Chapter 446 Final Chapter
The time is too short and there is no time to say goodbye.
The withering of the Mist Realm Mother Tree, the entanglement between Zhou Tian and the Resentful Infant, and the collapse of the world all happened at the same time.
Bai Yanliang looked at Xu Zhifei, and then at Zhou Tian, who was gradually merging with the resentful baby, completely turning into pure malice.
"If we are destined, see you again."
He smiled at Xu Zhifei.
The corners of Xu Zhifei's mouth twitched and he smiled like he did before.
But in the end, he showed a pretty sweet smile.
"Yeah."
Two people with almost the same fate made almost the same choice at this moment.
The survivors of Yecheng could not see what was happening in the windy sky, nor could they clearly see the two people.
As for the former companions of Wuji, they seemed to sense something. They tried their best to raise their heads on the trembling ground and looked at the sky.
Xu Zhifei closed her eyes. All the power of the mist world was now under her control.
Her body was quickly distorted and deformed, her skin became mottled, her limbs became slender, and her face became blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Mist Realm Mother Tree is dying.
But a new, self-aware tree is born.
Xu Zhifei could still perceive the world. She saw the mountains at the end of the sky, the surging white flowers on the coast, the birds and beasts running in the deep valleys, and the suffering and struggle in the end of the world.
Bai Yanren is right, but also wrong.
For life, only when we have self-awareness can we truly live.
Therefore, Baiyan people believe that self-awareness is the most important thing in life.
However, both Bai Yanliang and Xu Zhifei gradually realized during this journey that... people with self-awareness will occasionally do incredible things.
It seems that something can transcend its own existence.
Baiyan people believe that it is impossible for people to give up their self-awareness.
However, throughout the evolution of human civilization, there are many people who know that they will die, dissipate, and cease to exist, but still continue to succeed.
Because, true living is never about clinging to the eternal self, quietly watching everything and letting everything take its course.
Rather, at a certain moment, this life blooms with utmost splendor, leaving everything to be passed down to future generations.
Life is an endless river, never a stagnant water that neither increases nor decreases, nor flows.
Zhou Tian chose the backwater, while Bai Yanliang and Xu Zhifei chose the long river.
Perhaps their self-awareness will dissipate at this moment, but that winding and extremely majestic river will always flow.
At least at this moment, the survivors of Yecheng saw it.
A huge human-shaped shadow turned into a golden tree.
The golden color emitted by the tree is not dazzling, but very soft.
Its roots penetrated into the earth of the world, its branches and leaves stretched towards the boundless deep sky, and the trembling and collapse of the heaven and earth came to an abrupt end.
But at this moment, a shrill scream resounded throughout the world.
Zhou Tian and his child, who had long since become a resentful baby, merged into one body and turned into a giant flesh and blood monster that almost occupied a corner of the sky.
It is like a ball of stuffing that has been chopped into pieces when making dumplings.
Bai Yanliang looked at the flesh and blood monster, and then took one last look at Xu Zhifei, who had turned into a new tree in the fog world, and murmured: "Goodbye..."
He is Bai Yanliang and a native of Bai Yan. He is a creature created by Zhou Tian and Meng Zhen, and he is also a child raised in the human world.
No matter who he was, at this moment, he had a pure, human heart.
Bai Yanren's will was activated, and all the remaining consciousness was concentrated.
The fog gate... is open.
Bai Yanliang stood in front of the flesh and blood monster that Zhou Tian had transformed into out of thin air. Behind him was a door, and the blood inside the door was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
There were no conversations, no goodbyes.
The foggy gate swallowed up the huge flesh-and-blood monster that covered the sky and the sun, and also swallowed up Bai Yanliang's tiny figure.
Then... he closed the door silently and disappeared completely.
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Unknowingly, ten years have passed since Xu Zhifei transformed into the Mother Tree of the Mist Realm, and Bai Yanliang led Zhou Tian and the resentful infant monster into the gate of the Mist Realm.
The human world seems to have been revised by some invisible rules. Everyone knows that a catastrophe occurred ten years ago.
Landslides, ground cracks, strong winds, and tsunamis seemed like the end of the world was coming, but...at a certain moment, these phenomena completely disappeared in an instant.
In their memories, there was no strange phenomenon. The only abnormality was that the disaster disappeared too suddenly.
Yes, humans don’t know. There is an essential conflict between the material world and the conscious world, and this level of "revision" is irresistible to humans.
But... there are also some surprises.
For example, some people still have key marks on their palms.
Song Que, Yu Wenxuan, Yu Sheng... I still remember those few people.
They each returned to their ordinary lives, but occasionally they would get together, as if they were waiting for something, waiting for something to return.
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Mist world.
The new Mist Realm Mother Tree is more magical and spiritual than the previous one.
But the fog world is still the same, with the unconscious body crawling around in the trees, occasionally falling onto the gray meadow.
The vast expanse of ground is only endless gray-white, and the only thing standing upright is a tree.
One day, a door opened in the mist world.
A figure stepped out.
He came under the tree, raised his hand, and touched the trunk. The leaves swayed and there was a rustling sound, as if someone was chuckling.
The person who came was none other than Bai Yanliang.
He stayed quietly under the huge tree in the mist world.
It makes sense that he was born under this tree and now he is back here.
Bai Yanliang is still like a god in this world. He can shape everything and control everything with his thoughts.
But he just built himself a small cabin under a tree.
He is also waiting for the person who looks similar to himself, but is actually completely different.
Bai Yanliang also went back to see his former companions without them knowing.
Yu Wenxuan went to a peaceful countryside and became a Chinese teacher. He smiled more and became more sincere, only occasionally lost in thought.
Yu Sheng was confused, like a newborn, living again, watching the world curiously.
Song Que inherited the family business and has been using his family's power to search for their traces over the years.
However, in that world, their traces had long since disappeared, but Song Que still persisted, insisting that his memory was true.
But Bai Yanliang could not wait for Xu Zhifei.
She really turned into a tree, and her consciousness really completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
Another ten years.
Bai Yanliang returned to Yecheng.
At dusk, he came to the bank of the Yecheng River and saw the sparkling waves. The breeze and the setting sun stirred up the memories in his heart. The past events were as vivid as a knife.
Bai Yanliang stood leaning on the railing. Time kept moving forward, but he stopped where he was.
Twenty years ago, he almost completely lost his body, but after taking Zhou Tian and Resentful Baby to Wuji, his other body condensed and took shape under the influence of consciousness.
By some strange combination of circumstances, he actually accomplished what Zhou Tian had dreamed of doing.
But to him, it was not a blessing.
He had been to this riverside several times and met her here several times.
The river lapped at both banks, and the fine spray dispersed his thoughts. The orange-red color of dusk covered his body, casting a long shadow.
Bai Yanliang leaned against the railing for a long time, until the breeze gradually picked up and a chill came over him.
It's windy.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. In a daze, Bai Yanliang saw a white shadow beside the railing under the setting sun, leaning there quietly.
Maybe it was the wind, but the river suddenly surged.
The figure walked back and forth until it appeared in front of him.
"Go get a cup of coffee?"
she asked, still with an unskilled smile on her face.
Bai Yanliang pursed his lips and said with a smile:
"Okay, but I still want boiled water."
(Complete book)
Time has passed so long that I have forgotten how I used to think. I have also described several endings of the novel in my mind countless times, each of which seems to be full of infinite possibilities and perfection. However, when I finally put pen to paper, I knew that this was the final chapter.
See you again in one week with the new book "Thirteen Months of Death".