All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The war in all the heavens and myriad realms is escalating ever more fiercely.

While the Fifth Legion of the Origin Realm was heading to Starfall City, another elite force—the Third Legion of the Origin Realm—had already silently broken through the outer defenses of the Heavenly Palace.

They shattered the towering walls of the Southern Heavenly Gate, turning this sacred palace, which embodied the order of the heavens, into a battlefield.

The pale purple source energy enveloped every inch of the Heavenly Palace like a dense cloud.

The shouts of cultivators from the Origin Realm, the clash of weapons, and the collapse of palaces mingled together, shattering the peace and tranquility that had prevailed in the Heavenly Palace for millennia.

Inside the Heavenly Palace, the once ornate and ethereal palaces are now a scene of devastation.

The white jade ground was stained red with blood, broken stone pillars lay on the ground, and shards of glazed tiles were scattered everywhere.

The heavenly soldiers and generals who originally guarded the Heavenly Palace either died on the battlefield or were captured by cultivators from the Origin Realm and became prisoners.

The cultivators of the Third Legion of the Origin Realm were dressed in silver-gray outfits, with dark silver Origin Realm patterns embroidered on their clothes.

With a cold and stern face and eyes as sharp as an eagle, he wielded a weapon that shimmered with a pale purple glow as he moved through the streets and alleys of the Heavenly Palace.

Their military discipline was strict, yet their actions were ruthless. Every step they took treaded on the corpses of heavenly soldiers and generals, and every strike was stained with the blood of cultivators from all the heavens.

This sacred palace has been transformed into a living hell.

The Third Legion of the Origin Realm is the most powerful of the seven legions in the Origin Realm.

This time, the order to invade the Heavenly Palace and station troops was also to surround and kill Shi Si—the prince of the Underworld and the host who controls part of the Homecoming System.

Once it is killed, all the worlds that helped Earth launch the war of gods will understand the consequences of opposing the Origin Realm.

To clear the obstacles for the Origin Realm to completely control all the heavens and myriad worlds.

At this moment, outside the central hub of the Heavenly Palace, the great battle had entered a white-hot stage.

Emperor Mingluo was dressed in a black imperial robe, the sleeves fluttering in the wind, and his body was surrounded by a majestic imperial aura.

He held a jet-black imperial sword in his hand, its blade flowing with the power of the netherworld. Each swing of the sword could take the lives of a group of cultivators from the Origin Realm.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Netherworld Legion followed closely, each clad in black armor, wielding Netherworld weapons, their eyes burning with indomitable fighting spirit.

Mingluo's Netherworld Legion is one of the most ferocious fighting forces in the Heavenly Palace.

His soldiers were all selected from the Netherworld, having experienced countless life-and-death battles. They were all fearless and skilled in close combat and Netherworld magic.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Netherworld Legion formed a tight battle formation, their black armor gleaming with a cold luster amidst the interplay of source power and spiritual light.

The Netherworld spears, like a forest, frantically stabbed towards the Origin Realm cultivators. Each thrust precisely pierced their throats, drawing out scalding blood.

The Netherworld Battle Blade was wielded, unleashing bursts of black blade energy that, like the scythe of death, reaped the lives of cultivators from the Origin Realm.

Even when struck by the weapons of the Origin Realm cultivators, even when severely injured, not a single person retreated.

Even if it means dying in battle, they will take a cultivator from the Origin Realm down with them.

"Kill! For the Underworld Emperor! For the Heavenly Palace!" The soldiers of the Netherworld Legion shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the heavens.

With an unwavering determination, their shouts mingled with those of the Origin Realm cultivators, causing the entire Heavenly Palace hub to tremble slightly.

Their figures weaved through the densely packed cultivators of the Origin Realm like black lightning.

Every charge tore open a gap, and every battle brought the cultivators of the Origin Realm a heavy price.

The cultivators of the Third Legion of the Origin Realm numbered in the tens of thousands.

Moreover, each of them possessed the strength of the peak of the Inner Realm or even the Breaking Realm, with the three Breaking Realm Ninth-Order generals under the command of the legion commander leading the group.

He was surrounded by an aura far exceeding that of ordinary Origin Realm cultivators, and the weapon in his hand gleamed with a strange pale purple light. His moves were fierce and ruthless, and his attacks were decisive and merciless.

They had a clear division of labor: each person led a team of Origin Realm cultivators to attack the Netherworld Legion's battle formation from three directions, attempting to break through the defenses and enter the Purple Hub.

"Mingluo, if you know what's good for you, hand over your power and surrender. Perhaps I can grant you a quick death and let you die with some dignity!"

The Source Realm general on the left shouted sternly, his voice steady and powerful.

He held a huge silver battle axe in his hand, with countless tiny source runes wrapped around it, each rune containing deadly source power.

He swung his battle axe violently, and a huge, pale purple axe aura burst forth, as large as a small mountain, hurtling towards Mingluo.

Wherever the axe energy passed, the void was torn apart, and several soldiers of the Netherworld Legion were struck by the axe energy instantly before they could dodge.

His body turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

Mingluo's eyes turned cold, his imperial aura surged, and he swung the Netherworld Emperor Sword in his hand.

A jet-black sword aura burst forth, colliding violently with the pale purple axe aura, producing a deafening roar.

The void trembled violently, and countless tiny cracks spread through the air.

"You scum from the Origin Realm, how dare you be arrogant before me! If you want to seize the Heavenly Palace Hub, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mingluo's figure flashed, instantly transforming into a black afterimage as he rushed towards the Origin Realm general.

The Netherworld Emperor Sword in his hand, imbued with immense Netherworld power, pierced precisely towards the opponent's chest.

His movements were lightning fast, swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The surrounding nether energy surged towards the Emperor Sword like a tidal wave, causing the nether runes on the sword to flicker and emanate a chilling pressure.

A hint of apprehension flashed in the eyes of the Origin Realm general. He dared not be careless in the slightest and hurriedly swung his silver battle axe to block Mingluo's attack.

A crisp metallic clang rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

The immense impact forced both of them back several steps. The Origin Realm General's arm went slightly numb, and his hand split open.

The fear in his eyes grew stronger—he never expected that Mingluo's strength was so formidable that he could stand against him head-on with his own power alone.

Just as Mingluo was engaged in fierce combat with this Origin Realm general, the other two Origin Realm generals exchanged a glance, a sinister glint in their eyes.

Instead of attacking the Nether Legion's battle formation, they flashed towards the gate of the Nexus.

They wanted to take advantage of the situation to break into the palace and seize the key point.

"Mingluo, you're too busy protecting yourself to care about those few good-for-nothings? Today, you're all doomed!"

In the shadows beside the hub gate, three figures staggered and leaned against a broken stone pillar.

It was none other than the Ziwei Emperor, the Gouchen Emperor, and the Houtu Emperor.

The three people were deathly pale, their lips were a strange bluish-black, and their spiritual energy was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Their once upright bodies were now hunched over, and they didn't even have the strength to lift their hands—they had already been secretly poisoned with a specially made spirit-suppressing poison by the cultivators of the Origin Realm.

His spiritual power was completely imprisoned, and his physical body was gradually decaying under the corrosive effects of the toxins. He could only watch helplessly as the battle raged outside the palace, his heart filled with sorrow and resentment.

"Hahaha, I never thought that we, the Heavenly Emperors, would have to rely on Mingluo for protection!" Empress Houtu gave a bitter laugh, her voice hoarse like a broken gong.

His eyes were filled with self-mockery and despair, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably when he raised his hand.

"The poison of those Source Realm scum is too insidious. We tried our best but couldn't force it out. We can only become useless spectators."

"We could only watch helplessly as the Heavenly Palace fell into the hands of foreign enemies!"

"Damn it! Am I going to go through what happened in my previous life again?!" A roar suddenly erupted from within the hub.

Shi Si's figure suddenly rushed out, his body surging with the power of the underworld, and his originally calm aura became extremely violent.

Like a volcano about to erupt, it swept across the entire perimeter of the hub.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and power surged wildly around him. An aura far surpassing the peak of the ninth level within the realm was quietly rising.

He was clearly making a frantic attempt to break through the barrier—he knew in his heart that as long as he could successfully break through, he could instantly recover his peak strength of the ninth level of the Breaking Realm.

They will then be able to break free from their current constraints and fight alongside Mingluo and Biquan to protect the Heavenly Palace.

Just as his aura was about to break through the shackles, an invisible pressure suddenly descended from the sky.

It was like an incomparable mountain pressing down on him, making his whole body stiffen.

The surging power within his body instantly stalled, and the momentum to break through to a higher realm was abruptly halted.

That was a global suppression formation set up by the Origin Realm, specifically designed to target the breakthroughs of cultivators across the heavens.

No matter how Shi Si struggled or how much he tried to activate his inner source, he could not break free from this suppression.

He could only watch helplessly as the opportunity to break through vanished, and the violent aura around him began to gradually become chaotic, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Emperor Ziwei slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Emperor Gouchen and Emperor Houtu beside him.

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an indescribable sense of melancholy: "Do you regret it? Do you regret not discovering the Origin Realm's conspiracy back then?"

"Do you regret falling into this predicament, now relying on Mingluo's desperate protection?"

After he finished speaking, a brief silence fell beside the stone pillar.

Only the clanging of weapons outside the hall made the three people's plight all the more tragic.

Emperor Gouchen suddenly raised his eyes, the self-mockery in them fading away, replaced by a stubborn sharpness.

Even though he was weak and pale, his tone remained firm: "Regret? What is there to regret! I was outmatched, poisoned by those scum from the Origin Realm, and became a prisoner. I accept it!"

"But I have no regrets about the decision I made. I did it to protect the Heavenly Palace, for the sake of those celestial beings who ascended to heaven after undergoing heavenly tribulations!"

Empress Houtu shook her head slightly, her fingertips curling slightly, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes, yet also concealing a sense of resentment.

Though his voice was weak, it was incredibly firm: "I am willing to pay the price for my mistakes, and I feel guilty for failing to protect the Heavenly Palace and my soldiers, but I never regret any of my decisions."

"No one can be right every time. I don't want to look back or criticize myself at the time."

"The reason things didn't go as planned is simply because I'm not strong enough to withstand the Origin Realm's conspiracy and to protect this world."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Ziwei slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

The despair in his eyes was gradually replaced by a hint of determination—yes, regret is useless, the only thing to do is to recognize the gap.

Even when trapped in dire straits, one must not lose the pride of the Heavenly Emperor.

Emperor Ziwei slowly opened his eyes, the melancholy and resentment in his eyes completely fading away, replaced by a resolute determination to burn his bridges.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips still trembling from the poison's corrosive effects, yet his movements were unusually resolute.

His gaze swept over Gouchen and Houtu, his voice low yet resolute: "Since things have come to this, the only option is to help this kid break through!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the extremely weak spiritual energy around her began to slowly surge.

Although the poison still lingered, there was an undeniable determination in his heart—he knew that Shi Si was his only hope at the moment.

Only by allowing Shi Si to break through his shackles and regain his peak strength can there be a chance to break the suppression of the Origin Realm.

Only then will there be a chance to reclaim the Heavenly Palace and avenge the fallen soldiers under your command.