608: The Final Ending (Part Two)

Clear Jade Mountain Isolation World.

On the vast, gray-brown land, Lin Hui strolled quietly, walking through this territory he had blessed.

The forest stretches to the horizon, where flocks of birds and beasts roam freely.

The air after the rain seemed so clear and pure, without a single impurity.

Seventy-six billion years have passed since he built the Isolation World.

The replacement of the Wind Disaster has long been completed, and everything is peaceful and uneventful.

He now occupies a portion of the Destruction True Authority and all of the Force of Void Life. It can be said that unless the Force of Void Death is completely fused with someone else, there is no other being who can get close to him.

It's not about surpassing, it's not even close.

But at this moment, he was not as happy as he had expected.

He moved slowly forward, through dense forests and bushes, wandering aimlessly.

puff.

Suddenly, a faint, muffled sound came from ahead.

Lin Hui did not stop and continued walking straight ahead.

Before they had gone more than a hundred meters, a black-haired man dressed in farmer's clothes appeared on the messy grass ahead.

The man leaned against a large tree, looking up at the sky, seemingly peering at the sun through the gaps in the leaves.

In his hand, however, lay a rusty, blunt knife.

At this moment, while looking up at the sky, he instinctively gripped the blunt knife and slashed at his own thigh repeatedly.

puff.

Another one.

Blood splattered, and the wound, which had just reopened, was immediately pulled and healed by an invisible force. The blood that had been splattered out seemed to flow backward and return to the wound.

The moment the blade was pulled out, everything returned to normal, except for the trousers that had been cut open.

The man also saw Lin Hui, but he only glanced at him Void Hole before continuing to look up at the sky and continue to chop at his own thigh.

What would happen to an ordinary person, whose body neither grows nor decreases, who never ages nor dies, and who lives for over seven billion years?

Lin Hui had calculated it before, but had never seen it.

And now, he has seen it.

"Why are you doing this?" he stopped and asked.

"I've answered this question millions of times," the man said calmly. "Can I not answer it?"

Lin Hui stopped asking questions and continued walking into the distance through the woods to the side of the man.

His figure flickered and leaped, and in the blink of an eye, he passed through a large forest and arrived at a city on the outskirts of Clear Jade Mountain.

A vast, pure white city, with no high walls surrounding it, only neat and magnificent buildings that can be seen at a glance.

Skyscrapers, Floating Island, vehicles, pedestrians—everything is wrapped in a distorted, bizarre, and irregular design style.

The buildings are arranged in rows, with the front exuding a sci-fi, hardcore vibe, while the back instantly transforms into a pastoral courtyard style.

After a few more turns, the landscape transforms into a chaotic mix of megalithic temples, with countless styles and designs, making it a veritable hodgepodge.

The same applies to Floating Island.

The Floating Island, of varying sizes, are densely packed together, featuring a wide range of styles including science fiction, ancient times, primitive times, fantasy, and wasteland.

There were even instances where the entire island was engulfed in flames, or filled with highly toxic purple smoke.

Vehicles wobbled along the road, soaring and weaving through the air. Some crashed head-on into the ground or buildings, seemingly unconcerned about the damage. The drivers, after getting out, would sway and dangle with the owners of the buildings they had collided with. Some would laugh and dance together; others would hurl insults and fight; still others would embrace, then inexplicably fall to the ground and fast asleep.

It makes absolutely no sense.

Lin Hui walked slowly along the city streets, surrounded by passersby of all kinds.

Their clothing varied, much like the architecture itself—sci-fi, fantasy, primitive, and ordinary styles abounded. Some even went completely naked, shamelessly strolling around on the street.

Bang!

They hadn't gone far when a dark shadow suddenly plummeted overhead.

The dark figure slammed hard against the rain shelter of a small shop to Lin Hui's left, shattering the shelter and causing the figure to fall to the ground, blood spurting from its body.

It was a living, breathing person, a completely naked stranger.

Her skin was covered in blood, but she quickly stood up again. The blood returned to her body, and she became like a normal person again, dancing, twirling, and humming a song as if nothing had happened. She brushed past Lin Hui and walked away into the distance.

A tall, muscular man emerged from the shop with the smashed awning. He stood there motionless, staring at the broken awning.

"Why don't you get it fixed?" a passerby asked.

"I originally planned to come out and fix it, but when I got here, I suddenly didn't want to move," the shopkeeper replied.

"When do you plan to fix it?" the man asked again.

"Let's wait a few hundred years... there's no rush," the shopkeeper replied.

"..." Lin Hui sighed softly as he walked through the shop.

He continued to wander through the city, moving forward.

Passersby were acting erratically; some were scribbling strange patterns on the walls as if no one else was around, some were squatting on the ground eating their own excrement, and some were banging their heads against the walls, leaving them bloody and mangled, only to repeat the behavior once they recovered.

As you pass through this area, you gradually see men and women engaging in tandem or group activities on the street.

They screamed and laughed, oblivious to everyone around them.

After passing through the city, Lin Hui could no longer bear to look at it and teleported towards Clear Jade Mountain.

On the mountainside, someone squatted on the ground like a madman, counting the countless ants crawling around. After counting them, he would move to another spot to find an ant nest and repeat the process.

Some people opened their mouths and tilted them to the sky, remaining motionless, as if waiting for something to fall into their mouths.

Some people even cut off a small piece of their own thigh with a knife, put it in their mouths and eat it. The wound healed instantly, and then they repeated the process.

But the higher Lin Hui went, the more stones he saw, aside from those.

Those groups of people sitting motionless by the roadside, on the grass, in the woods, their eyes vacant.

Lin Hui arrived at the top of Clear Jade Mountain and stepped into that familiar courtyard once again.

Most of the disciples were not present; only Xia Si and Lin Yuexiu were sitting cross-legged under the Pear Tree, seemingly cultivating.

"Teacher..." The two were dressed neatly and seemed perfectly normal.

Upon discovering Lin Hui's return, they even stood up to greet him.

"You tell me... was I wrong about all of this?" Lin Hui walked to the tree, looked at the evergreen branches and leaves, and asked softly.

"We naturally understand the teacher's good intentions, but time is a long and arduous thing..." Lin Yuexiu replied. "Without a sufficiently strong heart, facing immortality will inevitably lead to distortion."

"That's what the weak are like. Because they're so weak, even if you send them to their deaths, it becomes a form of torture," Xia Si said coldly from the side.

"And what about you? How have you spent these years?" Lin Hui could actually reverse time and see everything, but he still wanted to hear his disciples' opinions firsthand.

"I started cultivating, and then I realized that I couldn't break through the bottleneck no matter what I did, so I started thinking about you every day," Lin Yuexiu replied calmly.

"I went to sleep, and then I made a model of you, teacher, to comfort myself," Xia Si replied. "... So you've been posing in cultivation postures every day for the past tens of thousands of years..." Lin Yuexiu said speechlessly.

"I feel more at ease sleeping like that; otherwise, I feel uncomfortable watching you cultivate," Xia Si replied.

Lin Hui was speechless.

Watching the two bicker, he suddenly felt a strange sense of nostalgia, as if such normal communication had become a luxury nowadays.

"Do you think we should continue like this?" He asked again after the two had exchanged a few words.

Immediately, both of them fell silent.

But Lin Hui had already found the answer in their minds.

He turned around and looked at the other disciples who were arriving one after another.

Su Yaping, Yun Xiazi, Wu Anning, Tao Xuehai, and others, as well as their descendants and disciples.

"Teacher."

"Grandmaster..."

"Metropolitan!"

Numerous voices overlapped.

At this moment, everyone's thoughts converged into one, and they reached a consensus.

"I understand." Lin Hui smiled.

From that day on, he left Clear Jade Mountain.

Time continues to flow, but everything has returned to normal.

Another thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the number of people isolated from the world by Clear Jade Mountain has decreased by 90%.

People resumed normal Propagation, and normal birth, aging, illness, and death.

The disciples of Clear Jade Mountain also grew old and died in the same way, generation after generation, no longer immortal as before.

Lin Hui, Xia Si, and Lin Yuexiu lived together for thousands of years, and the two fathered more than a dozen children for her. Eventually, their lifespans ran out, and they passed away.

His offspring continued to live with his children for over 100,000 years, until the descendants became ordinary and integrated into the lives of ordinary people, and the emotional connection they once had faded.

Then he quietly left...

In the void.

Yi and Lin Hui stood side by side, gazing at the slowly closing Clear Jade Mountain and Yi's hometown.

"When did you come out?" Lin Hui asked.

"Hundreds of millions of years earlier than you," Yi replied.

He looked at the certain aura that had completely faded from Lin Hui's body.

"For the weak, eternity is a form of torture."

Lin Hui didn't speak; he remained silent.

"Shall we play a game of chess?" Yi asked.

Lin Hui raised his hand and flicked it lightly.

Suddenly, a large area of blue wind Wind Energy appeared out of thin air in the distance.

The Nine Heavens Gate was released once more, Seven Extinctions and Black Elder slowly awoke from the chaos.

The Wind Disaster Energy on them also faded away quickly as the Wind Disaster was completely replaced by Wind Energy, transforming into pure Wind Energy.

"Come here." Lin Hui flew closer to the Nine Heavens Gate.

Yi glanced back at his hometown, reached out and shrunk it, taking it into his pupil, then followed Lin Hui and flew towards the Nine Heavens Gate.

"What kind of chess are you talking about?" Lin Hui's voice came from behind.

"I have two chess games to choose from: the Sentient Beings Chess and the Myriad Things Chess. Which one do you choose?" Yi Pingjing asked.