All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The excruciating pain in Ye Fan's body receded rapidly like a tide, but his consciousness seemed to be pulled away from his body by an invisible hand, floating uncontrollably and detaching from his battered flesh.

All around him was boundless darkness, without a trace of light or shadow, without a sound, and he couldn't even feel the passage of time. Only a bone-chilling cold slowly eroded his remaining consciousness, as if it were about to devour him completely.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely sink and dissipate into the darkness, a faint, almost imperceptible point of light suddenly appeared at the end of the darkness, like the only spark in the darkness, flickering faintly.

The point of light was pure white, emitting extremely faint fluctuations of consciousness. It was not aggressive, but only had a faint sense of loneliness. It moved slowly, gradually approaching Ye Fan's floating consciousness, its speed slow but determined.

Ye Fan subconsciously released a wisp of his remaining consciousness, as if reaching out an invisible hand, cautiously touching the point of light. His heart was full of doubt, yet also carried a hint of barely perceptible expectation—this was the first time he had felt the existence of a consciousness other than his own while unconscious.

"Who are you?"

A tender yet distinctly wary awareness slowly rose from the depths of Ye Fan's heart. It was a question he uttered with the last of his strength, his tone full of bewilderment, wondering what this suddenly appearing point of light was.

The next second, the light suddenly stopped, and the originally weak fluctuations of consciousness instantly became violent, teetering on the verge of collapse like a candle in the wind, mixed with an incredulous tremor and a hint of deep-seated ecstasy.

"You...you can communicate with me?"

The light spot's consciousness was filled with shock, ecstasy, and a hint of vulnerability that was hard to conceal. It was as if it had been drifting in the darkness for endless years and had finally encountered its kind. The loneliness was instantly shattered, leaving only the excitement of surviving a catastrophe. Even the light spot's radiance seemed to brighten a bit.

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat, his confusion deepening. His initial wariness subsided slightly, replaced by curiosity. He released another wisp of his consciousness, demanding, "Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you in my consciousness?"

The light gradually stabilized, and the fluctuations in his consciousness subsided somewhat, though a faint, almost imperceptible tremor remained, mixed with the vicissitudes of time and deep resentment, slowly seeping into Ye Fan's mind.

"I am Wei Yu..."

"In other words, the Sentinels that you time travelers have been searching for and mentioning."

These words exploded in Ye Fan's mind like a thunderclap, shaking his remaining consciousness violently. His face was filled with disbelief, and he even stopped breathing for a moment.

He never imagined that the faint fragment of soul he had encountered while unconscious was actually the legendary Sentinel Wei Yu! The legendary powerful figure who deciphered Earth's coordinates but died!

Wei Yu's consciousness continued to flow, filled with overwhelming rage from being hunted, along with a deep sense of helplessness and resentment, as he slowly recounted that long-buried past: "At the very last moment when I had exhausted all my strength and finally deciphered the precise coordinates of Earth, a group of mysterious people dressed in black robes suddenly appeared and silently surrounded me."

"They were incredibly powerful, and the aura of each of them was suppressed to the extreme. I fought back with all my might, but I was no match for them at all. Seeing that the Earth coordinates that I had painstakingly deciphered were about to be taken away by them, I had no choice but to destroy the coordinates with my own hands."

"I thought that everything would end completely with my death, that the traces of Earth would disappear forever from the myriad worlds, and that those wanderers who were away from home would never be able to find their way back."

"But I never expected that after my death, the Sentinel ability hidden within me would awaken automatically, taking my remaining soul with it and shattering it into countless fragments."

"These fragments of soul, carrying a trace of my consciousness and scattered information about Earth, rushed into the chaotic spacetime tunnel, like rootless duckweed, flying into all the worlds, searching for those wanderers like me, drifting far from home and longing for their hometowns."

Wei Yu's voice was tinged with an undisguised sob, and a surge of overwhelming joy that far surpassed the pain of the past: "For countless years, I've wandered in the cold cracks of time and space, trying to communicate with the consciousness of countless time travelers, but no one has ever been able to respond to me... You are the first!"

Ye Fan was deeply moved, his mind churning with a storm of emotions. Countless questions flooded his mind. He suppressed his excitement and was about to press the black-robed men for their origins, why they wanted to seize Earth's coordinates, and more information about Earth.

Just then—

"boom!!!"

An irresistible and terrifying pressure, like a world-ending tsunami, suddenly swept across the entire consciousness space. Then, this pressure penetrated the consciousness level and swept across the entire world where Ye Fan was, omnipresent and all-pervasive!

The pressure was far stronger than any power Ye Fan had ever seen before. It seemed to crush and tear the entire world apart. Heaven and earth trembled violently under this pressure, and even the air was compressed to the point of almost solidification.

Ye Fan's consciousness was crushed by this terrifying pressure, causing him unbearable pain, as if it were being torn to pieces. He couldn't help but let out a silent roar. Wei Yu's soul fragments dimmed instantly under this pressure, their light so faint as to be almost invisible, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Wh...what's going on? What kind of power is this?" Wei Yu's consciousness was filled with extreme fear, trembling violently, and his tone was full of despair. He could feel that this power was countless times stronger than the black-robed man who killed him back then.

Ye Fan had no time to respond, nor was he able to. His consciousness was overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, and he could only barely maintain a sliver of awareness, struggling to perceive everything around him.

He could clearly feel countless massive and convenient wills, like rushing rivers and roaring thunder, crossing billions of time and space barriers, breaking through the limitations of the spacetime barrier, and surging wildly towards this world, their numbers so vast that they were countless!

"Click—click—"

A subtle yet piercing cracking sound echoed in every corner of the world. Visibly, cracks spread and expanded rapidly like a spider web on the world's barrier, each crack leaking terrifying energy from the outside world.

That was a power that even the rules of the world could not stop, a resonance of the wills of countless powerful beings, and the boundless rage and obsession that erupted from countless wandering souls after sensing the Sentinel's presence!

The next second, countless roars, howls, and rebukes pierced through the shattered world barrier, resounding in every corner of Ye Fan's world, shaking the heavens and earth violently, causing clouds to churn, mountains to collapse, and rivers to overflow!

"Hahaha! I knew it! The Sentinel isn't dead! His soul fragments are still there! We still have hope of going home!"

A rough, furious roar, filled with extreme ecstasy and chilling killing intent, resounded through the sky, causing the clouds to instantly shatter. The excitement in that voice was almost overflowing, as if the obsession suppressed for countless years had finally been released.

"Scum! You deserve to die! How dare you kill a sentinel, how dare you destroy Earth's coordinates, cutting off our way home! Today, we will grind you to dust!"

Another icy, chilling female voice, like a thousand-year-old iceberg, carried a bone-chilling coldness, as if it could freeze the entire world. The killing intent in that voice was enough to change the color of heaven and earth and make all things bow down.

"Last time! I missed that great battle, I couldn't protect the sentries, I couldn't hold onto our hope of returning home, and that's my lifelong regret!"

"This time! I won't miss it again! I'll show you scum what the wrath of the strong is, what despair is!"

His voice was ancient and violent, filled with endless regret and determination, as well as a world-destroying aura, as if he could crush all enemies the moment he arrived.

"A bunch of rats hiding in the shadows, daring to bark at us? Daring to block our way home?"

"You dare to block the path of us powerful beings from all realms? You are utterly overestimating yourselves and courting death! Today, you will pay a terrible price!"

"You stray dogs who can't even go home, dare to be arrogant in front of us? Today, we'll annihilate you all, so you'll never be reincarnated!"

"Even stray dogs have kennels, but you transmigrators don't even have homes. This time, I'm going to crush you all one by one!"

"Arrogant! The former loser thinks he can reverse his defeat by throwing his creations across the myriad worlds!"

Countless voices intertwined, some angry, some resentful, some ecstatic, some murderous, and some deeply obsessive. Each voice came from a different world, but they all shared the same goal—to avenge the Sentinels and find their way home.

Each voice represents a powerful being from countless worlds. Each powerful being possesses the strength to destroy the heavens and the earth. Their wills, when combined, form an irresistible force that crushes the entire world.

Each will contains the power to destroy the world. Some carry the obsession of wanderers, while others want to destroy their hopes. This power is enough to break through any obstacle and make the entire universe tremble.

The cracks in the world barrier grew larger and deeper, and terrifying energy leaked out from them, sweeping across the entire world. The sky and earth changed color, the wind and clouds reversed, the galaxy collapsed, and space shattered. The entire world was plunged into extreme chaos and panic, as if the end of the world was about to arrive.

At this moment, in the unimaginably distant depths of the universe, in that fragment of a world that carries the origin of the Zerg and exudes an eerie aura, all is deathly silent, devoid of any life.

Inside the pitch-black tower palace, the Zerg King, who had just awakened from an endless slumber, slowly straightened his tall body. His figure appeared particularly eerie and majestic under the dark red light, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

He was dressed in a jet-black robe embroidered with strange insectoid patterns, within which flowed dark red evil energy. The dark red evil aura around him trembled slightly, and his originally indifferent and lifeless dark red eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp, cold glint, like a sword, as if capable of piercing through any obstacle.

His slender fingers curled slightly, with a faint dark red energy swirling around his fingertips. As he moved, the space around him began to distort and tremble, and countless tiny spatial cracks quietly appeared around him before quickly dissipating.

He turned his head slightly, as if sensing something. His nostrils twitched slightly as he tried to catch the aura that had traveled across billions of years and spaces. A cold and eerie smile slowly curved his lips. There was no warmth in that smile, only endless indifference and vigilance.

A deep, hoarse, ancient voice, as if from the depths of hell, slowly echoed in the empty, silent palace, carrying a hint of barely perceptible doubt and a deep-seated wariness, reverberating throughout the entire tower.

"A familiar scent..."

That aura, penetrating the galaxy, clearly entered his senses, carrying a familiar tremor and a power he quite missed.

The Zerg King's eyes grew colder, the dark red light intensified, and the evil aura around him surged wildly like a volcano about to erupt, the oppressive feeling growing stronger and stronger, causing the entire palace to tremble violently.

He could clearly sense that a massive storm was quietly brewing in a distant time and space, a storm far exceeding any previous one, enough to sweep across the entire universe.

On the other side, Ye Fan's consciousness space was in complete chaos, with terrifying pressure still raging wildly, eroding Ye Fan and Wei Yu's consciousness every second.

Wei Yu's soul fragments grew dimmer and dimmer, their light becoming extremely faint, as if they would completely dissipate into the darkness at any moment, leaving not a trace.

"Quick...quick, hide! Ye Fan, protect my fragments and find somewhere to hide!" Wei Yu roared at Ye Fan with his last ounce of consciousness, his voice filled with urgency and despair. "Their senses are extremely sharp. They'll be here soon, and they'll definitely come to kill you!"

Ye Fan's consciousness was crushed by the oppressive force, causing him unbearable pain. His head felt like it was about to explode, but he still gritted his teeth and used all his remaining strength to release his consciousness, trying to protect that faint point of light and block that terrifying pressure.

But he was powerless. At this moment, he was just a wisp of consciousness in a coma, without any fighting power. Faced with this earth-shattering pressure and the people who were about to arrive, he could only watch helplessly and could do nothing.

The pressure from the will of all worlds grew stronger and stronger, layer upon layer like a tidal wave. The cracks in the world's barriers grew larger and deeper, and terrifying energy leaked out more and more, teetering the entire world on the brink of collapse.

Those auras seemed to be quietly gathering in the distant void, becoming clearer and clearer. That chilling killing intent pierced through the barriers of time and space, entering Ye Fan's senses and making him shudder.

The Zerg King's gaze had pierced through billions of stars, precisely locking onto Ye Fan's location. His gaze was cold and eerie, carrying a hint of inquiry and a barely perceptible killing intent, as if it could descend at any moment.

The crisis has completely arrived, omnipresent and all-pervasive, enveloping the entire world, as well as the consciousness of Ye Fan and Wei Yu.

Ye Fan, the only transmigrator who can communicate with Sentinel Wei Yu, the one who carries the hopes of wanderers from all realms to return home, is about to be swept into a massive storm that will engulf all realms and destroy the world. His fate will be completely rewritten in this storm!