All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The spacetime turbulence remained violent, with bizarre and fantastical spacetime fragments colliding violently in the energy surge, producing deafening roars.

Those soul fragments, carrying Wei Yu's lingering regrets and coordinate light patterns, are scattering and fleeing in all directions, following the same source of energy.

Like fireflies returning to their nests, they sped towards the Earth travelers across countless worlds.

Only one fragment followed a completely different path.

This fragment was slightly more solid than others of its kind, and was surrounded by a faint golden light.

Unlike the other fragments that were swept up by the turbulent currents, it moved through the violent energy as if strolling leisurely, its posture calm and eerie.

It did not capture any trace of the soul of any time traveler, nor did it follow the timeline to any particular plane.

Instead, it drifted slowly towards the direction of the primordial world, as if it had already set its goal and was not disturbed by the outside world.

Unlike the other fragments which are "passively guided," this fragment seems to have a faint sense of self-awareness.

Avoiding the deadly impacts of the turbulent currents along the way, and penetrating through layers of spacetime barriers, it did not cause the slightest disturbance.

It swept across the vast sea of ​​clouds in the southern wilderness, across the continuous mountain ranges in the east, and across the deep abyss where undercurrents surged.

Finally, it stopped in a misty area in the central part of the prehistoric world—one of the prehistoric world's recognized forbidden areas, the land where souls are forbidden.

Beyond the Forbidden Land, a thick golden mist lingers year-round.

Ancient restrictions are interwoven within the mist, and every wisp of mist contains sharp, piercing energy.

Even a powerful being from the primordial era who accidentally enters will have their physical body torn apart and their soul eroded by the qi.

Since the Great Calamity of Dragon and Phoenix, very few living beings have dared to approach this place. Only the traces of time have left mottled marks on the outer edge of the mist.

The fragment of soul pierced through the golden mist without any hindrance, like a drop of water merging into a lake, silently entering the forbidden area.

The moment you step into the Forbidden Soul Land, the surrounding scenery suddenly opens up.

There are no mountains, rivers, grasses, or trees like those found in the primordial wilderness; the entire world is paved with strange stones that gleam with a dark golden luster.

The ground was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the hazy sky, and the air was filled with a dense, almost tangible, innate metallic energy.

The golden energy flowed slowly, yet it carried a sense of solemnity and desolation.

At the center of heaven and earth stands an ancient altar.

The altar was carved from a single piece of black gold stone, standing about a thousand feet tall, with layers upon layers, and was covered with ancient runes that had long been lost.

The runes were hidden in the cracks of the rocks, occasionally flashing a faint red light, exuding an eeriness and majesty.

At the top of the altar, a long spear is stuck diagonally on the stone seat, which is the core of this forbidden and soul-forbidden place.

The spear is entirely black and red, with a thick shaft covered in spiral patterns.

A dark red luster flowed deep within the patterns, like congealed blood, and the spearhead was incredibly sharp, pointing straight to the sky.

A faint aura of malevolence and divinity lingered around him, the two extreme auras intertwining to create a chilling sense of oppression.

The gun still bears traces of an ancient battlefield, with a few fine scratches that resemble medals left after countless calamities.

It silently tells the story of its long history.

This spear is no ordinary weapon. If it were placed in the primordial world, it would surely be a divine weapon that would attract the attention of various major forces.

But it was abandoned in this desolate forbidden land, and no one cared about it.

Only the passage of time has quietly flowed over it, adding a touch of silence and loneliness to it.

Wei Yu's soul fragments slowly drifted to the foot of the altar, circling it twice as if sensing something.

Then, it floated up the stone steps of the altar, step by step, towards the top.

The golden glow and the red light of the altar runes reflected each other, creating a faint resonance.

Upon reaching the top of the altar, the fragment stopped in front of the spear, trembling slightly, as if attracted by the aura emanating from the spear.

The next second, the fragment no longer hesitated, transforming into a golden stream of light that drifted straight toward the spear.

The moment the fragments touched the gun barrel, the previously silent spear suddenly trembled slightly.

The black and red gun body shimmered with a faint halo, and the dark red luster in the spiral pattern instantly brightened.

A gentle yet powerful force emanated from the gun, gently enveloping the fragments.

The fragments did not resist; following that force, they slowly merged into the gun barrel.

The moment it merged, the spear trembled more noticeably, and the murderous aura and divinity around it intertwined more intensely.

The ancient runes on the altar lit up, and the red light filled the sky, enveloping the entire Forbidden Soul Land.

The primordial golden energy between heaven and earth surged wildly, flowing into the spear along the patterns on the altar.

Then, through the spear, it was slowly injected into that fragment of soul.

This is not devouring, but nourishing.

Wei Yu's soul fragments were already on the verge of dissipation, and even with the latent power carrying the Sentinel's abilities, it would be difficult to sustain himself over the long years.

But this black and red spear was like a huge energy source, constantly releasing a gentle primal power.

It repairs the fragmented and damaged soul, and nourishes the incomplete consciousness.

The dark red patterns on the gun body and the coordinate light patterns in the fragments intertwined and entwined, forming a strange energy cycle.

Nourished by this cyclical force, the fragments gradually became more solid, and the originally vague remnants of consciousness began to slowly revive.

Time loses its meaning here.

Perhaps it has been ten thousand cycles, or perhaps it has only been a fleeting moment.

The red light of the golden ground flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if the innate golden energy was rising and falling.

The tremors of the spear gradually subsided, yet it continued to emanate a gentle power, nourishing the fragments of soul within the spear.

Wei Yu's soul, enveloped by this power, gradually broke free from the chaos.

At first, there was only boundless darkness, and consciousness was like being submerged in the deep sea, blurry and chaotic.

I could only vaguely feel a warm power enveloping me, dispelling the cold and emptiness around me.

He couldn't remember who he was or what had happened.

Only a trace of unforgettable resentment and an unfulfilled obsession remain, stirring faintly in the depths of the soul.

As the power continued to nourish him, the darkness gradually faded, and a glimmer of light shone from the depths of his consciousness.

Wei Yu began to be able to perceive the existence of the outside world—he could feel the gun barrel enveloping him, hard and warm.

A powerful energy flows through the gun, closely connected to one's own soul.

He could sense the ancient runes on the altar, emanating a familiar aura of time and space, which subtly matched the coordinate patterns that the sentinels could perceive.

He could also feel the innate golden energy between heaven and earth flowing into his soul along the gun, repairing every damaged part.

Fragments of memory flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

He remembered that he was Wei Yu, a time traveler from Earth.

I remember the eleven years I spent in the Canglan Realm, the days I struggled in the darkness, the plastic bracelet on my wrist, and my parents' gentle smiles.

I remember my Sentinel abilities, the days and nights I spent exhausting myself analyzing Earth's coordinates, and the ecstasy when the coordinates were almost complete.

I remember that cold, dark figure, the excruciating pain between my brows, and the resentment and despair I felt when my soul was annihilated.

Remember the mission you failed to complete—to bring all your fellow transmigrators home.

"I... I'm not dead?" Wei Yu murmured to himself, his consciousness gradually clearing.

He could clearly feel that his soul was not fully condensed and was still attached to the black and red spear.

But it was no longer a piece of debris on the verge of dissipation; instead, it was nourished by the power of the spear and became even more stable, even more refined than when it was alive.

He tried to activate his consciousness, wanting to perceive the world beyond the spear.

In an instant, the entire altar, the golden landscape, and the primordial golden energy between heaven and earth were clearly presented in his consciousness.

He could still sense the will of the spear itself—an ancient and silent will.

There was no malice, nor goodwill, but it calmly accepted his soul and nourished him with its own power, as if waiting for something.

Wei Yu was filled with doubt.

Why is this spear here? Why is it nourishing my soul?

Why did this fragment of soul separate from its kind and come to this forbidden land of the primordial wilderness?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers.

But he knew clearly that it was this spear that saved him, and it was this forbidden place that gave him a chance to be reborn.

He tried to activate the sentry's abilities, only to find that his soul was closely connected to the spear.

The sentry's abilities resonated with the power of the spear.

The dark red patterns on the spear reflected the coordinate patterns in his mind, allowing him to vaguely perceive the precise coordinates of the spear's location.

It can even perceive the general outline of the primordial world outside the forbidden area through the spear.

This perception was clearer and broader than it had been in life, as if the spear had become an extension of his sentinel abilities.

This allows him to easily penetrate the barriers of space and capture coordinate information from further away.

At the same time, he could also sense that the aura of other fragments still remained in his soul.

Those fragments of his compatriots scattered throughout the myriad realms, each carrying the same shared obsession and coordinate patterns, subtly resonate with his soul at this moment.

He knew that those fragments had been obtained by other powerful transmigrators, and were perhaps being searched for and treasured.

Perhaps one day, these fragments will be able to reassemble, making his soul completely whole.

The nourishment from the spear continued, and Wei Yu's soul gradually solidified under the envelopment of energy.

He could feel his consciousness becoming clearer and his control over the spear becoming stronger.

It could even draw upon a tiny bit of the gun's power to leave a faint mark on the altar.

He closed his eyes (if he had a physical form at that moment) and immersed himself in this nourishment.

While repairing his soul, he sorted through the memories and doubts in his mind.

He knew he couldn't leave his spear yet.

Once deprived of the nourishment of this divine weapon, the not-yet-fully-formed divine soul is likely to dissipate again.

He needs time, and he needs the power of the spear to completely stabilize his soul and even reshape his physical form.

And this spear seems to need him—perhaps his sentinel ability, or perhaps his divine soul aura—to awaken the dormant power of this ancient divine weapon.

The Forbidden Soul Land remained silent, with the innate golden energy flowing slowly.

The runes on the altar occasionally flashed with a red light, and the spear was stuck diagonally into the stone seat.

The black and red gun body gleamed with a faint halo, exuding an aura of mystery and majesty.

Wei Yu's spirit was attached to the gun barrel, like a seed taking root in the soil.

Nourished by the divine weapon, it slowly regains its vitality and accumulates strength.

He thought of his compatriots scattered throughout the heavens, and of the roar of the Earth's will.

He remembered the shadowy figure who killed him, and the unfinished mission of returning home.

The resentment in his heart gradually transformed into determination, and the obsession etched deep in his soul reignited its raging flames.

Once his soul is fully formed, once he can control the power of this spear.

He will surely embark on the journey to find the fragments and decipher the coordinates once again.

He wanted to fulfill his mission: to ensure that all those who had lost their homes could find their way home.

Those forces that obstruct the return home must pay the price they deserve.

After an unknown amount of time, the trembling of the spear completely subsided.

The aura around him gradually faded, and silence returned.

Only the dark red luster flowing in the patterns on the spear shaft was a bit brighter than before, faintly revealing a trace of life—that was the trace of Wei Yu's soul merging with the spear.

Wei Yu regained full consciousness and could clearly perceive his connection with the spear, as if they were flesh and blood.

He nestled quietly within the gun barrel, no longer agitated.

While slowly absorbing the innate golden energy and the original power of the spear, it silently deduced the location of the other fragments and sensed the movements of the myriad worlds.