Chapter 446 Final Chapter
Time is too short to say goodbye.

The withering of the mother tree of the fog world, the entanglement between Zhou Tian and the resentful infant, and the collapse of the world are all happening at the same time.

Bai Yanliang looked at Xu Zhifei, then at Zhou Tian, ​​who was gradually merging with the resentful infant and turning into pure malice.

"See you if we're destined to be together."

He smiled at Xu Zhifei.

The corners of Xu Zhifei's mouth twitched, and he smiled just like before.

But in the end, she showed a fairly sweet smile.

"Ah."

Two people with almost the same fate made almost exactly the same choices at this moment.

The survivors of Ye City could not see what was happening in the howling wind in the sky, nor could they see the two people clearly.

As for Wu Ji’s former companions, they seemed to sense something and raised their heads to look at the sky amid the shaking ground.

Xu Zhifei closed her eyes, and all the power of the fog world was now under her control.

Her body quickly twisted and deformed, her skin became mottled, her limbs became slender, and her face became blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mother tree of the fog world is dying.

But a new, self-aware tree is being born.

Xu Zhifei could still perceive this 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 valley, and the suffering and struggle in the end of the world.

Bai Yanren is right and wrong.

For life, only when it has self-awareness can it be considered truly alive.

Therefore, Baiyan believes 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 sometimes do incredible things.

It seems that there is something that can transcend one's own existence.

Bai Yanren believes that it is impossible for people to give up self-awareness.

However, throughout the evolution of human civilization, there are countless people who continue to move forward despite knowing that they will die, disappear and cease to exist.

Because, true living is never about holding on to an eternal self, but quietly watching everything take its course.

Instead, at a certain moment, we live our lives to the fullest, leaving everything for future generations to inherit.

Life is a long river that never stops flowing; it is never a stagnant pool of water that never increases or decreases or flows.

Zhou Tian chose stagnant water, while Bai Yanliang and Xu Zhifei chose the long river.

Perhaps their self-consciousness will disappear at this moment, but the winding and majestic river will always flow.

At least at this moment, the survivors of Ye City saw it.

A huge human-shaped shadow turned into a golden tree.

The golden color emitted by the tree was not dazzling, but rather very soft.

Its roots penetrated into the earth, its branches and leaves stretched out to the boundless space, and the trembling and collapse of heaven and earth came to an abrupt end.

But at this moment, a shrill scream resounded throughout the universe.

Zhou Tian and his child, the baby who had long since turned into a resentful baby, merged into one, and had become a huge flesh and blood monster that almost occupied a corner of the sky.

It's like a ball of dumpling stuffing that's been chopped into pieces but not yet broken.

Bai Yanliang looked at the bloody 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, also known as Bai Yanren. He is a creature created by Zhou Tian and Meng Zhen, and also a child raised by the human world.

Whoever he was, at this moment, he had a pure, human heart.

Bai Yanren's will was activated, and all the remaining consciousness was focused.

The Wu Ji Gate... is open.

Bai Yanliang stood out of thin air in front of the bloody monster that Zhou Tian had transformed into. Behind him was a door. Blood and energy were surging inside the door, as if it were a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses.

There was no conversation, no goodbyes.

The Wu Ji 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.

----

Unknowingly, ten years had passed since Xu Zhifei turned into the mother tree of the Mist Realm and Bai Yanliang brought Zhou Tian and the resentful baby monster into the gate of Mist Collection.

The human world seemed to be revised by some invisible rules. Everyone knew that a great disaster had occurred ten years ago.

Landslides, ground fissures, strong winds, tsunamis, it seemed as if the end of the world was coming, but... at a certain moment, all these phenomena disappeared completely in an instant.

In their memory, there was no strange phenomenon. The only abnormal thing was that the disaster disappeared too suddenly.

Yes, humans are not aware of this. There is an essential conflict between the material world and the world of consciousness, and this degree of "correction" is beyond human power to resist.

But... there were also some surprises.

For example, some people still have the mark of a key on their palms.

Song Que, Yu Wenxuan, Yu Sheng... I still remember those few people.

They each returned to their ordinary lives, but would occasionally get together, as if they were waiting for something, waiting for something to return.

----

Mist world.

The new mother tree of the fog world is more magical and spiritual than the previous one.

But the fog world remained the same, with unconscious remnants crawling around in the trees and occasionally falling onto the gray meadow.

The vast land was nothing but an endless expanse of gray-white, and the only thing standing tall was a tree.

One day, a door opened in the fog world.

A figure stepped out.

He came under the tree, raised his hand and touched the trunk. The leaves shook and there was a rustling sound, as if someone was chuckling.

The person who came was Bai Yanliang.

He stayed quietly under the huge tree in the fog world.

It made sense that he was born under this tree and now he is back here.

In this world, Bai Yanliang is still like a god. He can shape and call upon everything with his thoughts.

But he just built himself a little cabin under a tree.

He was also waiting, waiting for someone who looked very similar to him but was actually completely different.

Bai Yanliang also went back to see his former companions without their knowledge.

Yu Wenxuan went to a quiet countryside and became a Chinese teacher. He smiled more often and more sincerely, but he was absent-minded occasionally.

Yu Sheng was confused and dazed, like a newborn baby, living a new life, watching the world with curiosity.

Song Que inherited the family business and has been using his family's power to look for their traces over the years.

However, in that world, their traces had long since disappeared, but Song Que still insisted that his memories were true.

But Bai Yanliang didn't wait for Xu Zhifei.

She really turned into a tree, and her consciousness really completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Another ten years.

Bai Yanliang returned to Yecheng.

At dusk, he came to the bank of the Yecheng River. The sparkling waves, the breeze and the setting sun stirred up the memories in his heart. The past was as sharp as a knife, vivid in his mind.

Bai Yanliang stood by the railing. Time kept moving forward, but he stopped where he was.

Twenty years ago, he almost completely lost his physical body, but after taking Zhou Tian and the resentful infant to Wu Ji, his other body condensed into shape under the influence of consciousness.

By accident, he accomplished what Zhou Tian had always dreamed of.

But for him, it was not a blessing.

He had been to this riverside several times and met her here several times.

The river water lapped against both banks, and the tiny splashes of water washed away his thoughts. The orange-red color of the dusk draped over him, casting a long shadow.

Bai Yanliang leaned against the railing for a long time, until a breeze started to rise and a cool feeling came over him.

It's windy.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. In a trance, Bai Yanliang saw a white shadow leaning quietly beside the railing in the sunset.

Perhaps it was the wind that caused the river to suddenly become turbulent.

The figure walked closer until it appeared clearly in front of him.

"Go get some coffee?"

She asked, still with that unpracticed smile on her face.

Bai Yanliang pursed his lips and smiled:

"Okay, but I still want plain water."

(End of the book)

It has been so long that I have forgotten what I used to think. I have imagined several different endings of the novel in my mind countless times, and each one seemed to be full of infinite possibilities and perfection. However, when I finally put pen to paper, I knew that this was the end.

See you in a week with my new book “The Lost Thirteenth Month”.