All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The faint light from the spatial rift still flickered, and the voice of "Feather Under the Sky," filled with helplessness and guilt, still echoed in the void.

He did not directly answer the questions of the wanderers, but every word he said confirmed their suspicions—their fate and their suffering were ultimately "preordained".

Each response was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of everyone present.

The cries and questions from those wandering on Earth gradually faded, replaced by a deep-seated numbness and despair.

They had already guessed the answer, but still clung to a sliver of hope. However, when the truth was completely exposed, all their hope vanished.

At this moment, it is not only those living far from Earth who are most affected.

Many cultivators from other forces across the myriad realms, as well as creatures from the Origin Realm, were utterly devastated after hearing the words of "Feather Under the Sky" and realizing the truth of the matter.

"No...impossible!"

A high-ranking cultivator from the Allied Forces of the Heavens trembled violently, his face ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he kept muttering to himself as if he were deceiving himself.

He cultivated for a thousand years, experiencing countless life-and-death situations, and finally climbed to his current position, in charge of a force, believing that his destiny was in his own hands.

But now, someone is telling him that everything about him was pre-programmed.

His cultivation, his battles, his glory and humiliation, even his life and death, are all just a passage of text written by someone else, a supporting character who exists to highlight the protagonist.

How could he accept this?

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a shrill, distorted laugh erupted from the creatures of the Origin Realm.

He was a powerful being in the Shattered Realm of the Origin Realm, who was once invincible on the battlefield, having killed countless wanderers from Earth and cultivators from the Allied Forces. He always believed himself to be a powerful being among all the worlds and one of the rule-makers.

But at this moment, he appeared insane, his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, as he roared madly at the void, at the spatial rift: "So we were all set up to be villains!"

"Am I destined to be a stepping stone, a supporting character used to help the protagonist grow?!"

The roar was deafening, filled with resentment and despair. Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, stained with blood and tears.

His roar acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the panic and anger in the hearts of all the forces of the myriad realms and the creatures of the Origin Realm.

More and more people began to break down and scream. The originally orderly allied forces and the originally cohesive Origin Realm formation instantly became chaotic.

"It's all fake! It's all fake! I've cultivated my whole life, and I'm just a supporting character?"

"I'm not reconciled! I refuse to accept this! Why should our fate be controlled by others? Why should we be used as stepping stones?"

"What exactly is this world? What is the purpose of our existence?"

"I killed so many people, fought for so long, and in the end, I'm just a joke in someone else's writing?"

Painful roars, desperate cries, and angry questions converged and resounded throughout the entire battlefield, even the void seemed to tremble slightly at the sound of this tragic and frenzied voice.

Some people smashed their magical artifacts in despair, some attacked their companions frantically, and some simply gave up resistance, collapsing to the ground with empty eyes, like walking corpses.

They once fought and schemed against each other for power, strength, and survival, believing they were writing their own destiny.

But now we realize that everything they did was just following a pre-set script, moving forward step by step like puppets on strings—laughable and pathetic.

Even those powerful beings who were originally steadfast in their minds and highly accomplished in their cultivation began to waver at this moment.

They sat cross-legged, eyes closed, trying to calm themselves, but the words "manipulated," "supporting character," and "setting" echoed in their minds like a curse, refusing to leave.

They pursued the Great Way and transcendence throughout their lives, but if they couldn't even control their own destiny, and their existence was merely words written by others, then what was the meaning of everything they pursued?

"The Great Dao is nothingness, fate is unpredictable... It turns out, we are all just pawns." A powerful figure from the allied forces with white hair slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with weariness and confusion, and murmured softly, his aura instantly weakening.

He had cultivated for countless ages and endured numerous tribulations, his mind reaching a state of perfect tranquility. Yet, at this moment, this cruel truth shattered his resolve.

Not only him, but many other powerful beings were also in a state of wavering Dao hearts at this moment. Their auras were fluctuating, and they were in danger of going into a state of demonic possession and losing all their cultivation at any time.

The entire battlefield of the heavens was plunged into chaos and collapse.

The wanderers of Earth stood numbly in place, watching all this unfold before them, feeling no joy, only endless sorrow.

They once hated the creatures of the Origin Realm and the various forces of the myriad realms that were their enemies, but now they realize that everyone is the same, a pawn being manipulated, a supporting character in someone else's play.

There is no such thing as good or evil, no such thing as right or wrong, only a pre-set plot and an inescapable fate.

Just then, an extremely strong wave suddenly erupted from the direction of the Origin Realm!

The surge was violent and chaotic, filled with boundless rage and pain, far surpassing any previous eruption, and instantly swept across the entire battlefield of the heavens.

Everyone instinctively looked over, their eyes filled with astonishment.

In the core area of ​​the Origin Realm, the Origin Realm Will, which was originally pitch black and devoid of any emotional fluctuations, was now shaking violently.

Its form became distorted and twisted, and the black mist around it churned wildly like boiling water, emanating a chilling pressure.

"Buzz—!"

With a deafening roar, the fluctuations of the Origin Realm's will surged once again, causing the entire Origin Realm to tremble slightly, as if it might collapse at any moment.

"I only set the rules!"

A hoarse and angry roar erupted from the will of the Origin Realm. The voice was no longer cold and ruthless as before, but was filled with strong emotions, carrying endless grievances and anger.

"All I want is for all the heavens and myriad worlds to function smoothly!"

The roar grew louder and more furious, and at that moment, the form of the Origin Realm's will began to undergo a strange change.

The black mist surrounding it gradually faded away, and in its place appeared a blurry humanoid phantom.

The phantom slowly coalesced, becoming clearer and clearer, more and more real.

The moment the phantom completely solidified, everyone present was stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment!

The figure, dressed in a black brocade robe, had a handsome face and a cold and aloof air about him. But at this moment, he was in great pain, clutching his head tightly with both hands, and his body was trembling violently.

That's... Li Sinan!

"Li Sinan?! How could it be him?!"

"How could the core of the Origin Realm's will be Li Sinan?"

"What exactly is going on?"

A murmur of discussion erupted instantly. Everyone was shocked, staring intently at the figure, their hearts filled with doubt.

Li Sinan was once a genius cultivator in the myriad realms, with profound cultivation and extraordinary talent, and was once regarded as the person most likely to break through to the highest realm.

In his previous life, Li Sinan was not just a simple genius cultivator; he was the true number one person in all realms.

His cultivation level is unfathomable, surpassing all other great powers. He was also the one who personally established the cultivation realms for all the heavens and myriad realms back then!

It was he who established the complete cultivation system from within the realm, breaking through the realm, and shattering the realm, thus regulating the cultivation path of cultivators in all realms. Back then, he was revered by all realms and was an insurmountable peak in the hearts of countless cultivators.

But no one expected that the core of the Origin Realm's will would be him!

Pei Shaoyu also frowned, his gaze fixed on the white-clad figure, his eyes filled with doubt and vigilance.

He clearly remembered that Li Sinan, who was in charge of the Shenxing Division and controlled the rules of all realms, was exactly the same as Li Sinan in appearance and aura. Even the deep-rooted arrogance was exactly the same.

"Why... why is it Li Sinan?" Pei Shaoyu murmured.

At this moment, the core will of the Origin Realm, which had transformed into the appearance of Li Sinan, was still holding its head in its hands, roaring in pain, and its anger was overflowing like a tide.

"Is it wrong for me to simply want to establish rules to ensure the smooth operation of all the heavens and worlds?"

"Why? Why treat me like this? Why was I programmed this way?"

"I'm not reconciled! I refuse to accept this!"

The angry roars and painful wails combined to create a heartbreaking scene.

Everyone could clearly feel his anger and resentment, his pain and unwillingness.

This is the first time that the core of the Origin Realm's will has shown emotion!

For the first time, I felt anger; for the first time, I felt wronged; for the first time, like a normal person, I roared in pain and cried out in despair.

Before this, the will of the Origin Realm was always cold and ruthless. It was merely an entity that set rules and controlled the Origin Realm, devoid of any emotions or feelings. Everything it did was solely for the expansion and stability of the Origin Realm.

But now, it has transformed into the form of Li Sinan, possessing human emotions, and experiencing human pain and anger.

All of this is too bizarre, too unbelievable.

"Could it be... that Li Sinan was the embodiment of the Origin Realm's will from the very beginning?" someone cautiously speculated, their tone filled with apprehension.

"Possibly! Otherwise, how could the core of the Origin Realm's will manifest in his likeness?"

"So, we've been kept in the dark all along; it was all part of a pre-arranged script?"

The discussions grew louder, and everyone's hearts were filled with doubt and unease.

At this moment, Wei Yu, standing in the crowd, looked at everything before him and felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity wash over him.

He stood there quietly, his face expressionless, showing neither anger nor despair, only a deep-seated sense of absurdity.