The Final Day (14)

"You really did plant that foreshadowing a long time ago." The Black Heaven Hall Master slowly revealed himself.

Nyarlathotep, who had already completed the parasitization, felt no surprise at his appearance. He simply did not possess such a thing as doubt.

"Actually, I planted plenty of seeds in the main world. This was merely one of them." Nyarlathotep did not deny it. As a messenger, he was not rejected by Azathoth's power, and thus held the greatest advantage.

It was precisely because of this that Lin Tong had been able to make his way here under Nyarlathotep's protection. Of course, this was also the result of the other entities deliberately letting him pass, since none of them knew where the Final Blueprint was.

The inside of Azathoth could practically be called another world: bizarre spacetime structures, chaotic surroundings, ever-changing laws governing all things, and a bit of Azathoth's grumpiness after waking up, ahem... In short, it was no easy task for them to find the Final Blueprint.

So they needed someone to lead the way. Lin Tong, clearly abnormal yet not particularly strong, had thus been intentionally or unintentionally spared by every entity and led all the way here. Naturally, Nyarlathotep had cooperated especially well with this arrangement, because it further increased his advantage.

At this moment, Azathoth's reabsorption of the multiversal substrate was nearing its end. Once all the substrate had been reclaimed, Azathoth—the blind, idiot lord of all things, operating entirely on instinct—would unfold the multiverse according to the current Final Blueprint.

At that point, the multiverse itself would not change. At most, the great entities governing the laws of cosmic operation would be replaced by a new batch. Thus, they had little time left, though time itself was chaotic here as well.

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