It’s a shame to say that although Baihen is special in all aspects, in a sense, he is actually just in the same realm as Aizen, but the world in his eyes is much simpler than the world in Aizen’s eyes, and closer to the essence of the world.

Because he is closer to the essence, Baihen can easily change the world in all kinds of seemingly incredible forms, and realize his ideas in ways that do not seem reasonable at first glance, and even more nonsense when you think about it carefully, forcing Yog-Sothoth, who is theoretically above him, to follow his rhythm throughout the whole process and make a series of arrangements with Baihen as the highest priority.

The black and white that make up the world stagnated in Bai Hen’s eyes, and the multiverse seemed to have stopped working at this moment.

Yin and Yang represent two opposite and complementary forces and attributes in the universe. They are both contradictory and unified, and together constitute the essence of things. This relationship of opposition and unity is one of the most basic laws in the universe.

The opposition of yin and yang is manifested in the difference and struggle between them, such as the opposition in natural and social phenomena such as day and night, cold and heat, men and women. This opposition is the driving force for the development and change of things; the unity of yin and yang is reflected in their mutual dependence and interaction. Yin and yang cannot exist alone, and the existence of one is premised on the existence of the other.

The White Mark has its roots in Yin, which symbolizes half of the multiverse, and what exists with Yin must be Yang.

The static black and white world began to flow again with Bai Hen’s will. Black and white reached a wonderful balance in the dynamic movement. Disorder and chaos did not exist in the seemingly messy black and white. The beauty of rules ran through it all the time.

Then the black and white colors changed again. The sudden surge of pitch-black color swallowed up all the pure white, leaving only endless darkness in the world.

Then the light began to grow, and white spots of light dotted the pure black curtain like stars, swallowing up the darkness bit by bit, leaving behind a pure white world.

“Finally it’s done, this ‘world’ belongs to me.” Bai Hen looked at the pure white world in front of him with a satisfied smile on his face.

The rise and fall of yin and yang are relative, one rises while the other falls, but overall they maintain a dynamic equilibrium. Under certain conditions, yin and yang can transform into each other. This transformation usually occurs when things develop to the extreme, that is, “things go to the extreme and then turn into the opposite.”

The transformation of yin and yang is the inevitable law of the development of things, the root of the world’s diversity, and the essence of the constant change and development of all things in the universe.

Bai Hen, who symbolizes the concept of “Yin”, naturally has the qualifications to point to “Yang”, the force that stands opposite to it. Now, Bai Hen has finally succeeded in completing the transformation of “Yin and Yang” while maintaining his own personality.

This is also the “human harmony” that Baihen has been waiting for after learning of the existence of Azathoth.

Between yin and yang, the place where “yin” and “yang” meet is extremely chaotic. The original chaos Azathoth is the product of the distortion and embodiment of this concept.

Yog-Sothoth’s efforts cleared all obstacles for the White Scar to reach Azathoth, and brought what He believed to be the answer to the White Scar. This is the “geographical advantage”.

What was lacking at the end was the right time. Bai Hen didn’t need to look for it – it had always been there.

Chapter 318 Final Chapter

“The Day of Judgment has arrived, this is the ultimate time!” The black and white colors that make up chaos intertwined here, opening a passage for Baihen to where Azathoth was.

“I’ll be back soon. How about having barbecue tonight?” Bai Hen placed the teacup in his hand on the small table beside him, stood up and said to Kikyo.

“Okay, I’ll go prepare the ingredients for tonight’s barbecue and come back early.” Kikyo also stood up and gently tidied up Bai Hen’s clothes, then stood on tiptoes and gave Bai Hen a kiss of blessing.

“Of course, I am the strongest!” Bai Hen accepted Kikyo’s blessing and said confidently.

“Yes, you have always been the strongest since I met you!” Kikyo once worried about Bai Hen’s safety. That was when the story of the Four Souls Jade had just ended and Bai Hen was captured by the Holy Lord and brought back to Jackie Chan Adventures.

Since then, Bai Hen has officially embarked on the road to invincibility, and has never let Kikyo feel the emotion of uneasiness again, not before, not today, and not in the future.

“If you find any delicious and precious ingredients, bring them back and we can grill them together in the evening.” Ying also waved goodbye to Bai Hen very calmly, not worrying about him at all. After all, Bai Hen would suddenly leave from time to time over the years, and would always return home on time before dinner, never being late. His sensitivity to mealtimes was really reassuring.

Bai Hen waved his hand, stepped into the chaotic passage that existed only in his eyes, and stepped towards the end of this stage of his journey.

“Has it finally begun? I hope that the only gamble in my life will be successful.” He has already sent out all of his power from Azathoth. Now the only thing he can do is to wait quietly for the end to come.

The black and white energies flowed through Baihen’s body, and the road to the place where Azathoth, who was sleeping deep in the multiverse, was unobstructed. Yog-Sothoth fulfilled all of His promises and used all of Himself to clear all obstacles for Baihen. The only few fish that escaped the net in the Cthulhu pantheon were the musicians who often accompanied Azathoth and played lullabies for Him.

Before Bai Hen could reach the dimension where Azathoth was, the ugly and harsh music penetrated the dimension of the world and entered Bai Hen’s ears, making him frown.

“What an unpleasant noise, it’s so annoying.” Bai Hen raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly. In an instant, those musicians who had been playing the brain-piercing magic music endlessly since Azathoth fell asleep, disappeared into nothingness and returned to the arms of Azathoth.

The lullaby that had been echoing in his ears for years suddenly stopped, and the Cthulhu gods that were spontaneously born when he fell into sleep disappeared without a trace, and even the power that was distributed almost disappeared completely. Even if it was only instinct, Azathoth, who realized that something seemed wrong, finally showed signs of awakening.

Azathoth’s dreams have long been closely connected with the multiverse. His awakening means the destruction of the dream. Countless worlds in the multiverse began to experience turmoil of varying sizes one after another along with the signs of Azathoth’s awakening.

“Shh – it’s time to remain silent at the moment of trial.” Bai Hen was still walking slowly forward, and the world returned to stability with his invisible footsteps.

The turmoil gradually subsided, the heavens returned to silence, and a clear boundary appeared in the place where dreams and reality intertwined. The dream of Azathoth, which had been blended with reality for countless epochs, was successfully stripped away by Bai Hen who keenly captured the opportunity at the delicate moment when He was about to wake up.

“It’s a good dream, but it’s not that good. It still needs some fine-tuning.” The dream that was separated from reality was temporarily fixed by Bai Hen at the outermost layer of the real world. After stopping the turbulence and continued separation of the dream, it was preserved in a form that was about to be broken.

When Bai Hen saved Azathoth’s dream, he finally followed the passage that led directly to Azathoth and entered the dimension occupied and polluted by Azathoth. He witnessed the figure of the original chaos for the first time.

“What a disgusting and ugly posture.” Bai Hen made such a disdainful comment towards the Original Chaos.

Just because he is the incarnation of chaos, does that mean his posture is full of rules and his every move is the truth of this world? Bai Hen is not that blind.

The chaos represented by Azathoth is not the chaos that Baihen needs. To Baihen, the existence of Azathoth is nothing more than a pile of hazardous waste that can barely be recycled.

Yog-Sothoth arranged a path for Baihen to annex Azathoth based on his own understanding. At the beginning, it was impossible for Baihen to even create a new folder. It was a plan that was too disgusting to even put in the Recycle Bin.

Disassemble, differentiate, return everything of Azathoth to chaos and nothingness, and then rebuild his own rules based on the most primitive rules, turning chaos into his own color, this is what Bai Hen intends to do.

The former is in progress. Bai Hen, who has already walked to the side of Azathoth, has to do is to ask Azathoth, who has finally woken up, to return to eternal sleep and let his existence completely disappear from the world; the latter is a plan for the future. Under non-spontaneous circumstances, shaping chaos into the shape that one wants to see will be the subject that Bai Hen will use to pass the time in the next stage.

“Everything is ready. Now, wake up.” Bai Hen’s whisper was like angry thunder, echoing in Azathoth’s consciousness, drastically shortening His originally long awakening time. In an instant, He crossed endless time and arrived at the end that would have brought the end to the multiverse.

A deafening roar emanated from the mouth of the awakened Azathoth. Although it was meaningless, the primitive power and chaotic thoughts contained in it echoed in every corner of the universe like disordered notes.

The roar of Azathoth is meaningless, but the existence of Azathoth itself gives this sound great power. It is no longer a simple hiss, but Azathoth’s call to the chaotic and disordered origin of the world, and an ode to the origin of all things.

This meaningless roar seems to be telling the vastness and depth of the universe, the origin and end of life, the flow and eternity of time. In this roar, people seem to be able to hear the breathing of the universe, feel the interweaving of chaos and order, and the endless cycle of life.

If there is anything regrettable, it is that the only audience member who can hear Azathoth’s roar with his own ears is Bai Hen, and not only is Bai Hen not interested in Azathoth’s roar at all, but he also appears here to gamble forever on this useless and redundant giant mouth of the abyss.

Pitch-black and pure white spots began to appear simultaneously on Azathoth’s immeasurable body. Then, with those spots as the core, the interwoven lines of black and white connected those seemingly disordered spots together. The complex pattern composed of only black and white instantly became the only decoration on Azathoth’s body.

The largest, most complicated, and most powerful ritual array ever created by Baihen was revealed on the body of Azathoth in this special dimension.

Azathoth instinctively sensed a hint of danger. The blind and foolish primordial chaos followed his primitive instinct and began to cleanse the ritual array on his body, but he turned a blind eye to Baihen who was swaggering aside and preparing for the next stage of the ritual.

Azathoth’s instinctive resistance, based solely on his sense of crisis, was ultimately futile. He was unable to think rationally to find a way out of the impasse. All of his actions had already been observed by Bai Hen’s Dharma Eye, and nothing was left out.

In Azathoth’s futile struggle, the ritual of tracing it back to its original state completed all the preludes in an orderly manner. The entire dimension was transformed into the most primitive colors under the power of Baihen. The only two existences in the world that still had their own colors were Baihen and Azathoth.

“The cell has been built, and now it’s our turn.” Everything is ready, the final stage has been set up, and now it’s time for Azathoth to give his final closing performance.

“Day 1, deprivation of speech.”

The horrifying wail that shook the universe and emanated from Azathoth’s mouth came to an end here. Being forced to perform pantomime made Azathoth fall into deeper madness. Silence was Azathoth tonight.

“The second day, deprive the instinct.”

Azathoth’s tentacles, which were waving around instinctively, fell silent at this moment. Under the influence of the ritual array composed of black and white colors covering the surface of his body, his body gradually shrank into a huge sphere.

“On the third day, deprive the calendar.”

The concept of time was taken away from Azathoth. Although the original concept of time and space was not something worth caring about for Azathoth, in this dimension that has now been completely controlled by Baihen, his connection with the world has been further severed.

“Day 4: Deprivation of Value.”

His innate identity as the primordial chaos was thus stripped away, and the foundation of Azathoth’s existence began to shake.

“Day 5, deprivation of rules.”

Azathoth’s connection with the world was further severed, and having lost his originally useless resistance, he fell into deeper despair, even though the concept of despair did not exist in his consciousness.

“The sixth day, deprivation of the original.”

Birth is a necessary experience for the emergence of any life. It may be ten months in the mother’s womb, it may be breaking through the ground, it may be a tiny bit of redundant data generated by the collision between codes, or it may be conceived by heaven and earth.

The birth and origin of Azathoth are no longer traceable, but this does not prevent Baihen from erasing the origin of Azathoth’s birth, turning His existence into an endless expanse of water, completely losing its foundation.

“The seventh day, deprivation of reality.”

Finally, the existence of Azathoth itself was denied by the White Scar.

“Yin and yang are transformed into each other, and pure and turbid are separated by themselves.”

The existence named Azathoth collapsed, and the original chaos gushed out from the body of the existence once named Azathoth. The unseparated chaos hit the dimensional barrier built by Baihen and was transformed into yin and yang energies.

“It’s done, time to call it a day!” Bai Hen clapped his hands and looked at this empty special dimension with satisfaction, where he was the only one left.

It’s just a matter of dealing with a brainless idiot. If Bai Hen needs to fight hard for this, then all his hard work in the past few years would have been in vain.

Although after dealing with Azathoth, the endless chaos legacy he left behind still required Baihen to spend a lot of time to deal with, but what does this have to do with Baihen now?

Although it seems that not much effort was expended today, Bai Hen was still exhausted. When a work is completed, it should not be followed by more work, but rest. Bai Hen would never let such a cruel thing as overtime happen to himself.

As the saying goes, do today’s work today, and do it tomorrow after get off work. For Bai Hen, meal time is the time to get off work. What has Bai Hen worked so hard for so many years? Isn’t it to enjoy yourself!

It was almost time for dinner. Although Sakura asked her to bring some precious ingredients back, Azathoth barely met the definition of precious ingredients. However, not to mention that Baihen could not accept eating such a thing physiologically. Even if he wanted to eat it, Azathoth did not save anything edible – except for some insignificant little things such as time, rules, and origin that were stripped from him.

So Bai Hen planned to take a longer route on the way back and search for some food along the way. After all, he had done something insignificant, and he should reward himself even if no one knew about it.

“Slime… Although it can’t be used to make barbecue, it would be too greasy to eat barbecue alone. It’s just right to catch it and make smoothies.” Bai Hen was passing by a certain world on his way back to the city. He accidentally noticed a huge piece of slime in this world. It looked crystal clear and duangduang, and it was obviously a good material for making smoothies.

“What a big fruit! Take it back and squeeze it into juice and make it into smoothies.” Bai Hen, who was passing by another world, suddenly had his eyes light up. He stretched out his hand and picked the fruit that was being fought over by a group of people in that world. While satisfying himself, he made a huge contribution to world peace.

“Let me see what else I have… ice, this ice should taste good, take it away, take it away. This water looks okay, take it away, take it away. In short, take it all away.” Bai Hen returned all the way, searching along the way. The distance to home, which was only one step away, made him travel dozens of more worlds.

“That’s about it. If you want to eat more in the future, just come out and search again.” Although theoretically, Bai Hen can freely create all the ingredients he wants through the yin and yang energies, how can this be as enjoyable as searching on the spot?

“I’m back, look what delicious food I brought you!”

(End of the book)

Final remarks

It was a bumpy ride along the way, but I finally finished writing a million words.

A million words. When I started writing the book, I never thought I could really write so much. Although there were many problems in the middle, it was finally completed smoothly in the end. The book finally had a relatively satisfactory ending.

As the first official book by a new author, I made many mistakes and took many detours when writing this book. Sometimes the plot progressed too fast, sometimes the characters were not portrayed deeply enough, and sometimes I fell into creative confusion and could not write a few words even after sitting for half a day.

Thanks to all the readers who support this book. It is your presence that allowed me to persevere during the most confused period and gave this book a happy ending. I would also like to thank the friends who gave me valuable suggestions. It is you who made me see my own shortcomings and helped me to clarify my direction.

Completing this book has also brought me a lot of valuable writing experience, and these experiences will definitely be used next time!

I believe that in the days to come, I will carry with me the experience and lessons learned from this work, and move forward more firmly and confidently on the road of creation.

This book is my beginning, but not my end. Thank you for your company and support along the way. Let us look forward to the next story. See you!