity.

The elder sister, dressed in a gorgeous green gown, broke the silence first, her voice filled with anxiety as she looked at the other sister: "Sister, what should we do? Our position is terrible. We're getting closer and closer to the torrent. We're just part of this world, not even a complete minor world. Once we're swept up by the torrent, we'll be completely swallowed up, and even our very origins will be destroyed!"

The torrent she spoke of was a chaotic torrent at the edge of all the heavens and myriad worlds, with boundless power. Any weak world that approached it would be mercilessly swallowed up, leaving not even a trace. Countless worlds had fallen beneath this torrent.

The older sister, dressed in a pink dress, also turned pale, her voice tinged with panic: "Yes, recently I've been able to feel the suction from outside the world getting stronger and stronger, and many weak creatures have already begun to experience a disruption of their fundamental nature."

The older sister, dressed in a purple dress, frowned and said in a serious tone, "We've tried to reinforce the world's barriers, but our primal power is limited and can't withstand the pull of the torrent. If this continues, it won't be long before this world is targeted by the torrent."

He remained silent, the blue aura around him rippled slightly, and his gaze was solemn as he looked out of the secret realm. There, he could vaguely sense a terrifying chaotic power slowly approaching, the aura of a torrent.

After a long while, she slowly turned her head to look at everyone, her tone calm but with an undeniable firmness: "Go, call everyone here. There are some things I need to tell you."

The older sisters nodded and immediately turned to gather the other hidden fragments of the world's will. Only Yuki remained standing in place, her eyes filled with doubt and unease.

She could sense that her sisters were all in a heavy mood; something terrible must have happened, something that might concern the very survival of this world.

Before long, all the fragments of the world's will gathered in the secret realm. Everyone stood around the woman in the blue dress, their faces solemn and their eyes filled with unease, waiting for Yingyi to speak.

Looking around at everyone, he took a deep breath and slowly began to speak, revealing a secret that had been sealed away for countless years: "Do you know that among the myriad realms, there are countless worlds, some powerful, some weak, some great worlds, some medium worlds, and we are all fragments of the will of this world, not even a complete small world origin."

Upon hearing this, everyone showed expressions of surprise. They had never imagined that there were other worlds besides the one they lived in.

"Beyond all the heavens and myriad realms, there exists a chaotic torrent, a nightmare for all weak worlds." Her tone gradually became heavy. "Wherever the torrent passes, everything is annihilated. Any weak world will be mercilessly devoured, and even fragments of the world's will will be completely destroyed."

"We are currently on the edge of the flood. As the flood continues to expand, it will soon target us. At that time, all of us, and all the creations we have made, will become part of the chaos."

As soon as the words were spoken, the secret realm fell into a deathly silence. Everyone wore expressions of despair, and the light in their eyes gradually dimmed.

They never imagined that the world they lived in would face such a deadly crisis, and that they were powerless to do anything about it.

At this moment, the still-young Yukihime, her eyes full of innocence, couldn't help but speak, her voice tinged with expectation: "So there are so many worlds! Can we go and seek help? Find those powerful worlds to help us withstand the flood!"

Her words were like a ray of light, instantly igniting everyone's hope. Everyone looked at the woman in the blue dress with anticipation and longing in their eyes, hoping for a way out.

But she slowly shook her head, her tone heavy, shattering everyone's hopes: "No one can help us."

"We are too weak now, and we can't even protect ourselves. Those powerful worlds will not care about a group of scattered fragments of world will like us. Moreover, in all the worlds, the strong prey on the weak, and no one will help us for no reason."

"Moreover, our creation is not powerful enough to provide the world with enough primordial power, nor have we obtained enough fortune from all the heavens and myriad worlds. We are simply not qualified to seek the help of powerful worlds."

Every word was like a hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts hard. The hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished, the light in everyone's eyes dimmed completely, and their faces were filled with despair and helplessness.

The woman in the gorgeous green dress couldn't help but tear up, her voice choked with sobs: "Are we just supposed to wait to be swallowed by the flood? Are all the creatures we created going to turn to nothingness along with us?"

Tears streamed down the face of the woman in the pink dress. She had always been lively and cheerful, but now only endless despair remained: "We've worked so hard to create this world, to bring forth all these living beings. Is this how it all ends, all for nothing?"

The woman in the purple dress clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with resentment and helplessness: "We're not reconciled! But what can we do?"

Everyone was plunged into endless sorrow and despair. In the secret realm, only suppressed sobs and sighs could be heard.

Yuki stood there, her face filled with confusion and helplessness. She remembered the promise she had made years ago, the silly little figures in her palm, and every living being in this world. Her heart was filled with pain.

She didn't want all of this to disappear, didn't want her creations to suffer annihilation, but there was nothing she could do.

Just then, the woman in the blue dress slowly revealed a gentle smile, her tone calm yet powerful, breaking the oppressive atmosphere: "Everyone, don't despair. The rest is up to you. My mission ends here."

Apart from Yuki, everyone nodded silently, their eyes filled with understanding and reluctance. They all knew what she was going to do; it was the only thing she could do for this world and for the others who were also fragments of will.

Only the youngest, Yukihime, remained oblivious. Looking at her sister, her eyes filled with confusion and reluctance, she couldn't help but step forward, tugging at her sleeve. Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with a sob: "Sister, where are you going? Are you going to ask for help? Are you going to find a powerful world to help us withstand the flood?"

She slowly knelt down, gently stroking Yuki's head, her eyes so tender they could melt, a faint smile on her face, her voice soft: "I suppose so."

"Little Snow Princess, from now on, you must listen to your older sisters, cultivate diligently, strive to help your creations become stronger, protect this world, and protect everything we have created, understand?"

Yukihime nodded, seemingly understanding, her eyes gradually reddening, tears welling up but she held them back, her voice trembling slightly, "Yes, yes, Yukihime understands! Yukihime will teach them well, will protect this world well, sister, you must come back soon!"

She looked at Yukihime with a relieved smile, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but said nothing more. She just looked at her deeply, then at everyone present, and then at the world they shared as fragments of will, which they protected together.

That one glance contained so much reluctance, so many entrustments, and so many expectations.

Then, the woman in blue slowly stood up. The blue aura around her grew stronger and stronger, gradually enveloping her figure. Her figure began to blur and gradually dissipated into the secret realm.

"Sister!" Xueji couldn't help but shout, reaching out her small hand to try and grab her figure, but she couldn't grab anything. Only a faint blue light source landed in her palm, warm and familiar.

The other sisters also had tears in their eyes, standing silently in place, without saying a word, only filled with endless reluctance and sorrow. They all knew that she, as a fragment of the world's will, would never return.

After the woman in blue disappeared, something strange happened.

The originally faint primordial power of this world began to surge rapidly, becoming increasingly concentrated; the originally weak creatures gradually stabilized their origins, began to evolve rapidly, and became stronger and stronger; the world's barriers also gradually thickened and became more and more solid.

Beyond the world, the suction force from the chaotic torrent gradually weakened, and the approaching chaotic aura began to slowly recede. This world was finally temporarily freed from the crisis of being swallowed up.

In addition, the other women, who are also fragments of the world's will, are gradually gaining more power. Their ability to manipulate the power of origin is also rapidly improving, enabling them to better protect this world and better guide the evolution of creation.

Yuki stood there, tightly clutching the wisp of blue light in her palm, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

"Sister, I will definitely do it." Xue Ji raised her head, gazing in the direction where she had disappeared, her eyes filled with determination. Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet they carried an unwavering conviction. "I will definitely protect this world, I will definitely make creation stronger, I will definitely withstand the flood, and I will not let your sacrifice be in vain!"

The other sisters also looked at Yuki, their eyes filled with determination, and nodded to her: "We will stand with you to protect this world, to protect everything we have created, to fulfill our sister's entrustment, and to live up to our mission as fragments of the world's will."

At that moment, everyone put away their sorrow and despair, and only one thought remained in their hearts—to become stronger, to protect, to not let the sacrifices of fellow fragments of the world's will be in vain, and to not let this world be swallowed up by the chaotic torrent.

As the light and shadow gradually blurred and the memories slowly faded, the divine realm returned to silence once more.

Yuki stood there, her face covered in tears, her eyes swirling with complex emotions—sadness, reluctance, determination, and a hint of grievance.

She never forgot her promise from back then, never forgot her entrustment. Everything she did was to protect this world, to make creation stronger, to resist the chaotic torrent, and to ensure that Ying's sacrifice, as a fragment of the world's will, was not in vain.

But now, she is misunderstood by everyone, rebelled against by the very creation she made, and treated as a bad person.

The phantom of the fan still hovered in front of her, looking at her with gentle eyes and speaking softly: "Snow Princess, I know you feel wronged, I know you are anxious, but you must remember that there are many ways to protect, not just forcibly pushing the evolution of the origin. As fragments of the world's will, protecting creation is our original intention."

Xue Ji slowly lowered her head, looking at the still warm water-colored essence in her palm, her voice choked with emotion: "But I have no other choice. The flood is getting closer and closer, and we don't have much time left. I can only push the world's essence to evolve as soon as possible, and make creation stronger as soon as possible. Otherwise, we will all repeat the same mistakes and be swallowed up by the flood."

She knew that her methods might be somewhat extreme, and might have harmed some of the creatures, but she had no choice. On one side was sacrifice, and on the other was the annihilation of the world. She could only grit her teeth and persevere, even if she was misunderstood by everyone, even if she was resisted by everyone.

Looking at her, her eyes were full of heartache, but she didn't try to persuade her anymore. She just said softly, "Whatever you do, I will support you. But don't forget your original intention, don't forget what you said back then, that you would protect them with your life, and don't forget our mission as fragments of the will of this world."

Xue Ji suddenly looked up at her illusory figure, her eyes filled with determination, and nodded vigorously: "I won't forget, sister, I will never forget! I will definitely protect them, I will definitely protect this world, even if everyone misunderstands me, even if I have to fight with all my might, I will not give up!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the primal power around her fluctuated violently once again, but this time, it was no longer anxiety and anger, but determination and resolve.

She needs to accelerate her seclusion, quickly gain control over more of the world's origins, and accelerate the evolution of those origins. She wants to make creation stronger, resist the chaotic torrent, fulfill Ying's entrustment, and protect this world that she and her sisters, who are also fragments of the world's will, have protected together.

As for those creatures that rebel against her, she will not really harm them. She just wants them to understand that everything she does is for them and for this world.

She believed that one day they would understand her good intentions and fight alongside her to protect this land and resist the onslaught of the chaotic torrent.

Within the divine realm, the power of origin continued to surge. Xue Ji's figure was gradually enveloped by the rich aura of origin. She closed her eyes and devoted herself entirely to seclusion, with only one belief in her heart—to become stronger, to protect, to live up to the entrustment, and to remain true to her original aspiration.

The illusory figure looked at her and a relieved smile appeared on its face. Then, it gradually dissipated into its original aura, leaving only a faint pink light, silently protecting Xue Ji and this world that was nurtured by the fragments of their many world wills.

Beyond the chaotic torrent, a terrifying aura continues to slowly expand, relentlessly devouring more and more weaker worlds. This world remains in danger, and the crisis has never truly dissipated.

Yukihime knew that her time was running out. She had to become stronger as soon as possible and complete the plan as soon as possible. Otherwise, the sacrifice of the other fragments of the world's will would be in vain, this world would turn into nothingness, and all creation would be completely annihilated.

Her battle has only just begun. A contest concerning the life and death of the world is quietly brewing, and she has no choice but to forge ahead and fight with all her might to protect everything she cherishes.

Meanwhile, on their way to Sunrise City, Karen, Yue Gui, and Lancelot continued their journey. They were unaware of the secrets within the Divine Realm, the original intentions and hardships of Xue Ji, or the crisis posed by the Chaos Torrent. All they knew was that they had to reach Sunrise City as soon as possible, reunite with Lia and the others, rescue Sabella and Luo, confront Xue Ji, and thwart her conspiracy.

Two groups of people, with different beliefs and striving in different directions, will eventually meet again under the arrangement of fate, and engage in an ultimate contest concerning the fate of the world.

And those creations made by Yukihime, those beings who still misunderstand her, will eventually know what grievances, what perseverance, what sacrifices and expectations are hidden behind this seemingly cruel conspiracy.

As time flows and eras change, only the original intention of protection remains unchanged, and only the belief in survival sustains everyone, enabling them to struggle and protect on the edge of the chaotic torrent.

Yukihime's seclusion continues, the evolution of the world's origin continues, the crisis of the chaotic torrent is still approaching, and the future of this world remains unknown. Everything is waiting for a final answer.

The answer will eventually be revealed in the final showdown between Karen and the others and Yuki, concerning their original intentions, sacrifices, protection, and the life and death of all living beings in this world.