All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the collapsing forces of the myriad worlds, over the furious roaring will of the Origin Realm, over the numb wanderers of Earth, and finally, it landed on himself.

Scenes from his past life flashed through his mind like a movie.

In his past life, he fought desperately against the hunters in order to protect the wanderers of Earth and to open the way home.

He believed that his sacrifice was great and meaningful, and that it was to protect his compatriots and the hometown he cherished.

But later, he was resurrected.

He believed that this was a blessing from heaven and a mercy from fate, giving him the opportunity to continue protecting his compatriots and to continue his search for his homeland.

He awakened all the power of the Sentinels, becoming one of the very few among the wanderers of Earth to break through the Shattered Realm, and thus the most powerful person.

He devoted all his efforts to cultivating the power of the Sentinels and deciphering the mysteries of space, all in order to open a passage home so that all wanderers on Earth could return to their homeland.

During this process, he experienced confusion, wavering, and despair.

He believed that his persistence and his efforts were his own choices and that he controlled his own destiny.

But now he realizes that it was all a lie.

The sacrifices of the past life, the resurrection, the awakening of all the Sentinels' power, the opening of the path home, the wavering of their hearts, and even every battle and every choice, are all carried out in accordance with the will of "Feathers Under the Sky".

He thought he was a savior, a hero protecting his compatriots, but in reality, he was just a puppet being manipulated, a supporting character moving forward step by step according to the plot.

So many compatriots died, so much blood was shed, so much pain and struggle—what does it all amount to?

Is it part of the plot's development? A stepping stone for the protagonist's growth? Or just an insignificant passage from someone else's writing?

Wei Yu's heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe, yet he couldn't shed a single tear.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his hands, at the radiant scepter in his hands.

This authority is the symbol of the sentinel, the source of his strength, and the source of his confidence in protecting his compatriots and seeking the way home.

But at this moment, this power seemed utterly ridiculous and ironic to him.

He thought that this power was something he had earned through his own efforts and that he deserved it. But in reality, it was just a plot device set up by "Feathers Under the Sky" and was given to him because of the needs of the story.

He raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely bitter and self-deprecating smile.

That smile was full of resentment, despair, and self-mockery.

"Hahaha...hahaha..."

Wei Yu chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder and more piercing, gradually turning into a maniacal roar that blended with the collapsing crowd around him, yet seemed utterly jarring.

"How ridiculous... how utterly ridiculous..."

He laughed wildly while muttering to himself, his voice hoarse and broken, "I thought I was in control of my own destiny, I thought I was protecting my compatriots, I thought I was a hero..."

"But in the end, I was just a clown, manipulated and controlled at will!"

"My sacrifices, my efforts, my perseverance, my obsession... they're all a joke! All just insignificant words written by someone else!"

His laughter, tinged with endless sorrow and self-mockery, pierced the hearts of the wanderers of Earth around him.

They could feel Wei Yu's pain and despair because their feelings were exactly the same as Wei Yu's.

They all thought they were the masters of their own destiny, but in reality, they were just pawns being manipulated, supporting characters in someone else's play.

Wei Yu gripped the power in his hand tightly, and the light emanating from it gradually dimmed in his grasp.

His eyes, which had initially been firm, became confused, then empty, and finally, only endless numbness and despair remained.

He slowly released his grip, and the treasure that symbolized the Sentinel's authority floated slowly in the void, its light growing dimmer and dimmer until it finally lost all its luster and became dull and lifeless.

"Since it was all pre-arranged, since it was all a joke, what was the point of everything I did?" Wei Yu murmured, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible. "The road home, protecting my compatriots... it was all just a deception."

His body slowly fell backward, his eyes vacant, like a walking corpse, devoid of any life or vitality.

Shen Jianxin, Lin Nannan, and Karen, who were standing nearby, felt heartbroken looking at Wei Yu, but were powerless to help.

They wanted to comfort Wei Yu and tell him that none of this was his fault, but they themselves were also deeply trapped in this cruel truth and could not extricate themselves. If they could not even comfort themselves, how could they comfort others?

Shen Jianxin clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood trickling down his fingertips, but he felt no pain at all.

He recalled his experience of being betrayed by his family and hunted down by his relatives, his past of wandering through the heavens and struggling to survive, his declaration of war against the heavens, and the passionate times he fought alongside Wei Yu and others.

It turns out that all of this was part of a pre-arranged storyline.

His pain, his passion, his perseverance are all just words written by others, a stepping stone to highlight the protagonist's growth.

Lin Nuannuan's eyes were red, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and her body trembled slightly.

She recalled her experiences in the bizarre dungeon world, the ever-present phantom of the evil god behind her, and the pain of losing her loved ones and being bullied.

She thought she was the protagonist of another book, and that her fate would be different. But now she realizes that no matter which book it is, whether she is the protagonist or a supporting character, their fate is firmly controlled by others.

Karen's muscles were tense, her veins bulging, and her eyes were filled with resentment and anger, but in the end, that anger turned into endless numbness.

He came from the west of Earth. After transmigrating, he experienced countless life-and-death battles. He did his best to protect the wanderers of Earth and to return home, but in the end, he found that everything he did was in vain.

But now, faced with this cruel truth, their beliefs, their obsessions, everything they had has been utterly shattered.

In the void, Pei Shaoyu looked at everything before him, at the collapsing forces of the myriad worlds, at the furious roar of the Origin Realm's will, at the numb and desperate wanderers of Earth, and at Wei Yu, who was mocking himself like a clown. Endless emotions surged within him.

Heartache, anger, resentment, confusion, and a touch of indescribable sorrow.

He raised his head and looked at the spatial rift that was still shimmering with a faint light, his eyes filled with determination and questioning.

"Feathers in the Sky!"

Pei Shaoyu's voice, resounding and powerful, pierced through all the roars and shouts, clearly reaching the spatial rift: "Since you created us, since you set our destiny, then tell me, what is the purpose of all this?"

"Why must we endure so much suffering? Why must we be wanderers, lost souls? Why must we manipulate our destinies, treating us like pawns?"

His question, filled with boundless anger and resentment, and a defiance against fate, resounded throughout the entire battlefield of the heavens.

Everyone stopped screaming and collapsing, their eyes fixed on the spatial rift, waiting for "Feather Under the Sky" to respond.

A sliver of hope remained in their hearts, a glimmer of chance that "feathers under the sky" could give them an answer, that they could have a chance to break free from their fate.

However, there was no response from within the spatial rift.

Only a faint glimmer of light continued to flicker, as if in silence, as if in retreat.

The will of the Origin Realm continued to roar in agony, its figure, transformed into the likeness of Li Sinan, clutching its head with both hands, its body trembling violently, its anger showing no sign of abating.

Wei Yu remained slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant, like a walking corpse, muttering incessantly, filled with self-mockery and despair.

The wanderers of Earth stood numbly in place, their eyes devoid of any light, filled only with endless despair and apathy.

The cultivators from the myriad realms and the creatures from the source realm either frantically attacked their companions, collapsed to the ground and gave up resistance, or closed their eyes tightly, trying to stabilize their wavering Dao hearts.

The entire battlefield of the heavens fell into a state of deathly silence and chaos.

No one knows what this world is, and no one knows what they exist for.

No one knows who "Feathers Under the Sky" really is, nor does anyone know why he created them or why he controls their fate.

No one knows what their future holds.

Is it to continue being manipulated, following a pre-set plot, step by step towards a predetermined ending?

Is there still a chance to break free from the shackles of fate and take control of one's own life?

In the void, the faint light from the spatial rift gradually dimmed, as if it might close at any moment.

Meanwhile, the resentment that everyone had ignored and that had gathered in the corners of the battlefield grew stronger and heavier.

They still cautiously evaded everyone's detection, clinging to the shadows of the void, silently accumulating power. A pair of invisible "eyes" seemed to be watching everything before them, waiting for the right moment to unleash their full potential.

Pei Shaoyu remained suspended in the void, his gaze fixed on the spatial rift, his determination unwavering.

He knew that no matter if it was all a pre-arranged plot, no matter if their fate was controlled by others, he would not give up.

He is Pei Shaoyu, the leader of the wanderers of Earth, and the hope for protecting the Earth.

Even if fate is manipulated, even if they are just supporting characters in someone else's story, he will fight with all his might to resist to the end, to fight for a way out of fate for all wanderers on Earth and for all those who are manipulated.

He slowly raised his hands, and the golden aura around him began to glow again, faint yet carrying an unwavering power that dispelled the darkness and despair around him.

"No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is," Pei Shaoyu's voice rang out again, firm and powerful, "I, Pei Shaoyu, will never allow you to control our destiny!"

"I will continue my journey home! I will continue to protect my compatriots!"

"I will fight with all my might to break this damned system and escape this damned fate!"

His voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the entire battlefield of the heavens, carrying endless determination and resistance, gradually awakening some numb wanderers of Earth.

They raised their heads and looked at Pei Shaoyu in the void, and a faint light gradually rekindled in their eyes.

Yes, even if fate is manipulated, even if they are just supporting characters, they cannot give up.

They wanted to rebel, to break free, to take control of their own destiny, to protect their compatriots, and to find the true way home.

Gathering glimmers of light, hope is reborn.

Amidst this chaotic and desperate battlefield, a glimmer of hope is quietly sprouting.

But they all knew that this resistance, this war to break free from fate, was destined to be difficult and cruel.

The power of "Feathers Under the Sky" is too mysterious and too powerful; they do not know if they have the ability to contend with it.

The will of the Origin Realm continues to roar in anger, the forces of all realms continue to collapse and fall into chaos, and the accumulated resentment continues to silently gather power.

The future remains full of unknowns and dangers.

But in the eyes of Pei Shaoyu and those awakened wanderers of Earth, there was a new determination, a new resolve to resist.

They knew that from this moment on, they were no longer pawns being manipulated, no longer supporting characters in someone else's play.

They must fight for themselves, for their compatriots, for returning home, and for breaking free from the shackles of fate!

In the void, the faint light of the spatial rift dimmed completely, about to close.

Pei Shaoyu remained suspended in the void, his golden aura growing brighter and brighter, like a star in the darkness illuminating the path for all wanderers on Earth.

This rebellion that transcends countless realms, this war to break free from fate, has only just begun.