All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The light screen remained lit, and the images flowed continuously like water.

There were no earth-shattering battles, and no dramatic twists and turns.

Only lines of cold text and familiar scenes slowly appeared on the screen.

Those events, those scenes, those memories etched into my very bones.

Every scene, every incident, is chillingly precise.

No need for deliberate description, no need for unnecessary foreshadowing.

The wanderers on Earth recognized it at a glance—it was everything they had personally experienced!

It was their confusion as they crossed into another world, and their miserable state as they were being hunted down.

It is the passion of fighting side by side, and the pain of losing loved ones.

It is their unwavering, day-to-day, and never-ending yearning to return home.

Every word, every scene, even every glance, is exactly the same as their experience, without the slightest difference!

"Buzz—!"

The first traveler began to tremble violently.

His face was ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, his body trembled like a candle in the wind, and his teeth chattered incessantly.

Then, the second, the third...

More and more people living on Earth are experiencing extreme trembling.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through their clothes, clinging coldly to their skin and sending a chill down their spines.

The bewilderment and fear in their eyes spread like a tide, completely engulfing all their reason.

Everything they risked their lives to protect, their journey home.

So, it was all just a pre-arranged plot written by someone else?

"Hahaha...hahaha..."

A piercing, distorted laugh suddenly erupted from among the travelers.

There was no joy in that laughter, only a deep-seated despair and self-mockery.

A wanderer suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a madman, and roared wildly at the void, at the light screen:

"It's all fake! It's all fake! It's all fake!"

His voice was hoarse and broken, filled with heart-wrenching pain. Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, stained with blood and tears.

"What exactly is the point of our efforts?!"

"What are we fighting tooth and nail, struggling to survive, all for?!"

"The obsession with returning home, the camaraderie of standing shoulder to shoulder, the brothers who sacrificed themselves... were they all just a lie?!"

The roar, like thunder, resounded throughout the entire battlefield of the heavens.

More and more people who had left home were infected by this emotion and broke down and screamed.

"It's fake! It's all fake!"

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

"We are not fictional characters! We are living, breathing human beings!"

The agonizing screams and desperate howls converged, heartbreaking to behold, and even the void seemed to tremble slightly at the sound of this mournful cry.

The allied forces from all the heavens and myriad worlds, and the cultivators from the Origin Realm, all held their breath, their eyes fixed on the devastated wanderers of Earth.

They offered no mockery, no sympathy, only a deep-seated fear.

A terrible thought began to frantically grow in the minds of all of them.

If the experiences of those wandering on Earth were truly a plot from a novel.

So, aren't these wanderers of Earth the protagonists of this world?

Their fates had already been predetermined; they could only follow the plot step by step.

But what if... what if they anger these main characters?

What if these main characters decide they don't want to follow the plot anymore?

Will this world disappear completely?

Will these so-called supporting characters be erased from the public eye in an instant?

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around the heart of every allied cultivator.

They all retreated, their eyes filled with fear, not daring to even breathe loudly, for fear of accidentally angering these distraught wanderers of Earth.

The Source Lord and the will of the Source Realm were also frozen in place.

Their former arrogance and pride had vanished without a trace, replaced by deep shock and unease.

They have always regarded the wanderers of Earth as ants, as stumbling blocks preventing them from conquering all the worlds.

But now they realize that these "ants" may be the core of this world!

If something happens to these wanderers of Earth, will they, and the entire Origin Realm, also be reduced to ashes?

On the battlefield, only Pei Shaoyu remained suspended in the void.

He did not break down, nor did he scream; he simply watched quietly as the wanderers below struggled in pain.

His eyes were incredibly complex, filled with heartache, confusion, resentment, and an indescribable sadness.

After a long while, he slowly raised his hands.

These hands have slain countless powerful beings from the Origin Realm and protected countless wanderers of Earth.

These hands carry the expectations of Mother Earth and the hopes of all those who wander far from home.

But now, these hands appear so pale and so powerless.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and weak, like a murmur, speaking to the void, to the light screen, to the mysterious author, whispering:

"Am I... the embodiment of your will?"

"Why did you create us?"

"Why must we endure so much suffering?"

The voice was soft, yet it carried endless confusion and questioning.

The news spread throughout the entire battlefield, but received no response.

The light screen remained lit, and the images continued to flow.

Those cold words continue to surface, telling of their predetermined fate.

Among the crowd, Lin Nuannuan stood quietly, her whole body trembling slightly, but she did not break down and scream like the other travelers.

Her gaze was fixed on the light screen, watching the words that kept appearing. Her eyes gradually changed from initial fear to disbelief and astonishment.

The story on the screen included her past battles alongside Wei Yu and others, but when the text turned to a bizarre and eerie scene, Lin Nuannuan shuddered and her pupils contracted sharply.

This storyline is not based on her experiences in all the myriad worlds!

That was her past, when she was deeply trapped in a bizarre dungeon world—endless mist, man-eating vengeful spirits, and the ever-present phantom of an evil god behind her; every detail was terrifyingly precise.

"This...isn't this my experience in the bizarre dungeon?" Lin Nuannuan murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

She suddenly realized that this plot did not belong to this novel with the theme of returning home at all, but was a memory she vaguely remembered that seemed to belong to another world—her experience as the protagonist of another book!

It turns out that she was not only a supporting character in this novel about returning home, but also the protagonist of another book by that mysterious man!

Lin Nuannuan slowly turned around, her gaze falling on the faint, illusory image of the evil god behind her.

The phantom was as black as ink, exuding a strange yet powerful aura. Ever since she emerged from the eerie dungeon, it had been silently following behind her, never leaving.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and addressed the phantom of the evil god with a voice tinged with confusion yet also revealing determination, softly asking, "So what should we do now?"

These words, though small, clearly pierced through the cries of the wanderers and entered the void.

Pei Shaoyu, who was muttering to himself in front of the light screen and lost in endless confusion, was suddenly jolted awake as if struck by lightning.