All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

In the direction of Starfall City, spiritual light and dark malevolent energy collided violently, like two torrents of fire and water, weaving dazzling arcs of light in the void.

The messenger's gentle yet urgent announcement, piercing through the clamor of battle, still echoed in every corner of the myriad realms.

Countless Earth transmigrators, bearing wounds and exhausting their last bit of spiritual power, broke through the encirclement and suppression of the Origin Realm cultivators, like moths drawn to a flame, rushing towards the pale blue protective barrier that shrouded Starfall City—their only safe haven and the only foundation for their counterattack against the Origin Realm.

On the only road leading to Starfall City, above a shattered void, Wei Yu held a silver spear stained with blood. The patterns on the shaft were soaked in blood and glowed with a dark red light.

His black armor was no longer intact, and his shoulders, abdomen, and arms were covered with wounds of varying depths. Black malevolent energy seeped out from the wounds, intertwining with the spiritual power in his body. Every movement was accompanied by excruciating pain.

Behind him, a team of elite transmigrators followed closely, totaling 170 people, each bearing the marks of bloody battles.

Some had broken arms, some were leaning on their weapons to move forward, but their eyes always burned with an indomitable fighting spirit, without the slightest hesitation.

This squad consists of elites selected by Wei Yu from countless battles. They come from all corners of the earth, have different pasts, but share the same belief—to protect their homeland.

As the squad leader entrusted with a mission by Earth, Wei Yu always had a faint fluctuation of the Homecoming System lingering at his fingertips. He kept his responsibilities firmly in mind and took every step with exceptional determination.

With only one thought in mind: I must do everything in my power to bring these compatriots safely to Starfall City, and I must not let anyone fall on the road to hope.

However, the forces of the Origin Realm had already laid a trap, setting up one deadly trap after another for the Earth transmigrators heading to Starfall City.

Just as Wei Yu's team was only a hundred miles away from the protective barrier surrounding Starfall City, and could vaguely see the outline of the pale blue light shield, a chilling, pitch-black aura suddenly erupted from the void rift below.

Like a sleeping beast suddenly awakened, it swept across the entire area in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, countless figures of Dao Origin Realm cultivators emerged from the baleful aura like ghosts. Dressed in black robes, with ferocious faces, their weapons glowed with eerie black energy. They surrounded Wei Yu's team, leaving no gap for them to break through.

Leading the group were two tall Origin Realm cultivators, their bodies radiating an aura far surpassing that of ordinary Origin Realm cultivators. Their murderous aura solidified into a tangible form, burning like black flames. They were the powerful figures sent by the Origin Realm to intercept and kill them.

The man on the left had a sinister expression, his face covered with hideous scars, and he held a serrated long knife in his hand. Black venom dripped from the blade, which emitted a pungent, corrosive odor.

The man on the right was emaciated, with cloudy eyes that revealed a ruthless intent. He wielded a long black whip, the blade of which was wrapped with countless tiny bone spikes, each one containing a deadly aura.

The two men stared intently at Wei Yu, a sinister smile playing on their lips, their voices filled with mockery and murderous intent.

"The remnants of Earth, you're quite fast at running away." The scarred monk on the left shouted sternly, his voice as grating as a broken gong.

With a sudden swing of his serrated longsword, countless jet-black blade energies rained down on Wei Yu's team. Wherever the blade energies passed, the void was torn apart with fine cracks, the surrounding floating pebbles were instantly corroded into powder, and even the spiritual energy in the air became stagnant and unpleasant.

"I'd like to see how you manage to escape this predicament and reach Starfall City today!"

"Protect our compatriots, charge out!" Wei Yu roared, his eyes bloodshot, his voice filled with suppressed anger and determination.

Ignoring his injuries, his body surged with spiritual light, and a faint white light emanated from his black armor. He wielded his silver spear like the wind, unleashing condensed white spear beams that, like sharp swords, forcefully blocked most of the black blade energy.

"Everyone, gather around me! Follow me! Break through their encirclement!"

The team members immediately gathered behind Wei Yu, forming a tight defensive formation, and brandished their weapons to resist the attacks of the Origin Realm cultivators.

There were over a hundred cultivators from the Origin Realm, each with the strength of the peak of the Inner Realm or even the early stage of the Breakthrough Realm. In addition, there were two Breakthrough Realm experts in charge. Although Wei Yu's team fought bravely and was supported by the formation, they still gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

The battle erupted instantly, with screams, the clashing of weapons, and the booming of spiritual energy explosions intertwining and echoing throughout the void.

Blood fell like rain, staining the fragments of the void beneath their feet.

Holding a silver spear, Wei Yu moved like a tiger descending a mountain, weaving through the cultivators of the Origin Realm. Each time the spear tip pierced, it precisely pierced the throat of an Origin Realm cultivator, drawing out a stream of scalding black blood.

Each sweep of the spear sent several Origin Realm cultivators flying, the crisp sound of bones cracking clearly audible.

However, cultivators from the Origin Realm kept pouring in, like a tidal wave, and he couldn't kill them all. His wounds multiplied, and blood dripped continuously from the gaps in his armor. His spiritual energy was also being consumed rapidly.

His once upright figure gradually became unsteady, and the hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly, as he gradually lost his strength.

He watched as his comrades fell one by one: the sniper who always smiled and encouraged everyone was pierced through the chest by the whip of the Origin Realm cultivator, and before he died, he was still clutching the sniper rifle tightly in his hand, his eyes full of resentment.

The female cultivator, skilled in healing, was struck by several blades of energy simultaneously while trying to cover her teammates. Her body was shattered into countless fragments and vanished into the void.

And then there was that boy who had just awakened his supernatural abilities. He was only seventeen years old, but he used his last bit of spiritual power to detonate his abilities, perishing together with several cultivators from the Origin Realm. Before he died, he roared, "Protect the Earth!"

In this life, Wei Yu experienced countless battles, from the streets and alleys of Earth to various battlefields in the myriad worlds. He saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, witnessed the devastation of life, and saw his compatriots fighting bravely and selflessly.

He was no longer the ignorant and naive boy who had just entered the myriad worlds and whose hands would tremble even when he killed someone.

But at this moment, he could only watch helplessly as his compatriots died one by one, and could only resist powerlessly.

The feeling of helplessness—watching his compatriots perish with his own eyes wide open and being powerless to do anything about it—was like a cold tide that instantly overwhelmed him and almost devoured his mind.

"Pfft—" A sharp black blade of energy suddenly attacked from the side, moving at an extreme speed.

Wei Yu was so focused on defending against the frontal attack that he had no time to prepare, and the blade pierced his chest.

The icy, malevolent energy surged into his body through the wound like a venomous snake, frantically eroding his flesh and soul. Every inch of his meridians felt as if they were being scorched by fire or frozen by ice, causing excruciating pain.

Wei Yu groaned and staggered back several steps, nearly dropping the silver spear from his hand. A large amount of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the spear shaft and mingling with the existing bloodstains.

His vision gradually blurred, and the fighting spirit in his eyes, like a candle flickering in the wind, was gradually replaced by exhaustion and despair.

"Hahaha, Wei Yu, you've finally met your match!" The scarred cultivator on the left glared at him with murderous intent.

With a flash, he appeared in front of Wei Yu, raising his serrated longsword high, the tip pointing directly at Wei Yu's brow. Poison dripped from the blade, corroding tiny black holes in the void.

"Prepare to die gracefully, and I might grant you a quick death, allowing you to die with some dignity!"

Wei Yu slowly closed his eyes, and countless images flashed through his mind: the blue sky and white clouds of the earth, the smiling faces of his relatives, the figures of his compatriots fighting side by side, and the appearance of his deceased comrades before their death.

He was unwilling to accept this. He had not yet led his compatriots back to their homeland, had not yet protected the Earth, had not yet completed his mission, and had not yet witnessed the defeat of the Origin Realm. He could not die here like this!

"No... I can't die!" Wei Yu roared madly in his heart, his voice piercing his soul.

Suddenly, the spiritual energy around him fluctuated violently. A power that had been dormant deep within his body for countless years was being awakened by despair and resentment.

That power, vast and strange, carrying the weight and vicissitudes of time, was like a dormant volcano that was finally on the verge of erupting, flowing continuously through his meridians to his limbs and bones.

Just as the scarred monk's blade was about to pierce his brow, Wei Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light burst forth from them that made the void tremble.

The spiritual light around him suddenly surged, and a terrifying aura far exceeding that of the Inner Realm erupted continuously from his body, instantly sweeping across the entire area—that was the power of the Sentinel, the protective power bestowed by the will of the Earth, a power that had transcended past and present lives, endured countless hardships, and was finally fully awakened on the verge of death!