All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

At the edge of all the heavens and myriad realms lies a time turbulence without beginning or end.

There is no alternation of day and night, no spatial boundaries, only bizarre fragments of spacetime colliding and annihilating in the raging energy flow.

Occasionally, the ruins of abandoned planes flash by, and at other times, the afterglow of ancient stars is torn apart by turbulent currents.

Chaos and rage are the eternal themes here.

Just as Wei Yu's soul was completely annihilated, an extremely faint golden light spilled out from the void rift of the small house on the edge of the Canglan Realm cliff, instantly disappearing into the temporal turbulence.

That was not a complete soul, but rather fragments of Wei Yu's shattered soul—souls that should have dissipated like dust in the cracks of time and space.

However, due to the hidden nature of the Sentinel's abilities, it was drawn and condensed by an invisible force, transforming into countless tiny points of light, which stabilized its form amidst the raging turbulence.

This is a deeper power of the Sentinel's capabilities that Wei Yu had never noticed—coordinate projection.

He spent eleven years of his life analyzing Earth's coordinates, deeply binding his mental strength, obsession, and abilities.

In the instant his soul shattered, this extreme obsession triggered the latent mechanism of his abilities.

Those soul fragments were no longer useless debris; each one carried faint Earth coordinate patterns, like beacons with pre-set trajectories.

Following the turbulent flow of time, it rapidly drifted towards every transmigrator from Earth in the myriad worlds.

The fragments weaved through the turbulent currents, dodging the violent energy impacts and skimming over the intersecting barriers of spacetime.

They have no fixed trajectory, yet they can accurately capture the trace of the same origin as Earth deep within the soul of the traveler.

It is an imprint etched into the very essence of the soul, an indelible mark of homeland that can never be erased, no matter how many dimensions one traverses or how many years one experiences.

In the frigid snowfield of a certain cultivation world, a cultivator in white robes is sitting cross-legged on a ten-thousand-year-old ice lotus in seclusion.

He was already a powerful being with one foot in the Ascension Realm, yet he still retained a trace of attachment to Earth deep within his consciousness.

On his desk, there was always a jade pendant made of spiritual energy, modeled after an Earth coin.

Suddenly, a faint golden light pierced through the ice chamber wall and fell directly into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The cultivator was startled, his seclusion abruptly interrupted, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He clearly felt that a faint fragment of his soul had appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, with crisscrossing patterns of light flowing across it.

The aura of the light patterns subtly resonated with the outline of his hometown that he had seen countless times in his dreams.

What alarmed him even more was that the fragments exuded a familiar spiritual fluctuation, which resonated strongly with the soul essence of him, who was also a transmigrator.

"This is..." He raised his hand to his brow, his fingertips stirring with spiritual energy, carefully enveloping the fragment.

"Fragments of another transmigrator's soul? There seems to be... the aura of a coordinate within them?"

He could vaguely sense that this fragment was no ordinary remnant soul.

If more fragments of the same kind could be collected, perhaps a complete consciousness could be pieced together, or even... given a new life.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

He carefully hid the fragment deep within his mind, his gaze becoming extremely solemn.

He didn't know where the fragment came from, but he instinctively knew that it might be another glimmer of hope for returning home, as well as a responsibility to protect his kind.

Meanwhile, on a starship in the technological dimension, a general clad in black armor stood at the command console, watching the battle against the alien race on the screen.

He has been here for fifty years, rising from an ordinary soldier to the commander of an interstellar fleet, yet he always has his family's names engraved on the inside of his armor.

A golden light silently landed on his shoulder and instantly seeped into his body.

The general's body stiffened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He had been on the battlefield for many years, and his soul had long been tempered by the flames of war to be incredibly resilient, yet at this moment he felt an unprecedented surge of emotion.

The fragments spun slowly in his mind, and the blurry coordinate patterns instantly brought tears to his eyes.

That was the scent of his hometown, the place he had longed for for fifty years.

"Is this... someone transmitting coordinates?" He clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

"No, these are fragments of a soul... Could it be that one of our kind has perished?"

He immediately circulated the energy within his body to protect the fragments within the core of his consciousness.

As a powerful being who combines technology and cultivation, he can clearly sense the life force hidden within the fragments.

If other fragments can be found, it may not be impossible to reverse life and death.

"No matter who you are, I will find the other fragments." He gazed at the deep starry sky outside the window, his tone resolute.

"We all want to go home; we can't let you just disappear like this."

In the dark forest of a magical world, a mage who wields the power of nature is engaged in a fierce battle with shadow creatures.

She was a high school student when she transmigrated, but now she is a powerful figure who can rival the dimensional lords, and she wears a bracelet made of branches from Earth on her waist.

Golden light, like fireflies, fell on her bracelet and seeped into her soul along the wood grain.

The mage instantly unleashed a dense burst of vines, annihilating the shadow creatures.

She stood there, stunned, raising her hand to stroke the bracelet around her waist, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The fragments in her mind allowed her to see blurry images—a hut on the cliff, a plastic bracelet, coordinates interwoven with countless light bands, and a man's unwilling gaze.

"Wei Yu..." she uttered the name subconsciously, a trace of consciousness remaining in the fragment.

"Did you die trying to decipher the coordinates of your hometown?"

She could sense the Sentinel's power contained within the fragments and understood their significance.

As a powerful being skilled in soul magic, she knew that as long as enough fragments were collected and supplemented with the power of origin, this fellow human could be resurrected.

She incorporated the fragments into the bracelet, the vines wrapped around her, and walked deeper into the forest.

She will use all her strength to find the other scattered fragments.

Such scenes are playing out simultaneously in every corner of the myriad realms.

Whether it's a hermit cultivator hiding in the mountains, an emperor ruling an empire, a warrior galloping across the battlefield, or a scholar researching secret techniques.

Every powerful transmigrator from Earth received one or more fragments of Wei Yu's soul.

Some of these fragments landed in the sea of ​​consciousness, some merged into personal keepsakes, and some lay hidden deep within the origin of the soul.

They may be faint, but they carry a clear aura of shared origin and coordinate patterns, causing every transmigrator who receives the fragments to tremble with fear.

Most of them are already top beings in their respective planes, yet they are always haunted by the longing to return home.

These fragments not only allowed them to see the faint light of the coordinates, but also gave them the idea of ​​reviving Wei Yu.

This person who sacrificed himself so that all his compatriots could return home should not simply disappear.

Amidst the turbulent flow of time, the last fragments of the soul drifted along the temporal and spatial pathways toward their respective destinations.

They are like scattered stars in the heavens, seemingly faint, yet they hold the hope of resurrection and the key to homecoming.

No one knew that Wei Yu's Sentinel ability had such a hidden nature; even he himself was unaware of it until his soul shattered.

This protective power hidden deep within his abilities became the most precious gift he left to all Earth travelers.

Just as all the soul fragments set off, at the very moment, an immense and boundless will suddenly awakened at the primordial level of all the heavens and myriad realms.

That is the will of the Earth.

It is not a tangible entity; it has no form or sound, yet it carries the primordial power of the entire Earth, protecting every child of Earth scattered across the heavens.

It silently floats in the depths of the universe, sensing the obsessions and struggles of time travelers for countless years.

However, due to the barriers between the heavens and the distance of time and space, they could not provide any guidance and could only silently wait for an opportunity to break through the barriers.

Wei Yu's sentinel ability was the hope he unconsciously bestowed upon the children, the road he paved for their return home.

When Wei Yu's soul completely perished, and the moment the sentinel power carrying the hope of returning home was severed, the Earth's will instantly sensed this demise.

For the first time, a will that had been dormant for countless years was swept away by overwhelming anger.

It could clearly sense that Wei Yu's death was not an accident, but a deliberate killing, with his soul forcibly annihilated.

The goal is to prevent the children of Earth from returning home.

"roar--!"

An invisible cry of will suddenly erupted, surging from the very source of Earth's will, sweeping across the universe like a raging tsunami.

It pierced through the barriers of countless planes, resounding throughout every corner of the myriad realms.

This shout contained no specific words, yet it conveyed extreme anger and majesty.

With the fierce and resolute rage of a mother protecting her children, it is clearly conveyed to the depths of every being's soul: "How dare you try to stop my children from returning home!!"

The powerful cultivators in the Ascension Realm of the cultivation world suddenly opened their eyes, gazing into the depths of the universe, their eyes filled with horror.

"What kind of willpower is this? It's so strong!"

At the Interstellar Alliance headquarters in the technological dimension, all instruments instantly went out of control, and the screens were filled with chaotic ripples.

Scientists turned pale: "We can't detect the source! This will permeates the entire galaxy!"

On the altar of the magical plane, the gods rose one by one, gazing solemnly at the sky.

"Is that the roar of some world's will? What is it angry about?"

In the hidden stronghold of the Canglan Realm, the gray-patterned black-robed man, the withered hand, and others who had just brought back Wei Yu's body were trembling violently, their blood surging, and blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

They could clearly feel the anger in that cry of will, as if that anger was directed at them.

"Mother! This is..." The withered hand's face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He could sense that the level of this will far surpassed that of the "mother" they served.

The black-robed man who killed Wei Yu also frowned slightly, his black robes fluttering in the wind, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes hidden in the shadows.

He could sense the immense power and ferocity of this will, but he couldn't pinpoint its source.

He could only be secretly astonished: "Which dimension's world will is this? It has such power."

The powerful beings of all realms were startled by the cry of this will.

Some were in awe, some were horrified, and some tried to find the source of the will, but all found nothing.

Although the cry of the Earth's will resounds throughout the universe, no one can perceive its coordinates.

Despite the efforts of countless powerful beings to investigate, they could only sense the overwhelming rage, but could not find any location information related to Earth.

It must both vent its anger and warn those who obstruct its return home, and protect its children from the crisis of being plundered.

That angry will echoed throughout the universe for a long time before slowly dissipating, leaving an indelible mark on all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Countless beings know that a powerful world will has been angered, and the reason is related to "returning home".

But no one knows where this will comes from, and even less does anyone know that it is protecting those Earth children scattered throughout the heavens, longing to return home.

In the stronghold of the Canglan Realm, the man in the gray-patterned black robe slowly stabilized his qi and blood, his face extremely gloomy.

"This will... must be related to that Wei Yu. He is no ordinary transmigrator; he actually has the world's will backing him up."

His withered hands trembled all over, and the fear in his eyes intensified.

"If my mother finds out about this, I'm afraid..." He dared not think any further.

The oppressive force of that will filled him with fear from the depths of his soul; if his mother were to take her anger out on them, they would surely die.

The black-robed man who killed Wei Yu remained silent, his gaze fixed on the void outside the window, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

For the first time, he began to waver in his decision.

The existence of that world's will might make things far more complicated than he imagined.

But he did not regret it. As long as the possibility of external coordinates was completely cut off, there would be no subsequent hidden dangers.

As for that world's will, it should be unable to harm them.

The Earth travelers from all the myriad worlds trembled with fear and tears welled in their eyes the moment they sensed that cry of will.

They may not know that it is the will of the Earth, but they can feel the familiar warmth and protection in the shouts, and feel the anger that is directed at them.

"This is... the scent of my hometown?" The white-robed cultivator from the cultivation world raised his hand to touch the fragment between his brows, his eyes filled with excitement.

Is our hometown speaking up for us?

The general on the interstellar warship gazed at the starry sky, his spine straight.

"No matter who is trying to stop us from returning home, we will not give up. The fragments of Wei Yu's legacy and the will of our hometown are telling us that we must continue on the road home."

The mage in the dark forest stroked the bracelet around his waist, and the natural power around him grew stronger.

"We not only want to go home, but also to resurrect Wei Yu. He sacrificed himself for us, so we want him to see with his own eyes that we return to our homeland together."

The turbulent flow of time returned to its former chaos, and the will of Earth fell silent once more.

Yet they left behind a vow to protect throughout the world.

Wei Yu's soul fragments were scattered throughout the heavens, treasured and searched for by countless powerful transmigrators.

The forces that hindered their return home were filled with apprehension, but the belief in returning home grew ever stronger.

The格局 (geju, a concept encompassing all realms and the universe) was quietly altered by a shattered divine soul and a roar of will.

And that trace of coordinates hidden in the cracks of time and space, along with the scattered fragments of souls across the heavens, became a glimmer of light illuminating the way home.