All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Golden light soared into the sky, and Pei Shaoyu stood proudly in the void, his aura surpassing the peak of the Shattered Realm, so vast that it was suffocating.

The source power unleashed by the Source Lord was as insignificant as an ant in his palm, easily absorbed and dissolved without even causing a ripple.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

The allied forces from all the heavens and myriad worlds, all the powerful beings from the Origin Realm, and the wanderers from Earth in the distance all stood frozen in place, their eyes glazed over, their mouths agape involuntarily, and even their breathing stopped.

They witnessed this scene firsthand, seeing the Source Master's all-out attack easily neutralized by Pei Shaoyu, and even absorbed into his own power. This gap was beyond their comprehension and imagination.

"No...impossible!"

The Source Master trembled violently, his face ashen white, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror. He stared wide-eyed at Pei Shaoyu's palm, his voice trembling with a hint of collapse, "My Source Power, how could you possibly absorb it?! What kind of monster are you?!"

He is the Lord of the Origin Realm, holding all authority over the Origin Realm. His cultivation has already reached the peak of the Shattered Realm, and he is only one step away from that new realm.

He believed that his strength was enough to roam freely throughout the myriad realms and crush all living beings, but in front of Pei Shaoyu, he seemed so insignificant and laughable.

His all-out attack not only failed to harm his opponent in the slightest, but instead became "nourishment" for him. This was a great humiliation for him, and a despair that penetrated to the bone.

Pei Shaoyu slowly withdrew his palm. A faint aura of source energy remained in his palm. With a gentle clench, the remaining source energy completely merged into his body, nourishing his essence.

His gaze remained cold and calm as it fell upon the Source Lord. His tone was flat and devoid of any emotion, yet it carried boundless pressure, striking the Source Lord's heart hard: "Monster? In my eyes, you, and the entire Source Realm, are the monsters that threaten all the heavens and myriad worlds."

"Today, on behalf of all the heavens and myriad realms, on behalf of all beings harmed by the Origin Realm, and on behalf of all those who wander on Earth, I will settle your sins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Shaoyu's figure flashed and he instantly appeared in front of the Source Master. His speed was so fast that it transcended the limitations of time and space. Even the void itself was slightly distorted and trembled under his figure.

The Source Master froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he had no time to react, not even time to activate his Source Power for defense.

"Bang--!"

With a dull thud, Pei Shaoyu's fist slammed into the Source Master's chest.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no explosive burst of power, yet this punch contained power surpassing the peak of the Shattered Realm, contained the hopes of countless Mother Earth and countless wanderers of Earth, and contained the power of the laws of all the heavens and myriad realms.

The Source Lord's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood, which was the Source Lord's original blood, containing a vast amount of source power.

His golden armor shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments that scattered into the void. A huge fist-shaped mark appeared on his chest, and the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. The source energy around him instantly became chaotic, and his aura instantly weakened.

"Pfft—!"

The Source Lord crashed heavily into the void, spitting out another mouthful of blood. His face turned even paler, and the horror and despair in his eyes grew stronger. He struggled to get up, but it felt as if all the bones in his body had been shattered, making even the slightest movement incredibly difficult.

This is the gap.

A world of difference.

Despite his best efforts, he could only passively endure the beatings from Pei Shaoyu, without even a chance to retaliate.

"Source Master!"

The eight legion commanders of the Origin Realm (excluding the fallen Moon Cluster and Black Fiend), along with countless elders and powerful figures, all cried out in alarm, their eyes filled with panic and anxiety. They wanted to step forward and rescue the Origin Lord, but looking at Pei Shaoyu's sacred and majestic figure and the powerful aura surrounding him, not one of them dared to take a single step.

They were afraid, they were terrified, they were afraid that if they went forward, they would be easily wiped out by Pei Shaoyu, just like the Fifth Legion, their souls scattered.

Pei Shaoyu hovered in the void, his cold gaze sweeping over all the powerful figures in the Origin Realm, his tone calm: "No one can touch him. His life is mine, and only I can take it."

A single sentence, seemingly casual, carried boundless majesty and undeniable power, instantly intimidating all the powerful beings of the Origin Realm.

They all stopped in their tracks, trembling, their eyes filled with fear. They could only watch from afar as the Source Master was crushed by Pei Shaoyu, and as Pei Shaoyu's figure resembled a god. Their hearts were filled with despair.

Pei Shaoyu slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the Source Master once again. With a flash, he appeared in front of the Source Master again, looking down at him with no pity in his eyes, only icy coldness.

"Didn't you want to devour all the heavens and myriad realms, to become their ruler?"

Pei Shaoyu's voice carried a hint of mockery, "Didn't you want to kill me, and all the wanderers of Earth? Now, I stand right in front of you, so go ahead and make your move!"

The Source Lord raised his head, his eyes filled with boundless rage, resentment, and despair. He stared intently at Pei Shaoyu, his voice hoarse and tinged with collapse: "Pei Shaoyu... I'm not reconciled! My Source Realm, I've cultivated it for countless years, I've poured countless efforts into it, wanting to devour all the heavens and myriad worlds, wanting to become the ruler, how could I... how could I possibly lose to a wanderer from Earth like you?!"

"Unwilling to accept it?" Pei Shaoyu sneered, his tone icy. "In this world, there are not that many who are unwilling to accept it. Your Origin Realm has harmed living beings, slaughtered countless beings, and committed numerous evils. Today is your end, the end of your Origin Lord!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Shaoyu raised his hand, and a golden light rose from his palm. That light contained endless power of laws and power that surpassed the peak of the Shattered Realm. It slowly descended towards the Source Lord.

The Source Master shuddered, his eyes filled with fear. He mustered his last bit of strength and activated the Source Power within his body to condense a weak defensive barrier in an attempt to block the attack.

However, this defensive barrier was as fragile as paper in the face of Pei Shaoyu's golden light, and was completely vulnerable.

"Snap—!"

With a soft cracking sound, the defensive barrier shattered instantly, and golden light fell upon the Source Master without any obstruction.

The Source Lord let out a shrill scream. His body began to tremble rapidly, and the source power around him began to dissipate quickly. His cultivation level began to plummet rapidly, falling from the peak of the Shattered Realm to the ninth and eighth levels of the Shattered Realm, until he finally stopped at the third level of the Shattered Realm.

His body was covered with golden patterns, which acted like shackles, imprisoning his source power and his cultivation, making him unable to mobilize even a trace of source power, and turning him into a complete cripple.

"No... my cultivation! My source power!"

The Source Lord roared fiercely, his eyes filled with despair and collapse. He looked at his hands, at the lines on his body, his heart filled with resentment, "Pei Shaoyu, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

He struggled to rush towards Pei Shaoyu, wanting to perish together with Pei Shaoyu, but his body was bound by golden patterns, making it extremely difficult for him to even stand. He could only collapse in the void, roaring in vain, his eyes filled with madness and despair.

Pei Shaoyu looked at him with no pity in his eyes, only icy coldness. He slowly raised his hand, wanting to completely kill the Source Lord and end this war of gods.

But at that moment, a thought suddenly arose in his mind.

Although the Source Lord has become a cripple, he is still the Lord of the Source Realm and holds all the power over the Source Realm. If he is killed, the powerful beings of the Shattered Realm in the Source Realm will probably scatter and flee, or even hide their identities and come out again to harm the myriad realms and the wanderers on Earth.

Moreover, the immense power he gained by sacrificing everything was terrifying, but it also consumed a huge amount of his energy. His life was already on a countdown. Before his life ran out, he had to kill as many Shattered Realm experts from the Origin Realm as possible, seize their world cores and world authority, and hand over these authority to the Earth's Will, so that the Earth's Will could become stronger, so that the wanderers of Earth could receive better protection, and so that the road home could be smoother.

The Source Lord is the best bait.

As long as the Source Lord's life is spared, more Source Realm Shattering Realm experts will be attracted to come to his rescue. At that time, he will be able to wipe out these Shattering Realm experts in one fell swoop, kill them, and seize their world core and world authority.

Thinking of this, Pei Shaoyu slowly withdrew his hand. The golden light dissipated, and the golden patterns that had imprisoned the Source Master loosened slightly, allowing the Source Master to barely mobilize a trace of source power and stand up.

"Why...why didn't you kill me?"

The Source Lord trembled all over, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion. He looked at Pei Shaoyu, not understanding why Pei Shaoyu would spare his life, when he clearly had the ability to easily kill him.

Pei Shaoyu sneered, his tone icy: "Kill you? That's too easy for you."

"I will spare your life, so you can watch as I slaughter your subordinates one by one, watch as the Origin Realm you painstakingly built crumbles, watch as the wanderers of Earth return home, and die slowly in endless pain and despair!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Shaoyu raised his hand, and a golden chain rose from his palm, instantly wrapping around the Source Master's body and binding him firmly in the void, preventing him from escaping. He could only passively watch everything that was about to happen.

Then, Pei Shaoyu raised his head, his gaze sweeping over all the powerful figures in the Origin Realm. His tone was icy, carrying boundless pressure that resounded throughout the entire battlefield: "All Origin Realm Shattering Realm experts, come out!"

"Your Source Lord is in my hands. If you wish to save him, come and fight me in person!"

"If you dare not come, if you choose to flee, I will immediately slay the Source Lord, and then lead the allied forces of all realms to raze your Source Realm to the ground, slaughter all Source Realm cultivators, and ensure that you are never reincarnated!"

Pei Shaoyu's voice pierced through the void and clearly reached the ears of every Origin Realm expert. It carried endless killing intent and immense pressure, causing all the Origin Realm experts to tremble and feel fear and struggle in their hearts.

They knew that Pei Shaoyu meant what he said. If they dared not come, if they chose to flee, the Source Lord would surely die, the Source Realm would surely be razed, and they would surely be killed.

But they also knew that Pei Shaoyu's strength was too terrifying and too powerful. If they went to rescue him, it would be in vain. They would only die in vain and be easily wiped out by Pei Shaoyu, just like the Fifth Legion.

On one side is the life of the Source Lord, and on the other side is their own life; on one side is the survival of the Source Realm, and on the other side is their own survival. All the powerful beings of the Source Realm are caught in a dilemma, their hearts filled with struggle and pain.

"Commander, what should we do? Should we go to rescue the Source Lord?"

An elder from the Origin Realm looked at the legion commander beside him, his tone filled with panic and confusion, and asked.

The legion commander, pale-faced and with a look of struggle in his eyes, slowly shook his head and said in a heavy voice, "No, we can't go! Pei Shaoyu's strength is too terrifying. If we go, we'll only be throwing our lives away. We won't be able to save the Source Master at all, and it will only put us in a desperate situation as well."

"But if we don't go, the Source Lord will surely die, the Source Realm will be crushed, and we will also be doomed!" Another elder said, his voice filled with despair.

"There's nothing we can do about it," the legion commander said gravely. "Rather than throwing our lives away in vain, we should bide our time and wait for an opportunity. Perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope; perhaps the will of the Origin Realm will lend a hand!"

The Origin Realm Will is the original will of the Origin Realm. Its strength is immense, far surpassing the peak of the Shattered Realm. If the Origin Realm Will were to intervene, it might be able to defeat Pei Shaoyu, save the Origin Lord, and preserve the Origin Realm.

Upon hearing the words "Will of the Origin Realm," a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of all the powerful beings of the Origin Realm. They nodded in unison, praying that the Will of the Origin Realm would lend a helping hand, save them, save the Origin Lord, and save the Origin Realm.