All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The mountain wind, carrying pine needles, swept past the wooden windows of the cottage on the cliff edge, bringing with it the crispness of late autumn and the astringent scent of grass and trees.

Wei Yu sat cross-legged on the cold bluestone floor, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing a string of shiny plastic beads on his wrist.

That was a peace buckle bracelet that his mother gave him on his twenty-fifth birthday before he transmigrated.

Made of plastic, it's worthless, but it has been his only tangible connection to Earth for the past eleven years.

Two beads on the bracelet are missing, and the edges have been worn smooth by time, feeling warm to the touch.

This is an item that Wei Yu discovered along with the coordinates when he later analyzed the world's anchoring coordinates. (It was brought here by the Sentinel's ability.)

It felt as if the warmth of her mother's touch still lingered when she handed it to her.

Wei Yu closed his eyes, his breathing gradually slowed down, but his mind sank into another dimension of perception.

There are no mountain breezes or pine trees there, no small houses or rocky grounds.

Only the crisscrossing bands of light and the scattered points of light, like an overturned galaxy, flowed slowly in the depths of consciousness.

This is the world that his "Sentinel" ability can reach.

It was also the battlefield where he had spent eleven years studying day and night without ever stopping.

Eleven years ago, he was just an ordinary engineer in a second-tier city on Earth.

On his way home from get off work, rushing to make dinner for his parents, he was hit and thrown into the air by an out-of-control truck while crossing the road.

In his last moments before losing consciousness, he only heard his mother calling from not far away.

The voice was sharp and desperate, like a branding iron, burning deep into his soul.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange world called "Canglan Realm".

He became an orphan, only ten years old, who had just lost both his parents.

The early days were chaotic and dark.

The Canglan Realm is not a benevolent place; while martial arts flourish, the law of the jungle prevails.

His status as an orphan brought him to the brink of death several times.

Being so hungry that they had to eat tree bark, hiding in the corner of a dilapidated temple to ward off the cold wind, and being chased and robbed by street thugs were all commonplace.

More than once, he curled up in a cold corner late at night, longing for his parents on Earth.

I miss the warm lights of home, I miss my mother's braised pork, and my father's hot tea.

The loneliness and despair of being abandoned by the whole world almost completely devoured his will.

It wasn't until the third month after he transmigrated that he woke up after being chased and beaten unconscious by thugs.

A strange band of light suddenly appeared deep within his consciousness.

At first, it was just a vague sensation, as if through a thick layer of frosted glass.

You can vaguely sense the movement of the light bands, but you can't touch them at all.

Six months later, he encountered a monster while foraging for food in the mountains.

At the critical moment of life and death, the band of light suddenly burst forth.

A faint point of light landed precisely in his consciousness, instantly revealing the monster's weakness and the coordinates of the surrounding terrain.

This allowed him to escape death.

It was from that time that he gradually figured out this sudden cheat code—the Sentinel ability.

This ability doesn't possess world-destroying power, nor can it greatly increase his cultivation speed or grant him a powerful physique.

Its sole purpose is to analyze "coordinates".

From the landing point of a leaf to the growing location of a medicinal herb.

From the location of a city to the contours of a mountain range.

As long as he concentrates his mind, he can draw precise coordinate trajectories in his consciousness.

As he gained more and more proficient control over his abilities, the range of his perception expanded, and the precision of his analysis increased.

But what truly ignited his hope was the second year after he traveled through time.

That night, as he was tracing the bands of light in his mind, he suddenly caught a faint and peculiar spot of light.

That point of light was completely different from all the coordinates and auras in the Canglan Realm.

It carried a familiar feeling that shook his soul, as if it were a call from the depths of his blood.

He tried his best to chase and analyze, but only managed to grasp a tiny fragment.

The fragment vanished from his consciousness in an instant, leaving only a vague imprint—the scent of Earth.

From that day on, Wei Yu had a mission.

He was no longer that orphan who was barely surviving in the Canglan Realm.

He is Wei Yu, a time traveler from Earth, a traveler with a strong desire to return home.

He knew that he was not the only one in the world who had been forced to leave his hometown.

There must be countless others like him, struggling in some corner of the myriad worlds.

Missing her parents, lover, and children far away, she longs to return to the harbor called "home".

They may be forced into conflict, or they may struggle to survive in an unfamiliar world.

Perhaps the years have worn away their edges, but they still retain a sliver of longing to return home in their hearts.

His Sentinel ability is the light that illuminates this long-cherished hope.

He wanted to determine Earth's precise coordinates, not only for himself, but also for all the other reluctant transmigrators like himself.

He wanted to enable those who missed their parents to be able to fulfill their filial duties at their parents' feet again.

Let those who miss their wives be able to sleep in each other's arms again.

So that those who miss their children can once again touch their children's cheeks.

He wants to help them break down the barriers between all the heavens and the myriad worlds, so that every wanderer can find their way home.

Over the past eleven years, he has traveled to most parts of the Canglan Realm.

From the miasma-filled jungles of southern Xinjiang to the frozen snowfields of northern Xinjiang.

From bustling cities in the east to barren deserts in the west.

He was evading the spying of the major forces in the Canglan Realm.

While Sentinel abilities are not offensive, their precise targeting capabilities are enough to make them coveted by any faction.

On one hand, they used the spiritual energy of the Canglan Realm to hone their spiritual power and strengthen their sentinel abilities.

He knew that deciphering Earth's coordinates was by no means an easy task.

The myriad realms are surrounded by numerous barriers, and Earth's coordinates are enveloped by layers of spacetime turbulence.

To lock on accurately requires extreme mental strength and absolute sensitivity to the coordinates.

Over the years, he had also encountered traces of other time travelers.

In a cave in the jungles of southern Xinjiang, he saw simplified Chinese characters carved on the stone wall.

The handwriting was messy and desperate, reading, "Mom and Dad, I want to go home."

He found a rusty coin in an abandoned fortress in northern Xinjiang.

The coin bears the emblem of a country on Earth, and its edge has been repeatedly rubbed, leaving deep marks.

In the black market of the eastern city, he once heard a merchant hawking his wares in Mandarin with a heavy local accent.

Although it was just one sentence, it instantly brought tears to his eyes.

Each time he discovered such traces, his sense of mission grew stronger.

He could almost see the despair in the eyes of those time travelers and hear their silent weeping in the dead of night.

He knew he couldn't stop.

No matter how dangerous the road ahead, no matter how painful the process of cultivating spiritual power, he will persevere.

Because he was not only fighting for himself, but also for countless souls like himself.

At this moment, Wei Yu's consciousness was completely immersed in the sensory dimension constructed by the Sentinel's ability.

Under his control, countless ribbons of light slowly converged, forming a massive net of light that enveloped his consciousness.

Countless points of light flickered above the optical network.

Each point of light represents a coordinate in the Canglan Realm.

His attention was entirely focused on the area at the very center of the optical network.

There, dozens of faint points of light were slowly rotating around a core.

The core of that is the fragments of Earth's coordinates that he has captured intermittently over the years.

Eleven years of accumulation, countless perceptions and analyses.

The fragments were no longer scattered points of light, but gradually coalesced into a blurry outline of a gate of light.

A familiar aura flowed above the gate of light.

Those were the mountains, rivers, and air of the earth, and even the fragrance of flowers on his balcony from his memories.

Wei Yu's heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing became rapid.

He could clearly sense that only one final step remained before the complete Earth coordinates could be determined.

He slowly channeled his spiritual energy into the outline of the light gate, following the light net.

The mental energy was being consumed extremely quickly, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

It slid down her cheek and dripped onto the cold bluestone slab, spreading out a small patch of water.

But he didn't care at all; at this moment, all he could see was that gate of light that carried all his hopes.

Deep within his consciousness, the outline of the light gate gradually became clear under the infusion of spiritual power.

He could see a blurry scene behind the portal: familiar residential buildings and the vegetable market downstairs.

He could see his parents hanging clothes to dry on the balcony, and even faintly hear his mother calling him to eat.

Those scenes from my memory became incredibly clear at this moment, as if they were right before my eyes.

"Dad, Mom..." Wei Yu murmured to himself, his voice choked with emotion.

Eleven years have passed since he traveled through time, transforming from a twenty-five-year-old youth to a thirty-six-year-old. (Analysis: Earth's anchor points accelerate aging.)

How much time has passed on Earth?

Are his parents still waiting for him? Has their hair turned even whiter?

These questions had troubled him countless times in the dead of night, but now the answers seemed to be within reach.

He gritted his teeth and channeled all the remaining spiritual energy within his body into the portal.

Just then, a soft white light suddenly burst forth from the gate.

The condensed coordinate fragments merged instantly, and a complete coordinate trajectory slowly emerged at the center of the light gate.

The trajectory was composed of countless fine light patterns, each containing information about Earth's spacetime.

It is incredibly accurate, enough to penetrate the barriers of all realms and pinpoint Earth's location.

Become!

Wei Yu was overjoyed, his consciousness almost bursting out of his body.

He finally deciphered the precise coordinates of Earth!

He can finally go home!

He can finally fulfill his mission and help those travelers scattered throughout the myriad worlds find their way home!

He subconsciously wanted to imprint this coordinate trajectory deep into his soul.

So that it can be accurately transmitted to other time travelers in the future.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a violent dizziness.

Consciousness seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, the scene in the portal began to blur, and the coordinate trajectory also fluctuated.

Is it because I've overexerted my mental energy?

Wei Yu felt a sudden tightness in his chest and tried to calm himself down, but found that his body was already out of his control.

He forcibly withdrew from the dimension of perception and opened his eyes.

But then they saw a cold, dark figure standing at the door of the small house.

The shadowy figure exuded a chilling killing intent, its eyes fixed on him like those of a venomous snake.

Wei Yu's heart sank, and he instantly understood.

He wasn't suffering from excessive mental exhaustion; rather, he was being targeted.

Over the years, he has been careful to conceal his whereabouts and abilities.

But in the end, he couldn't escape it.

He could sense that the dark figure before him was extremely powerful, far surpassing any enemy he had encountered in recent years.

The target of the other party is clearly his Sentinel ability, or the coordinates he just analyzed.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his body was locked in place by the other party's murderous aura and he could not move.

The dark figure slowly stepped forward, walking towards him step by step.

With each step, the ground trembled slightly.

The oppressive feeling in the air grew stronger and stronger, almost crushing his bones.

Wei Yu stared intently at the dark figure, his heart filled with resentment and despair.

He worked hard for eleven years, enduring countless lonely and desperate days and nights.

The Earth's coordinates have finally been determined, and we're just one step away from going home.

We are only one step away from fulfilling our mission.

But now, he is going to die here.

He is not willing!

He hasn't seen his parents yet, and he hasn't told them that he's still alive.

He is not willing!

He hasn't found the scattered time travelers yet, nor has he passed on the coordinates to their way home.

He is not willing!

He has not yet completed his mission, nor has he yet brought those like him who have lost their homeland back into its embrace.

The shadowy figure walked up to him and looked down at him.

A cold voice rang out, tinged with greed: "The Sentinel's abilities are indeed as good as they seem. I didn't expect you could actually analyze extraterrestrial coordinates."

Wei Yu did not speak, but stared at the other party with eyes full of hatred.

He knew he was doomed to die that day.

But he secretly vowed that even in death, he would imprint the traces of Earth's coordinates deep within his soul.

If there is an afterlife, and if he can still possess the Sentinel's abilities, he will surely fulfill his mission.

The shadowy figure seemed to lose patience and raised its hand to wave.

A jet-black energy chain shot out instantly, aiming straight for Wei Yu's brow.

Wei Yu could feel the aura of death instantly enveloping him.

His gaze slowly shifted to the plastic bracelet on his wrist, and images of his parents' smiles and the despairing eyes of those time travelers surfaced in his mind.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, your son can't come back to be with you..."

"Fellow countrymen, I'm sorry, I couldn't help you find your way home..."

A jet-black energy beam instantly pierced through his brow.

Wei Yu's consciousness instantly plunged into darkness.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he clearly felt it.

The Earth coordinates that had just been deciphered deep within his soul, along with the shattering of his soul, transformed into countless points of light.

It dissipated into the chaotic flow of time and space in all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Meanwhile, in every corner of the myriad realms...

Countless figures simultaneously stopped what they were doing, their faces showing confusion and pain.

On a mountain peak in a cultivation world, a cultivator in white robes is flying on a sword.

Suddenly, he shuddered, and the flying sword in his hand almost fell.

He clutched his chest, his eyes filled with despair: "What happened? The scent of home... it's gone? Mom and Dad!"

In a laboratory in a technological world, a scientist in a white lab coat is staring at data on a screen.

Suddenly, she trembled all over, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably: "Home... my home is gone... I can never find my way back..."

On a battlefield in a war-torn world, a soldier wields his weapon and fights fiercely.

He suddenly stopped, stared at the sky, and let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Wife! Children! I can't find you!"

They come from different corners of the earth, with different identities and different experiences.

But they share the same obsession—going home.

They are time travelers, wanderers roaming the myriad realms.

My heart is always with my family and relatives in my hometown, and I always hope that one day I can embark on the road home.

But at that very moment, their only, faint spiritual connection with their hometown was completely severed.

They can no longer sense the atmosphere of their hometown, nor can they capture any trace of home.

The belief that sustained them through their struggle in this unfamiliar world collapsed at that moment.

They are no longer wanderers.

Even those who have wandered far from home still have hope of returning, and still have a harbor to long for.

They lost their sense of belonging to their hometown and their connection with their loved ones.

They became homeless and had nowhere to go, displaced people.

In the cliffside hut of Canglan Realm, Wei Yu's body slowly collapsed onto the bluestone slab.

The plastic bracelet on my wrist rolled off, making a crisp sound, before falling silent.

The mountain wind still blows, and the pine needles still fall.

It was as if the upheaval that had affected the fate of countless people had never happened.

However, from then on, there was one more group of souls in all the heavens and myriad realms who had lost their homeland.

Drifting aimlessly in endless time and space.

Wei Yu's eleven years of perseverance and dedication ultimately turned into a wisp of dust in the turbulent flow of time and space, disappearing silently.

But no one knew what happened in the last moment when his soul shattered.

He hid an extremely faint coordinate mark in the cracks of the universe at the cost of his life.

Like a spark in the darkness, waiting for the day it will be awakened again.