All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Pei Shaoyu snapped out of his reverie, Lin Nuannuan's question, tinged with both confusion and determination, still echoing in his ears.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, slowly turned his head, and once again cast his gaze upon the light screen floating in the void.

Previously, he was filled with questions about fate and confusion about his own existence, and had never paid close attention to the strangeness brought by the light screen.

But this time, as soon as he looked over, he was suddenly jolted, and a look of disbelief and astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Something is wrong!

He could clearly feel that the energy within his body was slowly improving!

At this moment, the meridians throughout the body no longer stung, the depleted essence was quietly recovering, and even the whole person's state was maintained in an extremely delicate balance.

It neither continued to weaken nor showed any signs of a surge; it simply remained steady, and even slowly began to improve.

"This light screen..." Pei Shaoyu frowned, staring intently at the light screen, his heart filled with doubt.

Is it the power of the light screen?

Is it that same mysterious author influencing him from the shadows?

He couldn't understand it, but he could clearly feel the changes in his body; the deep-seated fatigue was gradually dissipating.

Below, among the devastated wanderers of Earth, a few also noticed something amiss.

They were trembling and their blood was churning, but under the dim light of the light screen, their agitated emotions gradually calmed down, and their injuries also showed slight improvement.

"Have you noticed? Do you feel a little better?"

"Yeah! I was in sore all over just now, but now it doesn't hurt as much!"

Discussions arose again, and the desperate screams were gradually replaced by doubts. Everyone's eyes were once again focused on the light screen.

The allied forces of all realms, along with the Source Lord and the will of the Source Realm, also noticed this strange scene, their eyes filled with vigilance and confusion.

What exactly is this light screen?

Not only can it present bizarre novel plots, but it can also affect their physical condition?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, the images on the light screen began to rotate again.

In the video, the mysterious man has stopped typing and is holding his phone, his fingers rapidly swiping across the screen, seemingly chatting with someone.

The camera zoomed in, and the chat history on the phone screen was clearly displayed to everyone.

"Bro, should I end this novel or not?"

The man sent a message, his tone full of struggle and helplessness.

Soon, the other party replied: "It's up to you. The readership is getting lower and lower, not many people are reading it. Continuing to write will just be a waste of time."

The man looked at the message, his brows furrowing slowly, a troubled expression on his face.

He looked at his phone and murmured softly, his voice full of reluctance: "But... I can't bear to give up the platform's full attendance bonus."

One sentence revealed his inner conflict.

On one hand, there's the dwindling readership, making it impossible to generate any buzz if I continue writing; on the other hand, there's the platform's full attendance bonus, and giving up feels like a waste.

He remained silent for a long time, his fingers hovering over the screen for a long time, but in the end he did not send a message.

He then put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, a weary smile on his face, and sighed softly, "Sigh, it's all over now..."

His tone was full of helplessness and dejection.

This novel once enjoyed a brief period of popularity, with countless netizens leaving messages urging for more updates. However, as the plot progressed, readership declined, and now, very few people continue reading it.

He poured his heart and soul into it, but failed to achieve the desired result. His disappointment is unimaginable.

The wanderers on Earth watched this scene with mixed feelings.

Their fates and their experiences are entrusted to a novel that is about to die out?

If this man really chooses to finish the novel, what will become of their fate?

Fear and confusion once again gripped their hearts.

Pei Shaoyu also frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on the man in the light screen, his doubts growing stronger.

Who exactly is this man?

Can his decision really determine the fate of all of them?

Just then, the man in the light screen seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head, looking out at the sky.

His eyes no longer held the desolation and helplessness of before, but rather a hint of doubt and inquiry, as if he were looking through the sky at something distant.

Pei Shaoyu was jolted, and his heart skipped a beat.

That feeling...

That gaze seemed to be directed not at the sky, but at him!

Pei Shaoyu couldn't believe it. He slowly moved his body from one end of the void to the other.

The man inside the light screen also moved his gaze, keeping it locked in his direction!

At this moment, Pei Shaoyu was absolutely certain!

This man is looking at him!

Across the light curtain suspended in the void, across endless time and space, two people who were originally unrelated actually achieved a cross-time and space eye contact!

Pei Shaoyu's breathing instantly became rapid.

He could clearly see the doubt and inquiry in the man's eyes, and the man could also clearly see the confusion and questioning in his eyes.

There was no sound, no conversation.

Only two gazes, traversing endless time and space, intertwined tightly through the light barrier.

The entire battlefield of the heavens fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the light screen, at the gaze that transcended time and space, their hearts filled with shock and unease.

They had no idea what kind of changes this gaze across time and space would bring.

It's unknown what decision that mysterious man will make after seeing Pei Shaoyu clearly.

The eye contact lasted for a long time. The man in the light screen moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"you......"

The faint sound had just escaped the man's lips, before he could even utter a word, when suddenly something unexpected happened!

"Snap—!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the light screen that had been floating in the void and always emitting a soft white light shattered quietly at this moment!

The fragments, like countless stars, slowly dissipated into the void, leaving not a trace.

Everyone was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

Why did the light curtain suddenly shatter?

Just as everyone was in astonishment, a pitch-black rift suddenly appeared in the void.

The crack was small, but it emitted a chilling spatial fluctuation, appearing precisely between the scene where the man was and the myriad worlds, completely separating the two.

Pei Shaoyu snapped back to reality, a flicker of urgency and confusion in his eyes. Facing the spatial rift and the man on the other side, he demanded in a deep voice, "Who are you?!"

These words were powerful and resounding, expressing not only Pei Shaoyu's doubts but also the sentiments of everyone present!

The allied forces from all the heavens and myriad worlds, the wanderers of Earth, the Source Lord and the will of the Source Realm—all eyes were fixed on that spatial rift, awaiting the other party's answer.

A moment later, a clear and mysterious voice came from the spatial rift, piercing through the void and clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Me? You can call me Flying Feather Under the Sky."

"Feathers flying in the sky?"

Pei Shaoyu frowned, repeating the address in a low voice, his eyes filled with even more doubt, "What a strange address."

The voice rang out again, its tone tinged with a mix of emotion, helplessness, and barely perceptible guilt: "I never imagined that the plot of the movie would actually come true."

"I've always wanted to give each of you a perfect storyline and complete characters, but I've found that creating a novel isn't that easy."

The voice didn't stop, its tone now tinged with genuine longing and helplessness, as it slowly said, "I fantasize about all sorts of adventures and worlds every day, but when I sit in front of the computer, I never know how to express them."

"I don't want you to be just cold words, I don't want your fate to be controlled by me at will," his voice softened, carrying a hint of pleading.

"I hope you are all living, breathing people, not just words I write."

But ideals can never withstand reality.

His voice deepened, filled with a sense of helplessness, "But I'm always affected by various factors."

His words had barely faded when a heart-wrenching question echoed from below. A wanderer from Earth could no longer hold back, his eyes reddening as he roared at the spatial rift, "Why! Why must we be forced to leave our homeland! To leave our native soil!"

His voice was hoarse and broken, filled with despair and resentment, tears streaming down his face. "Being a wanderer isn't enough! We have to be homeless too!"

These words acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the grievances and anger in the hearts of all those who had left home. More and more people joined the questioning, and their voices converged, causing the void to tremble slightly.

All eyes were focused on the spatial rift, and no one noticed that in a corner of the battlefield, in a deserted void, a strange change was quietly taking place.

The grievances, the despair, and the resentment of those wanderers of Earth did not dissipate with their voices; instead, they emanated slowly from their bodies like an invisible black mist.

Strand by strand, thread by thread, they quietly gather together, growing thicker and thicker.

Strangely, these resentful thoughts seemed to have their own consciousness. They did not spread around or disturb anyone. They simply clung to the shadows of the void, carefully wriggling and hiding.

It avoided Pei Shaoyu's aura, the fluctuations of the spatial rift, and even the probing of the Origin Realm's will, like a lurking ferocious beast, silently accumulating power, waiting for the right opportunity.