All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Amidst the howling winds of the endless void, Shen Jianxin stood within a halo of interwoven black and golden light, his aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. The gentle smile of Lin Nannan before her soul seed dissipated, and the horrific image of her being torn apart by the void storm, repeatedly intertwined in his mind, transforming into scorching flames that burned his soul. He gripped the Devouring Sword tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force. His clear eyes held no trace of confusion, only a cold resolve and overwhelming fighting spirit—he wanted revenge, and more importantly, he wanted to provide a place of respite for all those who had wandered the heavens and lost their homeland.

The next second, a dazzling light of divine soul energy suddenly erupted from Shen Jianxin's body. This light was neither the chilling coldness of black mist nor the warm glow of gold, but rather possessed a sharp, penetrating quality. It surged from between his brows like a rushing river, spreading towards the endless void. His divine soul power surged wildly, no longer confined to his physical body, but breaking through the constraints of spatial barriers, following the hidden energy channels of heaven and earth, spreading directly towards all the myriad realms.

Wherever the divine soul passed, the will of heaven and earth in hundreds of great worlds trembled, and countless cultivators in lesser worlds sensed this immense pressure from the divine soul. In some great worlds embroiled in war, the fighting cultivators suddenly froze, looking up at the sky with eyes full of terror; in some lesser worlds, reclusive masters awoke from their seclusion, calculating with their fingers, only to feel a rage and determination that spanned the heavens; and those forces that coveted the Earth anchor point and lurked in various planes, upon sensing this divine soul power, all changed their expressions drastically, subconsciously concealing their auras and daring not to make the slightest move.

Shen Jianxin's divine soul, like an invisible thunderclap, pierced through billions of stars and enveloped countless planes. His voice was no longer confined to this void, but transformed into a magnificent celestial sound, resounding in every world where life existed, and in the ears of every force coveting Earth's anchor point: "I! The Demonic One! The Lost One! The Transmigrator! Shen Jianxin!"

These few words, bearing the mark of a transmigrator, the sorrow of a lost soul, and the arrogance of someone possessed by demons, resonated throughout the myriad realms. Those transmigrators who were also wandering far from home, whether they were cultivators hidden in the primordial wilderness or mortals struggling in lower planes, all trembled upon hearing the words "lost soul" and "transmigrator," their eyes welling with complex tears—they finally knew that they were not alone.

"I declare war once again!" Shen Jianxin's voice suddenly rose, carrying a power that seemed to tear through space and time, a mixture of rage and killing intent. "You cowardly scum! You want Earth's anchor point? Come find me!"

These words struck like a precise thunderbolt, landing heavily on the hearts of those forces coveting the Earth's anchor points. They had intended to secretly search for these anchor points and plunder the transmigrators' origins, but they hadn't expected someone to dare declare war so openly, drawing all their attention to them. Instantly, hurried discussions erupted in the hidden strongholds of various planes; some were angry, some were wary, but no one dared to easily respond.

Shen Jianxin's divine soul continued to spread, his celestial voice echoing endlessly: "I will tread upon you and the will of your world, including everything in your filthy ant world! I will perform a blood sacrifice!" His tone was icy and chilling, devoid of any pity, "to pave the way home for those who have lost their way in all the heavens and myriad worlds!"

This statement was not empty talk, but a carefully considered decision. He knew that the Earth Anchor Point was the key to all transmigrators' return home, and also the target of countless forces. As long as he drew all attention to himself, those lurking forces would no longer dare to recklessly hunt down other transmigrators, and the other lost souls would have enough time to search for the Sentinel's soul fragments—another key to opening the passage home. At the same time, his high-profile declaration of war was also to muddy the waters, causing all forces coveting the Anchor Point to turn their attention to the Blazing Sun Realm. After all, Blazing Sun Prince had just escaped after being severely injured by him, which was a good opportunity for all forces to take advantage of his misfortune, allowing him to use this opportunity to settle accounts with all his enemies one by one.

As the declaration of war faded, Shen Jianxin's soul slowly receded, returning to his physical body. The light around him gradually dimmed, but his expression grew increasingly resolute. His gaze precisely locked onto a faint energy fluctuation deep within the void—the spatial anchor point of the Lieyang Realm, left behind by Lieyangzi when he escaped, and a hidden clue leading to the Lieyang Realm. Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Jianxin moved, transforming into a stream of light interwoven with black and gold, speeding towards the anchor point. His devouring power quietly circulated, ready to deal with any potential ambushes.

At the edge of the void not far away, the Chaos Gods witnessed everything, their faces filled with astonishment and fear. The Flame Demon tightened his grip on his giant axe, his voice tinged with disbelief: "Has this kid gone mad? He actually dared to declare war on all the heavens and myriad worlds! He even wants to sacrifice blood for each world; isn't he afraid of being besieged by all the planes of existence?"

The Chaos Dragon Demon's face was grim as he gazed in the direction Shen Jianxin had left. His tone was deep: "He's not crazy; he's gambling. He's gambling that the forces coveting Earth's anchor point won't dare to join forces, gambling that the Blazing Sun Realm will become the target of everyone's attacks, and gambling that he can carve a bloody path through the cracks between these forces. Moreover, his divine soul power is far too strong, capable of traversing hundreds of Great Thousand Worlds, something no ordinary cultivator can achieve. If he grows stronger in the future, he may become our greatest threat."

"Should we make a move now and kill him before he fully matures?" a Chaos Demon God asked, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

The Chaos Dragon Demon slowly shook his head: "No need. He's currently flying towards the Lieyang Realm's anchor point and will inevitably clash with them again. Let's observe and see. If he can severely damage the Lieyang Realm, we can reap the benefits (self-deprecating humor, is that all this old man knows?); if he's killed by the Lieyang Realm, it'll save us the trouble of taking action. Besides, Hongjun is watching from the sidelines; if we rashly intervene, we'll only invite trouble." (So cowardly)

The demons nodded in agreement, remaining silent as they hovered in the void, their eyes fixed on the direction Shen Jianxin had departed, awaiting a change in the situation.

Hongjun stood before the golden light barrier of the primordial world, taking in Shen Jianxin's declaration of war and his choice. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of admiration for Shen Jianxin's resolute decision and concern for the shifting power dynamics of the heavens. Shen Jianxin's actions, seemingly arrogant, actually contained great wisdom. They protected the other transmigrators while simultaneously stirring up the situation across the heavens, diverting the crisis to the Blazing Sun Realm, and inadvertently easing the pressure on the primordial world.

He glanced indifferently at the Chaos Gods not far away, and seeing that they made no move, he lingered. The Primordial World was his foundation. Although the Chaos Gods were temporarily inactive, they were still watching him intently. He had to return to the Primordial World as soon as possible to reinforce the protective array and coordinate forces from all sides to prevent the Chaos Gods from taking advantage of the situation to invade. With a swift movement, Hongjun transformed into a dazzling golden light, passing through the golden light barrier and returning directly to Zixiao Palace, leaving only a faint Daoist aura lingering on the world's barrier.

In the vast, cloud-filled southern wilderness, within the dojo of the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon clan, Ao Chen stood atop the main hall, gazing into the endless void. Shen Jianxin's declaration of war, piercing through the heavens, clearly reached his ears, each word like a hammer blow striking his heart. The purple-gold dragon aura surrounding him trembled slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions—grief, admiration, and helplessness—intertwined, leaving him unable to find peace for a long time.

He had already sensed Lin Nannan's dissipation from the primordial energy fluctuations. That innocent and carefree little girl with the ability to traverse dimensions, that fellow Earth traveler, had ultimately succumbed to her fate, forever lost in the endless void. Ao Chen clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, his heart filled with self-reproach—if only he had been a step faster, if only he had been stronger, perhaps he could have protected Lin Nannan and prevented her from suffering such a tragic end.

But he also knew he couldn't act like Shen Jianxin, recklessly declaring war on the heavens and wantonly slaughtering. Shen Jianxin was a lone wolf, unburdened and free, able to use himself as bait to stir up the situation in the heavens; while he was the patriarch of the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon Clan, the leader of a top power in the prehistoric world, bearing the safety of his entire clan and the responsibility of the prehistoric world on his shoulders. If he acted rashly, he would not only plunge the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon Clan into annihilation, but also bring unpredictable crises to the prehistoric world.

Ao Chen slowly closed his eyes, Shen Jianxin's declaration of war echoing repeatedly in his mind, gradually clarifying its deeper meaning. Shen Jianxin's high-profile declaration of war against all the heavens and myriad worlds was by no means a spur-of-the-moment act. He wanted to draw all the forces coveting Earth's anchor point to himself, buying enough time for other transmigrators to search for the Sentinel's soul fragments in peace; at the same time, he also wanted to use the declaration of war to divert the attention of all forces to the Blazing Sun Realm—after all, Blazing Sun Prince had just been severely injured, and the Blazing Sun Realm was leaderless, making it a good time for various forces to divide up the spoils. In this way, other transmigrators could survive peacefully in the cracks, no longer being wantonly hunted.

"Shen Jianxin..." Ao Chen murmured softly, the self-reproach in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a firm light, "You provided us with a place to breathe, so I will guard the rear for you, gather enough strength, and fight alongside you against the enemies of the heavens."

He knew perfectly well that Shen Jianxin alone, even with his formidable combat power, would ultimately be unable to withstand the covetous forces of all the heavens and myriad realms; nor could a small number of transmigrators stand firm amidst the encirclement and suppression of various powers. To truly protect Earth's anchor point and to pave a path home for all those who had lost their homes, he had to win over more allies—not only the transmigrators scattered throughout the heavens, but also those forces similarly oppressed by the Blazing Sun Realm and threatened by the Chaos Demon God, and those dimensional powers yearning to break the existing order and seek new opportunities.

Ao Chen opened his eyes, gazing at the primordial land and then at the endless void, a plan already formed in his mind. First, he would contact all the transmigrators within the primordial realm, gathering them together to form a unified force, supporting each other and jointly searching for the Sentinel's soul fragments. Second, he would visit other top forces in the primordial world, such as the Chan Sect, the Jie Sect, the Western Sect, and the various human tribes, forming an alliance under the pretext of jointly fighting against the Chaos Demon God and resisting the retaliation of the Blazing Sun Realm. Third, he would leverage the transdimensional inheritance of the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon Clan to contact those forces in the heavens who had old favors with the Dragon Clan and enmities with the Blazing Sun Realm, seeking their support.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of purple-gold light and landed in the main hall. He then solemnly ordered the dragon elders waiting below: "Immediately issue the order to summon all the elites of the clan to reinforce the defensive array of the Southern Wilderness Cloud Sea; at the same time, send people to contact all known powerful members of the dragon clan within the Primordial World and have them come to the Southern Wilderness to join us as soon as possible; in addition, prepare generous gifts, as I will personally visit the Primordial Heavenly Venerable and the Tongtian Sect Master at Kunlun Ruins and Biyou Palace."

"Yes, Clan Chief!" the elders responded in unison, their eyes filled with solemnity. Although they did not fully understand Ao Chen's intentions, they could sense the urgency of the situation and immediately turned around to arrange various matters.

Ao Chen walked to the entrance of the main hall once more, gazing in the direction Shen Jianxin had left, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve. He knew the road ahead was destined to be difficult, the process of forging allies would be fraught with obstacles, and the situation across the myriad realms would become increasingly chaotic due to Shen Jianxin's declaration of war. But he had no choice but to face the challenge head-on—for Lin Nannan's sacrifice, for Shen Jianxin's steadfastness, for the dream of homecoming for all those who had lost their homes, and to safeguard this hard-won respite.

At this moment, the myriad realms were already in turmoil due to Shen Jianxin's declaration of war. Some forces coveting Earth's anchor point were secretly gathering strength, preparing to ambush and kill Shen Jianxin; others were turning their attention to the Blazing Sun Realm, waiting for an opportunity to plunder; still others chose to remain inactive, observing the changing situation. Within the Blazing Sun Realm, with the return of Lie Yangzi severely injured, the people were filled with anxiety, struggling to cope with Shen Jianxin's potential retaliation while also guarding against the covetousness of various forces, plunging the realm into a precarious state.

Shen Jianxin's figure sped through the endless void, getting closer and closer to the remaining anchor point of the Blazing Sun Realm, and the killing intent around him grew stronger; Ao Chen's footsteps had already embarked on the road to Kunlun Ruins, and the plan to win over allies had officially begun; the Chaos Demons were still lurking at the edge of the void, waiting for the best opportunity to strike; and the Primordial World's protective array, under Hongjun's blessing, became even more dazzling, but it could not conceal the hidden crisis.

A storm sweeping across all realms has been ignited by Shen Jianxin's declaration of war. The perseverance of the transmigrators, the power struggles among the various realms, the covetousness of the Chaos Demon God, and the counterattack of the Blazing Sun Realm have all intertwined, plunging the entire landscape of the universe into unprecedented chaos and uncertainty.

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