All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The cultivators from various realms and the creatures from the Origin Realm also began to discuss the matter, their voices filled with speechlessness and disbelief.

"My God! Is this 'Feathers Under the Sky'? I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"I thought he was a powerful being who transcended all the heavens and realms, but I never expected him to be just an ordinary mortal who can't even fly?"

"We were so afraid of him, so in awe of him, and even paid such a high price to resist his control, and in the end... he's just such an outrageous person?"

"This is absurd! Absolutely absurd! How could such a person possibly control our destiny? How could he possibly create this world?"

The murmurs rose and fell, and everyone was filled with speechlessness and absurdity. The fear and awe they had felt before vanished in an instant, replaced by an indescribable sense of mockery and helplessness.

In the depths of the endless void, the purple-gold divine dragon watched the rapidly falling figure, a hint of doubt flashing in its eyes. Then, its whiskers swayed slightly, as if mocking it. The black-clad man's lips also curled into a faint smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes. The greatsword of sword intent behind him slightly softened its sharpness. Clearly, he had not expected that "Feather Under the Sky" would be such an outrageous existence.

On the ground, Chen Su watched the rapidly falling figure, a faint smile on his face. There was no speechlessness in his eyes, only a calm indifference that saw through everything: "No matter what he looks like, he is the creator of this world, the one who controls our destiny. However... he may not be as powerful as we imagine."

Hui Shu's round eyes were fixed on the rapidly falling figure, her face full of curiosity: "Lord Chen Su, is he the one who writes novels? He looks so useless, he can't even fly."

Little Flower gently shook her leaves, her tone tinged with arrogance: "Hmph, just a useless supporting character. She can't even control the world she created, and she even got sucked in. How laughable."

Just as everyone was discussing and speechless, a golden figure shot out rapidly from the exploded ball of light!

That figure was none other than Li Sinan!

At this moment, Li Sinan was completely different from before. He wore a long robe with gold and black intertwined, his long hair moved without wind, his face was handsome, his eyes were firm and majestic, and he exuded an unprecedentedly powerful aura. He had the coldness and domineering nature of the core will of the Origin Realm, the spatial power of the Sentinel's authority, and the rule power of the fragments of the Time-Space Wheel. The three powers intertwined to form an overwhelming pressure.

He has just completed his transformation from the ball of light, his origin has been greatly enhanced, and his power has reached an unprecedented peak, far surpassing the previous number one in all realms!

Li Sinan's gaze was not on the rapidly falling feather in the sky, but fixed on the falling laptop and mobile phone, a look of determination and urgency flashing in his eyes.

He knew perfectly well that the laptop and cell phone were the tools that "Feather Under the Sky" used to write novels. They contained the fundamental rules of this world and the destiny of all living beings. If they were damaged, the entire universe might fall into chaos or even collapse completely!

For the sake of the balance of all the heavens and the world, and for the survival of all living beings, he must hold onto that laptop and cell phone and not let them be damaged in the slightest!

"call out--!"

Li Sinan's speed was extremely fast, transforming into a golden streak of light as he shot towards the laptop and phone. The void along his path was torn apart by him, leaving countless tiny cracks. His speed far exceeded everyone's imagination.

Everyone was stunned. They all looked up and stared at Li Sinan's figure with astonishment in their eyes—Li Sinan's power had become so strong.

Before they could react, Li Sinan had already rushed to the laptop and phone. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed them, holding them tightly in his arms and carefully protecting them, as if afraid of damaging them in the slightest.

The moment Li Sinan grabbed the computer and phone, his body trembled slightly. A faint message entered his mind from the computer and phone—it was the manuscript of "All Realms: The Lost Ones," the fundamental rules of this world, and the trajectory of the fate of all living beings.

A glint flashed in Li Sinan's eyes. He then carefully stored his computer and phone in his storage space. Afterward, his gaze turned to the rapidly falling feather in the sky. There was no anger or resentment in his eyes, only a calm and firmness.

He knew that the flying feather under the sky was the creator of this world. Although he seemed outrageous and controlled their fate, his existence was crucial to this world. He couldn't let him fall to his death like this—at least, he couldn't let him die in such an absurd way.

Just as Li Sinan grabbed the computer and phone, another golden figure moved!

That figure was none other than Pei Shaoyu!

Pei Shaoyu was still resisting the energy impact of the exploding light orb when he saw Fei Yu falling rapidly from the sky and Li Sinan grabbing the computer and phone. Without hesitation, he immediately circulated all his strength, broke free from the energy impact, and transformed into a golden stream of light, shooting rapidly towards Fei Yu in the sky.

His gaze was firm and calm, devoid of anger or resentment, but filled with a complex emotion—this disheveled mortal before him, who couldn't even fly, was the author who controlled their fate, the one who created this world. Yet, he too was a mortal bound and coerced by the world he had created.

He had hated him, hated him for controlling his own destiny, hated him for causing the deaths of so many of his compatriots, hated him for making them homeless. But now, watching him panic and fall rapidly, the hatred in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by an indescribable complexity.

Moreover, he knew perfectly well that the feathers flying in the sky could not die.

Only by keeping him can we find a way to completely break free from fate, a way to bring all the wanderers of Earth home, and a way to free all the myriad realms from the fate of being manipulated, and truly achieve balance and peace.

"call out--!"

Pei Shaoyu's speed was also extremely fast. His golden aura surged, and he flew towards Feiyu in the sky like a golden meteor.

At this moment, Fei Yu, who was under the sky, was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. His eyes were closed, his hands were flailing wildly, and he kept screaming. He didn't even notice that Pei Shaoyu was rapidly approaching him.

"Aaaaaah! I'm going to fall and die! Help! Someone save me!"

His screams grew more and more piercing, and his body fell faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the ground. If no one intervened, he would surely be smashed to pieces and his soul would be scattered.

Just as the feathers falling from the sky were about to hit the ground, Pei Shaoyu finally arrived!

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Fei Yu's collar, pulling him up and forcefully stopping his descent.

"puff--!"

Fei Yu, standing below, was suddenly yanked by Pei Shaoyu. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva. His eyes remained tightly closed, and he continued to scream in agony, "Help! Don't let go! I don't want to die!"

Pei Shaoyu frowned, shook his head slightly, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Stop yelling, I won't let go."

Upon hearing Pei Shaoyu's voice, Fei Yu, who was standing in the sky, finally stopped screaming and slowly opened his eyes, his face filled with terror and confusion. When he saw Pei Shaoyu in front of him, he was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You...who are you?"

He looked at Pei Shaoyu, at the golden halo surrounding him, at the powerful aura emanating from him, at the chaotic battlefield behind him, and at the beings staring at him with complex expressions. His heart was filled with confusion and fear—where was this place? Who were these people?

Pei Shaoyu didn't answer his question. Instead, he gently pulled him to his side, suspending him in mid-air. Looking at him calmly, he said in a cold tone, "You are 'Feather Under the Sky'? The creator of this world?"

Upon hearing the words "Feather Under the Sky" and "Creator of the World," Feather Under the Sky shuddered. The confusion and fear in his eyes gradually gave way to panic. He subconsciously nodded, then shook his head, his voice filled with turmoil: "I...I am Feather Under the Sky, I am the author of this novel, but...but I am not the creator of any world! This is just a novel I wrote!"

"A novel?" Pei Shaoyu frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "The novel you write is the world we live in? All of us, all of our events, are just words written by you?"

"Yes...yes!" Fei Yu nodded hurriedly under the sky, her face full of grievance and helplessness. "I was just writing a novel at home, 'All Realms: The Lost Ones,' writing your story, but I don't know what happened, suddenly a rift appeared, and then I was sucked in. I really didn't write this plot!"

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and his voice was filled with grievance: "I'm just an ordinary novelist. I just want to write novels properly. I don't want to be dragged into this strange world. I want to go back. I want to go home!"

Seeing his aggrieved and panicked appearance, Pei Shaoyu felt even more helpless.

He originally thought that "Feather Under the Sky" was a supreme being who controlled everything, a ruthless demon who manipulated their fate. But now he realized that the other party was just an ordinary mortal, a novelist who was accidentally drawn into the world he created.

Li Sinan slowly flew to Pei Shaoyu's side, his gaze calm as he looked at the flying feathers in the sky. His tone was indifferent, yet carried an undeniable firmness: "Whether you did it on purpose or not, you created this world, you controlled the fate of all of us. Now, you must take responsibility for everything you have done."

Upon hearing Li Sinan's words, Fei Yu, standing below, trembled, his panic deepening. He frantically waved his hands, his voice filled with fear: "I...I didn't mean to! I really didn't mean to! I was just writing a novel. I never imagined my novel would become a real world, I never imagined you were all real!"

"Every day I fantasize about all sorts of adventures and worlds. I want you to be vibrant, living people, not just words on my page. But I never imagined things would turn out this way!"

"I was influenced by various factors, and the writing was choppy. I don't know how to write the ending, nor do I know how to free you from your suffering. I truly didn't mean to manipulate your fate!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but cry, crying like a child, feeling wronged and helpless, completely different from the mysterious "Feather Under the Sky" he had been before.

Seeing his heartbreaking, helpless, and aggrieved state, everyone present fell silent.

They had hated him and resented him, but now, seeing him like this, their hatred and resentment gradually dissipated, replaced by an indescribable sense of complexity and helplessness.

Yes, he was just an ordinary novelist. He may have made mistakes, such as arbitrarily manipulating their fates and causing them so much pain and struggle. But he did not do it on purpose; he was just a victim who was accidentally dragged into it.