All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Meanwhile, on various battlefields across the myriad worlds, the Earth transmigrators who were bravely fighting the enemy stopped what they were doing upon hearing the voice of the Homecoming System and the announcement from the messenger.

His eyes were filled with shock and excitement.

Some of them experienced a surge in combat power due to system binding.

Some people, reminded by the will of the Earth, have strengthened their resolve to fight.

Some people were filled with worry and unease because their system had been hacked.

But everyone knows that no matter what difficulties they encounter or what crises they face, the Earth has never abandoned them.

They will never give up; they will carry the flame of hope for Earth and continue to fight valiantly.

Until we protect our ancestral star, until we break the shackles of the Origin Realm.

In his mind, the messenger's whale-like cry rang out once more.

Gentle yet urgent, carrying crucial information, it pierced through all interference and delivered it to every Earth traveler.

"The forces of the Origin Realm have activated the 'Domain Blockade,' attempting to completely sever Earth's connection with all other realms and annihilate all Earth transmigrators!"

"The invasion of the Homecoming System was caused by the 'Soul-Devouring Insects' from the Origin Realm!"

"All transmigrators, please proceed immediately to the Hub of All Realms—Starfall City!"

"There lies the last protective barrier left by the will of Earth, and our only hope for a counterattack!"

Just as Pei Shaoyu was muttering to himself and looking dazed, a dazzling golden spear suddenly pierced through the endless void.

The spear tip, carrying immense pressure and sharp killing intent, shot straight at his chest like a meteor chasing the moon!

The spear moved with incredible speed, leaving a blinding golden trail as it sliced ​​through the air.

Even the surrounding gale was torn apart, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

"Who goes there!" Pei Shaoyu was instantly jolted awake, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

The spiritual light around him suddenly surged, and without thinking, he instinctively raised his hand to block.

The surrounding void instantly twisted and shattered, and a powerful impact emanated from the spear.

The shock caused his blood to surge, and his figure was forcibly squeezed out of the void. He staggered back several steps before he could barely regain his balance.

He looked up and saw a blurry black figure slowly emerging in the void.

The figure was surrounded by an eerie black mist, obscuring its face.

Yet it exudes an unfathomable aura, more enigmatic than the two emperors, Gouchen and Houtu, and more formidable than a ninth-level cultivator from the Origin Realm.

A cold, hoarse voice came from the black mist, carrying a hint of mockery and amusement, echoing clearly in the void.

"The Extraditionist, the Observer, the Chosen One, the Mandate of Heaven, the Predestined One, the Sentinel, the Void... You certainly have a lot of titles, Pei Shaoyu!"

These titles, word by word, exploded in Pei Shaoyu's mind like thunder.

He shuddered, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock, and the spiritual light around him fluctuated violently.

These titles are the unique appellations bestowed upon him across countless times and in different destinies.

Each one is kept extremely secret; no one else could possibly know about them except the person who knew them!

"Impossible!" Pei Shaoyu exclaimed in a low voice, his tone filled with disbelief.

"These titles are known only to me; how could you possibly know them?"

"Unless... unless you too have traversed time and space, and know all the trajectories of destiny!"

The figure within the black mist let out a low, mocking laugh.

"Today is the day of your judgment, Pei Shaoyu."

"You should go and meet her. She has loved you through every moment of your life, exhausting all her energy just to find you."

"But now, you're about to die, and she still doesn't know. Isn't that a great pity?"

Pei Shaoyu's heart clenched, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He instantly understood that the "she" the other party was referring to was none other than the Ziwei Emperor, Zi Yuyan.

Across countless times and spaces, Zi Yuyan has always been searching for him, and he was not unaware of her deep affection.

It was fate that prevented him from being with her, and now that she had pointed it out, a ripple of emotion inevitably stirred within him.

But he quickly suppressed the ripples, and the spiritual light around him became solid again.

The shock in his eyes was gradually replaced by sharpness and coldness.

He looked up at the black-clad figure, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, his tone cold and resolute: "Is that so? You're quite confident, confident you can kill me?"

Pei Shaoyu knew that the other party knew all his secret names, so his strength must be unfathomable and he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

But he is by no means someone to be easily slaughtered. Having traversed countless times and experienced countless life-and-death situations, his combat strength far exceeds what is apparent on the surface.

The other party's disregard for him was undoubtedly a fatal mistake—he, Pei Shaoyu, was able to become a guardian across time and space, and could secretly plot to change destiny.

It was by no means just luck, nor was it someone the other party claimed could be easily killed.

The figure within the black mist seemed to sense the change in Pei Shaoyu's aura, yet remained disdainful, speaking in an icy tone.

"Confidence? It's not confidence, it's inevitability."

"You have disrupted the order of time and space and altered the predetermined destiny, which has already violated the rules of Heaven."

"Today, I will decide your life or death on behalf of Heaven, erase all traces of your existence, and let all destinies return to their proper course."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clad figure raised his hand and waved it, and the golden spear once again became a blur.

The killing intent at the tip of the spear grew even more intense, and it once again thrust straight at Pei Shaoyu.

This time, the spear not only carried immense pressure, but was also shrouded in a strange black mist.

Wherever the mist passed, even the void itself sizzled and crackled, clearly indicating the presence of a deadly poison.

Pei Shaoyu's eyes sharpened, and he became more cautious. His spiritual light surged, and a white longsword quietly materialized in his hand.

A faint spatial and temporal force lingered around the longsword. He flashed and dodged the spear's attack.

At the same time, he swung his sword to counterattack, and the sword light collided with the golden spear, producing a deafening roar.

The shockwave spread out, tearing cracks in the surrounding void.

Inside the Netherworld Palace, Emperor Mingluo and Biquan suddenly sensed violent fluctuations in the void.

The two exchanged a glance, a hint of seriousness flashing in their eyes.

"This aura is very strange. It's neither the aura of cultivators from the Origin Realm nor the aura of the immortals from the Heavenly Palace," Emperor Mingluo said in a deep voice.

His imperial aura surged slightly as he gazed into the void.

"Furthermore, the location of this fluctuation..."

Bi Quan nodded slightly, a sharp glint in his eyes: "It seems Pei Shaoyu is being watched."

"To be able to confront Pei Shaoyu head-on and still exude such a strange aura, the opponent's strength must be unfathomable."

"Should we lend a hand?"

The two of them actually knew Pei Shaoyu! It seems they had already made contact with him.

In the void, Pei Shaoyu's battle with the black figure intensified.

The golden spear and the white sword clashed repeatedly, creating a series of booming sounds.

The void was torn apart, and a fierce wind howled. The two figures darted through the void, leaving many afterimages that were difficult to distinguish.

Pei Shaoyu fought with increasing ferocity, his spatial and temporal power growing ever stronger, each sword strike containing the power to tear through space and time.

The black figure was not to be outdone; the black mist grew thicker, and the killing intent and poison on the spear became increasingly fierce.

In the midst of the fierce battle, eerie black mist continuously emanated from the black spear.

The shockwave from the collision between the two gradually spread outwards.

The surrounding void was tinged with a faint gray-black color, and the atmosphere in the air gradually began to be contaminated by the deadly poison.

Inhaling even a trace of it can make one feel dizzy and sluggish in terms of spiritual energy.

Pei Shaoyu frowned, and his heart sank.

He could clearly sense that the flow of spiritual energy around his body was gradually slowing down.

That potent poison was extremely corrosive; it could not only erode the physical body but also penetrate the soul.

What's even more troublesome is that Pei Shaoyu knows that if things continue like this, as the battle progresses and he absorbs the spiritual energy of this space, the deadly poison will also be introduced into his body.

At that time, his combat power will be greatly reduced, and he may even be poisoned and fall into an abyss of no return.

The black-clad figure seemed to sense Pei Shaoyu's concerns, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of its lips.

With a slight movement of his hand seals, the black mist surrounding him grew even denser.

The black mist seemed to have a life of its own, and it swept wildly toward Pei Shaoyu.

Wherever it passed, the traces of void corrosion became more and more obvious, and the stench of poison became more and more pungent.

He deliberately delayed the battle, waiting for Pei Shaoyu to be infected by the poison and his fighting strength to decline.

Then, kill it in one fell swoop, completely eliminating this variable that disrupted fate.

A cold glint flashed in Pei Shaoyu's eyes, and pure spiritual energy quietly gathered in his palm.

He knew very well that he could no longer remain passively in a stalemate and had to break the deadlock as soon as possible, otherwise he would only fall into the opponent's trap step by step.

The spiritual energy at his fingertips became increasingly condensed, gleaming with a faint white light, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding gray-black, highly poisonous mist.

His eyes were sharp as blades, fixed on the black figure, and he had already devised a plan to break the deadlock.