All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Crack—Boom!

The final interlayer of the Netherworld Palace completely collapsed.

The cracks in the pitch-black space spread wildly like billions of ghostly claws, tearing apart layers of temporal barriers.

The gray-white fragments of spacetime crumbled and vanished, the misaligned timelines collided and trembled violently, emitting a muffled hum.

The central point where all the myriad realms, countless parallel universes, and the tributaries of time from ancient times to the future converge.

The airspace was chaotic and turbulent, with black and white time-series light intertwining and interwoven, and threads of law crisscrossing.

This is the nexus of all time and space, the singularity where all storylines, all dimensional barriers, and all the rivers of time converge.

The wind died down, the laws stagnated, and all the sounds of the myriad worlds were isolated and swallowed up by this void.

A figure in black robes stepped slowly out of the collapsed interlayer, treading on the shattered spatial debris.

The hem of her dress trailed across the shattered void, and wherever she landed, the broken space automatically vanished and leveled.

His hood concealed his eyebrows and eyes, and a dark black robe wrapped around his tall and straight body. There was no violent pressure or murderous aura emanating from him.

It was Wei Yu in black robes.

He stood firmly at the core of the convergence of all timelines, at the very center of countless timelines.

Behind him lay a collapsed and abandoned spacetime, in front of him were the complete and interlocking heavens, and to his left and right spanned thousands of parallel Earth timelines.

The boundless winds and waves of time surrounded him, and the sands of time brushed against the edges of his black robe, making a soft, rustling sound.

next second.

Wei Yu slowly raised his head, the edge of his hood slipping down an inch to reveal half of his pale chin.

A hoarse, deep voice, tinged with the loneliness of ages and spanning countless ages, suddenly reverberated throughout the entire spacetime hub!

The sound is neither harsh nor violent, yet it follows the intersecting threads of time and space, penetrating every river of time.

Its echo resounded throughout all the past, present, and future dimensions, reaching the ears of every powerful being who transcends time and space!

Its echo resounded throughout every corner of the heavens and myriad realms!

Wei Yu's gaze was distant, his eyes piercing through the thick barriers of time and space, looking towards a certain original timeline that had been sealed away and abandoned.

A profound sense of loneliness, unspoken and unspeakable, welled up in his eyes, along with a melancholy that had accumulated over millions of years.

He faced all living beings in the myriad worlds, all powerful beings who had traveled across time and space, and all the powerful beings in the heavens who had once besieged him, and solemnly declared to the heavens!

"In my timeline, countless people have questioned me."

"Why am I so weak as a Sentinel?"

"As an anchor point for time travelers, he's still so flamboyant."

"In the end, they were surrounded and wiped out by everyone."

"I have never explained the countless days and nights."

"Today I will tell you why!!"

The announcements echoed in layers, spreading infinitely along the ripples of spacetime, causing the faint light of the surrounding star trails to tremble slightly.

Within that original timeline, there were various powerful beings and wandering cultivators from all over the world who once besieged Wei Yu.

Upon hearing the sound, their bodies stiffened, their souls trembled violently, and a strange palpitation suddenly rose in their hearts.

The mystery of the Sentinel, shrouded in mystery for millennia, the subject of widespread online questioning and public criticism, has finally been unveiled!

Wei Yu, dressed in black, straightened his body slightly, his gaze towards the ancient, obsolete timeline growing ever more profound.

The faint, ancient, silvery light of the Sentinel's origin slowly seeped out from the gaps in his black robe.

The soft light is gentle and refined, without any sense of violence, carrying the origin of the anchor point, the mission of returning home, and the destiny of the sentinel.

The next instant, Wei Yu parted his thin lips slightly and recited the ancient Sentinel Secret Technique incantation, word by word!

The sound shook the spacetime hub, and the incantation runes frantically imprinted themselves on the void along the flow of time!

"Searching across all realms!"

"Universal Positioning!"

"With the power of the Sentinels!"

"Settle down in your hometown!"

Buzz—!!!

The moment the secret incantation landed!

boom!

Hundreds of millions of delicate, shimmering white, silvery-glowing Sentinel Essence threads suddenly burst forth from Wei Yu's soul essence and his entire body!

The silk threads are as fine as hair, lustrous and translucent, carrying the purest and most powerful Sentinel Anchor Point force.

There were no violent energy fluctuations, no earth-shattering pressure, yet it bound the trajectories of all parallel Earths in the heavens!

call out!call out!call out!

Hundreds of millions of sentinel threads plunged fiercely into the surrounding chaotic void and into the intersecting temporal barriers!

The faint, piercing sounds of air being torn apart by the spacetime barrier continued incessantly, echoing densely throughout the entire spacetime confluence area.

The moment the silk thread entered the void, it suddenly accelerated!

In the blink of an eye, they broke through the barriers between planes, skipped the shackles of cause and effect, and bypassed the seal of the Heavenly Dao Outline.

Trailing a silver, flowing tail of flame, it sped towards the depths of countless timelines, which were endless, crisscrossed, and intricately branched!

Traversing abandoned timelines, crossing collapsing parallel Earths, and traversing unactivated future storylines.

Billions of silver threads scattered and diverged, covering the entire realm of time and space, leaving no place untouched and no thread absent!

If you look closely at Wei Yu's eyes now, you can see clearly—

Within his dark, deep pupils, the space beneath his eyes, which had been clear and empty, suddenly expanded.

One after another, illusory star charts of varying sizes, with intricate markings and engraved with dimensional coordinates and the lines of time, suddenly appeared!

The star chart is nested in layers and interlocked, with the inner circle bound to a single time point and the outer circle covering the entire myriad realms.

The billions of star charts rotate, mesh, and calibrate their coordinates at an alarming speed!

The turntable rumbled with a low, intermittent sound, star trails and points of light flashed rapidly, and the dimensional coordinates were constantly locked and fixed.

Each rapidly spinning star disk core is wrapped with a wisp of Sentinel Origin Thread.

The silk threads, guided by the celestial trajectories, journey to the coordinates of every parallel Earth homeland scattered across the heavens!

Homecoming coordinates, native land origins, wanderer's roots, collapsing earth's location—locked in and anchored one by one!

at the same time!

Buzz—!

The silver radiance surrounding Wei Yu, dressed in black, suddenly dimmed by an inch.

His tall figure swayed slightly, and his shoulders slumped uncontrollably by half an inch.

His previously steady and gentle breathing suddenly became rapid, and his body heaved violently beneath his black robe.

His complexion rapidly lost its color, his lips turned deathly pale, and the aura of his spirit visibly thinned and withered.

Exhaust the source, overdraw the soul, and burn the foundation of the sentinels!

In order to locate the homecoming point of billions of parallel Earths, Wei Yu's own cultivation, spiritual lifespan, and fundamental essence are rapidly declining at a visible speed!

Life force was rapidly fading, the Sentinel's essence was continuously depleted, and his aura was gradually weakening and declining.

At the intersection of time and space, the wind in the airspace suddenly became fierce, and the temporal waves violently tore at the hem of the black robe.

Just as Wei Yu's body was on the verge of collapse due to overexertion, his vitality was being continuously depleted.

The chaotic spacetime mist on the left suddenly exploded!

Swish!

The white-clad swordsman descended through the air, shattering the surrounding chaotic spacetime currents, and landed steadily to Wei Yu's left.

Clad in white, untouched by the dust of time and space, with long hair tied up, his figure solitary and upright, his sword intent restrained for millennia.

It was none other than the supreme master of swordsmanship—Jiang Wuchen!

At the same second!

The time-series light on the right side suddenly exploded!

Awooo—!!!

The ancient dragon's roar, which resounded through countless ages, broke through the clouds and shook the faint light of billions of stars!

A purple-gold divine dragon, covered in ancient gilded scales, with horns piercing the sky and its body spanning thousands of miles of airspace, suddenly appeared in the world!

The dragon's claws are engraved with runes of time and space, its eyes are filled with the light of time, and the faint shadow of the time wheel remains on its back.

Ao Chen, the ancestral dragon of the ancient time and space, stood in the void to the right of Wei Yu!

One man and one dragon, one on the left and one on the right, steadily protected the black-robed Wei Yu, whose life force was depleted and whose aura was weak.

Jiang Wuchen's indifferent gaze swept over the surrounding turbulent spacetime currents and the restless remnants of the outline's laws.

The next moment, his sword cultivation, which had been dormant and sealed away for countless ages, erupted without reservation!

Boom! ...

The Shattering Sword Intent is extremely sharp, capable of cleaving through everything, crushing dimensional barriers, and severing the causality of time and space!

Centered on Jiang Wuchen, a violent storm swept across the entire spacetime intersection hub!

Colorless, formless, and indestructible, this is the primordial aura of the Shattered Realm that transcends all sword paths and the limits of planes, and is unique to Jiang Wuchen!

The surging chaotic mist around them was instantly cut into fine powder by the sword intent.

The chaotic and turbulent timeline was forcibly smoothed and suppressed by the sword intent.

The fragmented laws that attempted to devour Wei Yu's soul and interfere with the star chart's positioning were instantly annihilated upon touching the sword intent!

The entire space-time confluence was instantly and firmly guarded by the extremely fierce and domineering Shattering Realm Sword Intent!

Protect the operation of Wei Yu's secret technique, protect the return and positioning of millions of sentinels' threads, and isolate them from all external interference!

And within the Taotie Secret Realm.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a blue robe, stood tall and straight in the center of the sword mound, holding an ancient longsword.

His eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Wuchen's, and his entire body radiated a burning heat from the resonance of sword intent within his blood.

It was Jiang Chen!

Just now, Jiang Wuchen's Shattering Realm Sword Intent erupted across the entire domain for a fleeting moment.

Jiang Chen's dormant blood suddenly became scalding hot, and the sword intent in his meridians roared and trembled on its own.

The thousands of broken swords around him hummed and resonated simultaneously, and the patterns on the ground of the sword mound all lit up with a pale golden light.

Jiang Chen, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly looked up!

His pupils contracted sharply, his body shuddered violently, and a monstrous storm surged in his eyes!

He penetrated layers of secret realm barriers, interdimensional interlayers, and intersecting temporal barriers.

The figure of the solitary swordsman in white robes was locked in the center of the intersection of time and space.

A choked roar, suppressed for half a lifetime, filled with longing and searching, suddenly burst forth from his throat, exploding in the Sword Tomb!

The sound trembled, scalding hot, and resonated with the very essence of flesh and blood, echoing throughout the entire Sword Dao Secret Realm!

"Father!! You were here after all!!"

Blood ties resonate across time and space; father and son gaze at each other across the void, searching for millennia, only to meet once more!

At the same time.

On the other side of the myriad realms, on the battlefield between ferocious beasts and dragons.

Jiang Wuchen's Shattering Realm Sword Intent swept across countless realms, penetrating all dimensional barriers.

A faint, yet fundamental, sword aura swept across the Dao Domain platform.

Ye Qiu'an's clear Dao heart suddenly trembled.

His brow furrowed, the patterns on the platform beneath his feet trembled violently, and he instinctively raised his head.

His gaze pierced through the clouds and seas of the heavens, penetrated the barriers of multiple worlds, and traversed the chaotic river of time and space.

Looking towards the central point where all the heavens and time converge, looking towards the figure of the white-clad swordsman.

His brows were filled with extreme doubt, deep fear, and a trembling mind.

A familiar, primal tremor surged wildly within me, and my soul instinctively tensed up in a state of heightened alertness.

He murmured softly, his voice filled with surprise and confusion, echoing throughout the Nine Heavens Dao Domain:

"This familiar feeling...who could it be?"

"Shattered Realm... This immense aura definitely doesn't belong to anyone I know!"

At the core of spacetime, the rotation speed of the star chart in Wei Yu's eyes surged once again.

Millions of sentinel threads take root in the timeline, locate their home, and completely enter the final closed loop!