All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Golden mist lingers around the outer edge of the Forbidden Soul Land.

The innate golden energy between heaven and earth continued to converge towards the core of the forbidden area, and the gentle yet powerful energy fluctuations spread out, enveloping the entire region.

At this moment, all the major forces of the primordial world have gathered.

The lotus platform of the Chan Sect floated in the clouds, the banners of the Jie Sect fluttered in the wind, the Buddha light of the Western Sect was warm and gentle, and the ranks of human cultivators were neat and solemn.

In addition, demons from all four seas and powerful rogue cultivators each occupied a corner, their densely packed figures completely surrounding the forbidden area.

The various forces confronted each other, their auras clashing and intertwining, creating an invisible sense of oppression that made the air itself seem stagnant.

No one dared to be the first to step into the forbidden area.

Firstly, they were wary of the remaining power of the ancient restrictions, and secondly, they were also wary of other forces reaping the benefits.

Everyone is watching and waiting for the further development of the strange events in the forbidden area, and also waiting for the best time to make a move.

Occasionally, glances would meet between forces, each filled with a strong sense of vigilance and probing, yet no one dared to speak easily.

Only the soft sounds of the wind blowing through robes and armor clashing were particularly clear in this silence.

On the altar at the heart of the forbidden area, the black and red spear was still diagonally inserted into the stone seat, surrounded by a faint halo, echoing the primordial golden energy surging between heaven and earth.

Wei Yu's soul resided deep within the gun barrel, using the sentry's perception abilities to take in everything outside.

At this moment, his soul was trembling slightly.

It wasn't because of the resonance with the Law of Metal, but rather stemmed from an extreme fear of the aura of those powerful figures from the outside world.

His Sentinel ability allows him to accurately detect the aura of every powerful individual, even through the thick golden mist and altar barriers.

Those auras still pressed down on his soul like mountains, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He could clearly distinguish that even the weakest of these auras far surpassed the strongest being in the Canglan Realm he had been in before his transmigration.

The aura of the Canglan Realm Ruler, whom he had once carefully avoided in the Canglan Realm and dared not even confront head-on, was completely inferior to these powerful beings of the Primordial Era, like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.

"So powerful..." Wei Yu murmured to himself, his soul instinctively contracting.

He could sense the gentle yet majestic aura emanating from the lotus platform in the clouds, exuding a transcendent air overlooking the primordial world.

One could sense the fierce and incomparable aura emanating from beneath the banners, like a raging wind from an ancient battlefield.

One can also sense the compassion and profundity within the Buddha's light, as if it can see through all illusions.

Every aura he exuded carried overwhelming power; if he dared to reveal even the slightest fluctuation of his divine soul, he would likely be detected by these powerful figures instantly.

The soul was completely annihilated, without even a chance to be nourished again.

The images of being killed in his past life flooded his mind like a tidal wave, and the intense pain of that jet-black energy still lingered between his brows.

The fear and resentment of death spread once again.

He suppressed the agitation in his soul with all his might, gathering all his consciousness into the core of the gun, as if a stone had sunk into the sea, daring not to leak out in the slightest.

He also completely sealed away his Sentinel abilities, leaving only the faintest senses to barely keep track of the outside world.

They were terrified that they might inadvertently bring about their own demise.

Just as he was on the verge of collapse from extreme fear, a gentle yet powerful force surged from deep within the gun.

Like a warm tide, it gently enveloped his soul.

This power carries the ancient and silent will of the divine weapon itself, without any aggression, but rather conveys a sense of soothing.

It gradually soothed the trembling in his soul and dispelled the fear and unease in his heart.

Wei Yu could clearly feel that the black and red spear seemed to be sensing his emotions, protecting his soul with its own primal power.

The dark red patterns on the gun barrel glowed faintly, intertwining with his divine soul to form a solid barrier.

He completely concealed his aura, so that even if a powerful being from the primordial era deliberately tried to probe, it would be difficult to penetrate this barrier and detect his presence.

As his tense mind gradually relaxed, the deep-seated fear dissipated considerably.

Relying on this gentle power, Wei Yu felt a faint but real sense of security.

In this strange and dangerous forbidden land, surrounded by countless powerful figures, only this divine weapon that had taken in his soul became his only refuge.

He silently absorbed the power transmitted by the divine weapon, continuing to strengthen his soul and conceal his aura.

Like dormant ants, they wait for changes in the external situation.

Outside the forbidden area, Ao Chen stood in front of the array of the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon Clan.

His human form stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his purple-gold dragon-patterned robe fluttering in the breeze.

His golden vertical pupils swept across the surrounding major forces, his gaze sharp as a knife, taking in all their movements.

The twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect looked solemn and subtly formed a defensive formation.

The disciples of the Jie Sect were all fierce and brave, exuding an aura that made them appear quite aggressive.

Western Buddhist disciples chant scriptures with their eyes closed, surrounded by a halo of light, seemingly detached from worldly affairs, but in reality, they are secretly on guard.

The human cultivators' formation was relatively low-key, hidden on the periphery of various major forces, yet they still exuded a cohesive force that should not be underestimated.

Ao Chen understood; this was always the case among the major powers of the prehistoric world.

In pursuit of opportunities and treasures, there has always been deceit and suspicion among those involved.

The recent disturbances in the Forbidden Soul Land and the rumors of a powerful treasure appearing in the world will inevitably trigger a bloodbath.

He must remain vigilant at all times, not only to explore the mysteries of the forbidden area but also to guard against the machinations of other forces and protect his people.

Just as he was pondering, the golden fragment of his soul deep within his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled slightly.

A faint yet clear sense of resonance came from afar.

Ao Chen's expression hardened slightly, and he immediately composed himself and activated the Dragon Clan's secret technique.

He transformed his spiritual power into a thin thread, which quietly spread out, probing along the resonance.

This sense of resonance did not come from within the forbidden area, nor from other top forces.

Instead, it originated from a distant array of human cultivators.

Ao Chen's soul threads carefully weaved through the gaps in the auras of various forces, avoiding the detection of the powerful.

It eventually landed in a corner of the human formation.

There, a seemingly ordinary figure was hidden in the crowd, his aura calm and restrained, just like an ordinary human cultivator.

Yet deep within his soul, there emanated a mark shared with him—the unique soul aura of Earth's transmigrators, an primordial mark that could never be erased no matter how it was concealed.

"There are still compatriots here." A ripple of emotion stirred in Ao Chen's heart.

A hint of surprise and understanding flashed in his golden vertical pupils.

He had traversed countless eons of the primordial era, and this was the first time he had encountered other Earth time travelers.

This sudden sense of shared origin stirred a tremor in his long-dormant heart.

He could sense that the opponent was quite strong, at least having reached the Golden Immortal realm.

He must hold a significant position among human cultivators, but he deliberately concealed his aura and identity.

He instinctively wanted to take a step and move closer to the human cultivator.

I want to confirm the other party's identity and establish contact with them.

In this unfamiliar and desolate land, encountering fellow countrymen who have also lost their homeland is undoubtedly a fortunate thing. Perhaps the two can support each other and search for clues to return home together.

But as soon as he took a step, Ao Chen stopped immediately.

The excitement in his eyes was quickly replaced by calmness.

He slowly withdrew the strands of his divine soul, his expression returning to its previous solemnity, as if the resonance he had just experienced had never occurred.

He knew perfectly well that in this desperate situation surrounded by powerful forces, revealing his identity as a transmigrator would undoubtedly be tantamount to courting death.

The other party deliberately concealed their identity, clearly aware of the danger involved.

If he were to rush forward rashly, he would not only expose himself but also implicate the other party, and might even arouse suspicion from other forces, bringing annihilation upon himself and the Purple Gold Divine Dragon Clan.

Moreover, he was unsure of the other person's character and whether they were trustworthy.

In the primordial world, people's hearts are unpredictable. Even transmigrators from the same origin may betray each other for personal gain.

Before you have enough confidence, keeping your distance and concealing your identity is the safest option.

Ao Chen nodded slightly, his gaze turning once again to the golden mist of the Forbidden Soul Land.

He suppressed the thrill of meeting his compatriots deep in his heart.

He no longer paid much attention to the direction of the human cultivator, but secretly memorized the other's aura, so that he could find an opportunity to contact him again in the future.

At this moment, exploring the mysteries of the forbidden area and protecting the safety of his people are his primary tasks.

Among the ranks of human cultivators, Shen Jianxin stood with his hands hanging down.

He appeared to be intently observing the mist of the Forbidden Soul Land, his expression calm and undisturbed, his aura completely concealed, like dust blending into the crowd.

He has been in the prehistoric world for thousands of years, and has cultivated step by step from an ordinary human cultivator to the Golden Immortal realm.

With the wisdom and fortuitousness of a time traveler, they secured a place in the human tribes.

Over the years, he has always carefully concealed his identity, never revealing the existence of Earth to anyone, and has long been accustomed to loneliness and forbearance.

The moment Ao Chen examined him, Shen Jianxin's soul also trembled violently.

A strange feeling arose in my heart.

He could clearly sense a strange yet incredibly familiar aura quietly passing through his soul.

That aura carried the majesty of the dragon race, and even more so, the soul imprint of someone from the same origin as him—a fellow human! A transmigrator from Earth, just like him!

Shen Jianxin's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers clenched unconsciously.

A storm raged within me.

He had traversed thousands of years of primordial chaos and had never encountered any other transmigrators. This sudden sense of shared origin made it almost impossible for him to control his emotions.

He looked in the direction of the aura and met Ao Chen's gaze.

That gaze was sharp and deep, carrying the majesty of the dragon race, yet also concealing a hint of excitement and tacit understanding that only its own kind could comprehend.

Shen Jianxin immediately concealed the surprise in his eyes, quickly looked away, and regained his composure.

It was as if the eye contact they had just made was merely a coincidence.

He could guess that the other party must be a powerful dragon clan member who had concealed his identity and whose strength far surpassed his own.

In this gathering of various powerful forces, the other party did not rush forward, clearly because, like him, they were worried about the danger of their identity being exposed.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the agitation in his heart and hiding all his emotions deep inside.

They remained hidden in the crowd, making no unnecessary movements.

He knew that silence and forbearance at this moment were the best protection for each other.

If the two were to make contact rashly, and other forces were to notice something amiss, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Moreover, he was still unsure of the other party's intentions, whether they were friend or foe, and it was difficult to discern.

Shen Jianxin turned slightly to the side, hiding his figure behind his companion, and further concealed his aura.

At the same time, he secretly kept an eye on Ao Chen's direction.

He could sense that the other party had also withdrawn their gaze and refocused their attention on the Forbidden Soul Land.

There was no verbal exchange or physical interaction between the two.

At this moment, however, a silent understanding was reached—to temporarily conceal their identities, not disturb each other, and wait for the right opportunity.

The atmosphere outside the forbidden area grew increasingly tense.

The various factions remain locked in a standoff, secretly testing each other, with no one daring to break the deadlock first.

Guangchengzi of the Chan Sect and Duobao Daoren of the Jie Sect exchanged glances, and it seemed as if invisible sparks were colliding in the air.

The Western Sect's Zhunti Daoist had a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes darted between the various forces, as if he were plotting something.

The Yellow Emperor of the human race wore a solemn expression, constantly on guard against the surrounding movements, fearing that the flames of war would spread to the human race.

Ao Chen led the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon Clan, firmly occupying the high ground.

His dragon aura was imposing and intimidating, deterring any forces from approaching easily.

He would occasionally glance unconsciously in the direction of the human formation, his gaze lingering briefly before quickly shifting away.

Shen Jianxin, on the other hand, remained hidden among the crowd, just like any ordinary cultivator.

Only the shared resonance deep within their souls proved the secret connection between the two.

At the heart of the forbidden area, Wei Yu's soul remained hidden deep within the black and red spear.

With the soothing words of the divine weapon, the fear in his heart gradually subsided.

He could sense the stalemate between the major forces in the outside world and could vaguely detect the auras of the two transmigrators who shared the same origin.

They dared not investigate in the slightest, and could only silently absorb the power of the divine weapon, accumulate strength, and wait for a turning point in the situation.