All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

In the void, Pei Shaoyu's roar still echoed, filled with urgency and despair. Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

"No, if he devours you, this world is doomed!"

These words expressed everyone's feelings and conveyed their worries and fears.

Li Sinan's aura was slightly disordered, his brows were furrowed, and his gaze was fixed on the flying feathers in the sky. His eyes were full of complex emotions—admiration, worry, and a trace of barely perceptible struggle.

He knew that Fei Yu under the sky had made up his mind, but he also knew that once Fei Yu under the sky got close to that collection of resentment, and was swallowed by the resentment, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That was not just the fall of a creator, but a catastrophe for the entire universe.

Shen Jianxin, Lin Nannan, and Karen were all pale and trembling slightly. They wanted to speak up again to dissuade them, but when they saw Fei Yu's determined eyes under the sky, they swallowed the words that were on the tip of their tongues.

They knew that trying to dissuade them was pointless.

On the ground, Chen Su slowly raised his head, looking at Fei Yu in the sky above the void. He still had a faint smile on his face, but a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He gently twirled his fingertips, and the power of rules around him quietly flowed, as if he was making some preparation in the dark.

Hui Shu clutched the small flower's petals tightly, her round eyes brimming with tears, her voice choked with emotion: "Mr. Fei Yu, don't go, it's too dangerous. We can think of another way. We can't live without you!"

Xiao Hua gently shook her leaves, her tone carrying a rare hint of solemnity and worry: "Yes, you are the creator of this world, you cannot be harmed. Leave the matter of controlling the resentment to us, we will do it even if it takes all our strength!"

The cultivators from the myriad realms and the creatures from the source realm were all filled with worry, and their discussions rose and fell, but no one dared to take another step forward, nor did anyone dare to forcibly stop the flying feathers from the sky.

They revered the feathers flying in the sky, but were even more afraid that their forceful intervention would anger the creator, and even more afraid that their recklessness would delay the best opportunity to control the resentment.

In the void, the aggregate of resentment trapped in the cage seemed to sense the panic of the crowd and the determination of Fei Yu under the sky, and let out an even more mournful and violent roar.

The pitch-black mist churned wildly, crashing against the energy cage set up by Li Sinan like a tsunami. Fine cracks appeared on the cage, which groaned under the strain, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Negative energy spread like a tide, causing the void to tremble slightly wherever it passed. The battlefield debris that had been purified was once again tainted by the negative energy, turning pitch black and exuding a chillingly evil aura.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

All eyes were focused on Fei Yu in the sky, filled with worry, admiration, helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible despair.

Fei Yu, standing in the sky, heard Pei Shaoyu's roar, the crowd's attempts to dissuade him, and Hui Shu's sobs. His face remained unwavering, his gaze still firm, his eyes filled with only determination and responsibility.

He slowly raised his head, turned his body slowly, and looked around.

His gaze swept over Pei Shaoyu, over Li Sinan, over Shen Jianxin, Lin Nannan, Karen, over every cultivator present, over Hui Shu and Xiao Hua on the ground, and finally landed on the resentment aggregate trapped in the cage.

His eyes were calm and firm, without the slightest fear or hesitation, only a sense of relief after experiencing vicissitudes, and a determination after taking on responsibility.

After a long silence, Fei Yu under the sky slowly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it carried a penetrating power that clearly reached the ears of everyone present and resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

"This world was born unintentionally because of me."

"You, whether good or bad, whether you are wanderers of Earth or cultivators of all realms, whether you are creatures of the Origin Realm or this aggregate of resentment, were all born into this world because of a single wrong thought on my part."

"I was once just an ordinary novelist. I just wanted to write a wonderful story and create a group of vivid characters. I never thought that my momentary lapse of judgment would create a real world that would cause you to suffer so much pain and disaster."

"I was once very scared and confused. I was afraid that I couldn't control this world, afraid that I couldn't shoulder this responsibility, and afraid that you would be completely destroyed because of my mistakes."

"But now, I've figured it out."

His voice gradually became firm, filled with a sense of responsibility: "I want to take on this responsibility, I want to make up for my mistakes, I want to protect this world that I created unintentionally, and I want to protect each and every one of you."

"Perhaps, this is the meaning of my coming into this world—not to control your destiny, not to be some supreme creator, but to make up for my mistakes, to protect this world, and to give you a peaceful future."

These words, spoken with heartfelt sincerity and penetrating insight, flowed into the hearts of many present like a warm current.

Those cultivators with low cultivation levels, those ordinary wanderers of Earth, those beings tainted by resentment yet still retaining a sliver of reason—upon hearing these words, their eyes reddened, filled with emotion.

They remembered the pain and struggle they had endured, the suffering and sacrifices they had suffered, and the feathers flying in the sky. Although they were the creators, they were just ordinary mortals, yet they were willing to step forward and shoulder this heavy responsibility for them and for this world.

"Mr. Feiyu..." A young cultivator couldn't help but tear up, his voice trembling slightly, "Rest assured, we are willing to stand with you, to protect this world together, and to control that resentment!"

"Yes, Mr. Feiyu, we are not afraid of danger, we are willing to fight alongside you!"

"Mr. Feiyu, you are not alone. We are all with you!"

Sincere shouts echoed throughout the entire battlefield. Ordinary cultivators and wanderers of Earth raised their weapons, their eyes filled with determination, willing to follow the flying feathers under the sky, to face danger together, and to share responsibility together.

Hui Shu wiped away her tears, a determined smile appearing on her face. Her voice, innocent yet resolute, said, "Mr. Fei Yu, we're with you too! We will definitely help you!"

Xiaohua nodded gently, and said firmly, "That's right, if we work together, we can definitely control that resentment and protect this world!"

Seeing the moved expressions on everyone's faces and hearing their sincere shouts, Fei Yu, standing in the sky, smiled faintly, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

He knew that his decision was correct.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, even if he has to pay the price with his life, even if he is devoured by resentment, he will not back down, because this is his responsibility, the meaning of his existence in this world.

But just then, a disdainful sneer suddenly rang out, shattering the touching atmosphere.

"Hmph, how utterly ridiculous."

Everyone shuddered and turned their heads, their gazes fixed on the source of the sneer—a powerful figure dressed in white with an aged face, radiating a strong Dao aura. He was a veteran powerhouse in the Dao realm, with profound cultivation and terrifying strength.

The powerful figure in white robes curled a disdainful smile, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over the flying feathers below. His tone was full of mockery: "Just an empty, meaningless statement, and you're all so moved? How utterly ignorant!"

His words, like cold water, instantly extinguished the emotions in everyone's hearts, and everyone's expressions became solemn.

Pei Shaoyu frowned, his gaze turning icy as he looked at the white-robed powerhouse. He said in a cold tone, "Mr. Feiyu is willing to step forward, take responsibility, and protect this world. Even if he acted impulsively, he deserves our respect. You shouldn't be mocking him like this."

"Admiration?" The white-robed powerhouse scoffed, his tone even more sarcastic. "What do I admire about him? Do I admire him for gambling the fate of all the heavens and myriad realms on a game he has no chance of winning?"

His gaze swept over the crowd, and he said in a grave tone, "You have all been deceived by his sweet words! Do you think he's taking responsibility? No, he's gambling with the fate of all realms, with all of your lives!"

"The importance of feathers flying in the sky is self-evident; I don't need to elaborate. You all understand!"

"He is the creator of this world, the origin of this world, the foundation of all living beings! His life and death are related to the survival of all the heavens and myriad realms!"

"Once he dies, once he is devoured by that aggregate of resentment, the very essence of this world will collapse, the rules will be thrown into chaos, all living beings will perish, and the entire universe will be utterly destroyed!"

"He keeps talking about taking responsibility, but his so-called responsibility means gambling with the fate of all worlds, and making all of you die with him!"

The words of the white-robed expert struck like a thunderbolt, instantly flooding the minds of everyone present.

The ordinary cultivators and wanderers from Earth who were initially moved instantly had their emotions replaced by worry and fear, their eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.