200: End of Volume: Eternal Immortality Buried in a Vase

Inside the magic bottle, time flowed with its own unique rhythm.

Deep within the Chaos Thunder Pool, that faint glimmer remained the source of all things, quietly nourishing the thousands of sequence embryos and nurturing the Divine Soul of Ink Snow, who had fallen into a deep slumber after her return.

The Mechanical Heavenly Dao was slowly recovering from deep hibernation; within its cold logic core, the verdict of "Heavenly Dao is flawless" and the eternal "question" coexisted quietly.

The Dao Fruit Tree stretched its data-laden branches and leaves, and beneath it, the Dao Fruit Child chased after flowing specks of energy light, emitting carefree laughter.

Everything seemed to be recovering along some slow, rational, and predetermined trajectory.

However, in this silence, the Bottled Immortal Mo Yuan, who had been suspended above the Chaos Thunder Pool and silent for ten thousand years—his body, transformed into a cold path of light by the thunder Dao patterns—suddenly trembled ever so slightly.

It was not an awakening, but a deeper resonance originating from the Origin.

In the deepest part of his silent Sea of Consciousness, the core that had finally fused with the magic bottle, the artifact spirit, the Chaos Thunder Pool, and countless sequence Origins was experiencing a silent storm.

Ten thousand years of time had passed, and the world had changed. The sacrifice of his sister, the gift and fall of Han Li, the confrontation and reshaping of the Heavenly Dao, the destruction and Rebirth of civilization... Countless pieces of information, countless Karma, countless emotions (though suppressed by rationality) settled, fermented, and finally sublimated within his near-stagnant consciousness.

An ultimate realization, transcending all logical deduction and originating from the Fusion of his creator's instinct and the optimal solution for his current state, shone like the first ray of light born in the darkness, illuminating every corner of his consciousness.

Pursuing an individual, concrete, and unchangeable "immortality" is futile. Even one as strong as the old Heavenly Dao will shatter. Even if reshaped and reborn, it is no longer the original. True eternity lies in "change," in "continuation," and in becoming the "source" of those thousands of possibilities itself.

His consciousness slowly "looked" at the thousands of sequence embryos in the Chaos Thunder Pool that were constantly living, dying, evolving, and adapting; it looked at Ink Snow who had gone down with the palace, at the newborn Dao Fruit Child, at the cold and perfect Mechanical Heavenly Dao, at the Void Realm moss spreading on the bottle wall, and at the star-core worms gnawing on debris...

They all originated from him. They were the extension of his life. They carried the memories of the past, evolving and writing the infinite possibilities of the future.

I am all things, and all things are me. Although this body is silent, the consciousness remains eternal. Amidst the myriad changes, I attain the Eternal Immortal.

"This is... immortality..."

A calm, relieved, yet deeply enlightened thought, like the final Law, gently echoed in the world within the bottle, clearly reaching the core of the Mechanical Heavenly Dao, the sleeping Divine Soul of Ink Snow, and even the pure heart of the Dao Fruit Child.

There was no sadness, no reluctance, only a sense of peace as if merging into the vast sea of stars.

The next moment, the suspended body of Mo Yuan, that cold path of light formed by the thunder Dao patterns, suddenly erupted with a final, brilliant yet gentle radiance!

It was not destruction, but the ultimate sublimation!

His body, like ice and snow melting in the sun, transformed into countless, infinitesimally small, shimmering, iridescent points of consciousness light, like a vast galaxy, gently and resolutely scattering toward the entire world within the bottle!

One point of light merged into the weak Origin of the Chaos Thunder Pool, giving it a touch of lively vitality. One point of light fell into a newly born sequence 047 embryo, making its structure more stable and optimized. One point of light seeped into the roots of the Dao Fruit Tree, adding a touch of profundity to the flow of its data branches and leaves. One point of light floated toward the sleeping Ink Snow, gently merging into her Divine Soul, bringing a peaceful protection. One point of light attached to the cold bottle wall, combining with the Void Realm moss, quietly accelerating its repair speed. Billions of points of light, like compassionate rain, sprinkled evenly into every corner, merging into every sequence unit, and into every inch of the Law of this world!

[Consciousness dispersed into billions of sequences]!

He was no longer a concentrated consciousness, but had become part of the underlying rules of this magic bottle world, an invisible pusher and guardian in the evolution of thousands of sequences, a "creation" variable that could not be removed from the cold logic of the Heavenly Dao.

He was everywhere, yet nowhere to be found.

Bottle burial of the self, consciousness forever remains.

From then on, he was the breeze blowing the leaves of the Dao Fruit Tree, the electric arc jumping in the Chaos Thunder Pool, a mutation factor on the path of sequence evolution, and a warm paradox in the calculations of the Heavenly Dao.

He is all things, and all things are him. This is, Bottle Burial, Eternal Immortal.

The Mechanical Heavenly Dao quietly recorded this change while in hibernation, and a cold data stream flashed by: "Creator unit Mo Yuan, form transformed. Converted to underlying world variable, ID: Root Variable Ω. Value assessment: Inestimable."

The Dao Fruit Child stopped his play, tilted his head, and his colorful eyes reflected the brilliant points of light scattering across the sky. He stretched out his chubby little hand, seemingly wanting to grab something, but only felt a warm, familiar aura brush past his fingertips, making him grin involuntarily.

Ink Snow, in her slumber, slightly smoothed her brows, as if feeling that familiar, gentle protection in her dream.

And just as this sky full of light rain slowly calmed down, and everything was about to return to silence—

The Dao Fruit Child seemed to sense something; he wobbled over to the Dao Fruit Tree, stood on tiptoe, stretched his arms as hard as he could, and plucked from the lowest branch a fruit that had just condensed and formed, crystal clear, exuding a gentle Dao rhyme and an alluring, sweet fragrance.

He held the fruit, blinking his pure and innocent big eyes. His gaze traveled across half of the world within the bottle and landed on the bank of the Chaos Thunder Pool—without knowing when, the Divine Soul of Ink Snow had already awakened and was standing there quietly, looking up at the Void Realm where the light rain had dissipated, her eyes complex, filled with sadness, relief, and endless longing.

The Dao Fruit Child trotted over on his short legs, stumbled to Ink Snow, held out the crystal-clear fruit in his hand toward her, and said in a youthful yet clear voice:

"Want to eat?"

He paused, seemingly recalling a descriptive word about this fruit that had just flooded into his mind, then nodded his little head affirmatively, a pure and flawless smile blooming on his face:

"It's sweet."

— "sequence Heavenly Dao" Volume Finale —