mousepad-d2 Chapter 547 A Long Wind Brings Light to the Land
Chapter 547 A Long Wind Brings Light to the Land
Chapter 547 A Long Wind Brings Light (A long chapter of 5000 words, the climax of this volume begins)
(This chapter title is dedicated to the 32nd chapter of Volume 6 of "The Great Sage's Tale," titled "A Long Wind Breaks Through the Green Vine," published 12 years ago, and to my childhood, which, though slightly regrettable, was still happy.)
Imagine that such a book exists.
It encompasses everything that is happening, everything that has already happened, and everything that will eventually happen.
It encompasses everything in the world.
This book is incredibly heavy, covered in leather, and the leather comes from a beast that never existed.
The only one who had ever read this book was a pair of blind eyes. Apart from the book in their hands, their eyes saw only the vast darkness.
This book is the universe, and only the blind man witnessed how the universe transformed into infinite stories... Perhaps only he had read all the stories shaped by the universe.
It was chained to him. Perhaps to protect the book, or to prevent its blind owner from escaping, or perhaps to reveal destiny... it was originally one with the book.
He neither knew nor could he tell others.
Destiny bears the weight of the universe.
Fate will also find itself in this book...
Although it is not common, it is not impossible for it to happen.
After all, fate exists in the universe in its own way.
At that moment, he turned a page and read about himself.
In the book, he is strolling along the veranda...
"I am destiny from the Endless Family. Here, my sister, I stand in my gallery, calling to you."
Fate saw himself appear on the pages of the book, standing before a portrait in the corridor, and before him was a portrait of death, painted by an artist named Vincent.
"I am calling to you, my sister, though I do not know why."
Then fate saw death emerge from the painting in a mist... like the cold, hazy vapor of a winter night.
Death is seen through the hazy twilight, in a damp dream.
You can find the explanation by reading further.
"You know I can't..."
"Just kidding. You know I always say that."
Death circled around her fate; she held up her parasol, her feet off the ground, fluttering and beautiful like a spirit of the night.
Fate held the pages of the book, and he turned to the next page.
Then he indeed saw why he was there.
"Fate has brought death," said Death.
"The Batman in that universe changed fate and brought death upon himself."
Fate, seeing itself reflected on the page, said, "He broke free from the fate woven by Barbatos."
"Understood," said Death.
In the cracks of the dark multiverse.
This is a world that Barbatos has devoured into an empty shell. Barbatos failed in his duty; instead of destroying these worlds, he ate them.
The energy that constitutes these universes was swallowed by Barbatos and did not return to the cosmic furnace.
All the dead creatures in these universes—all the rebels, the surrenderers, the supplicants, the innocent—now wander this empty shell of a world. Although they can be simply called ghosts, they are actually just a group of monsters that are neither alive nor dead.
Therefore, the word "residue" might be more suitable for them.
It's not just this empty shell of a universe.
In the Dark Multiverse, there are countless empty shells like these, as numerous as hairs on a cow. They are all the evil consequences of Barbatos' usurpation of the authority of the World Maker.
Such remnants have long lost their complete consciousness; even the power that sustains their existence comes from the residual power of Barbatos, like the nuclear radiation left behind after a nuclear explosion.
They could only wail in pain, and many others no longer even had the strength to wail.
They should have remained in the status quo forever, until the final "nuclear radiation" was exhausted, or until Barbatos perished, releasing the energy he had swallowed, which would then carry their souls back to the world's furnace, reshaping it into a new world.
Besides that, all they can do is wail and wail.
But now... things are different.
Something happened.
The entire Dark Multiverse was trembling at a certain frequency.
Boom!
It felt like a heavy hammer striking something hard.
A slag mound raised its head, gazing blankly at the horizon.
On the hazy horizon, a beam of white light appeared, followed by a dense network of cracks resembling a spiderweb.
Boom!
The next moment, spiderweb-like cracks began to spread throughout the world, followed by a series of loud cracking sounds, and then the sound of the empty universe collapsing.
The bewildered scum finally realized what had happened.
They looked up in disbelief, then stared at each other, an action that gave them the illusion that they were still conscious.
They howled instinctively, but the howls sounded more ecstatic than before, almost like an illusion.
A scumbag looked up at the sky and howled, and as he howled, a black liquid that looked like tears began to flow from what appeared to be his eyes.
Those are the blood and tears of the scum. If you look closely at the scum's face, you'll think it looks a lot like Bruce Wayne...
Of course, it's a version from some dark multiverse, from some inferior, incomplete, and inherently weak world. He once had Alfred, Nightwing, his own Justice League, and love, but all of that has long since vanished.
In his world, although he is called Batman and he and his companions lift up the world on their shoulders, a single speck of dust from history falling on him becomes an insurmountable mountain.
He failed, and then lost everything... and who among those scum who wailed along with him wasn't?
They have been trapped on the border between life and death for many years. They have been forgotten by everyone. No one will remember those ordinary people who have been submerged in the tide of history. They are just superheroes to their family and friends, but ants under the wheels of time.
For countless ages, no one has been able to defy or reverse Barbatos's fate, but today...
The time has come.
The scum raised its head.
Above him was a deep darkness, the realm of death. For a long time, these remnants had been on the verge of neither life nor death, but as the empty universe that contained their bodies completely disintegrated, they finally took a big step toward death.
But that's not enough.
not enough.
They cannot yet embrace death; on their deathbed, they still have unfulfilled wishes.
All those years of resentment and resentment were like thinking you had crossed a narrow bridge with thousands of troops, only to find a thick, pathetic, and insurmountable barrier, and then crashing into it until you were bloodied and battered.
Heroes of countless dark multiverses, all those who are dead—
We still have unfulfilled wishes!
What a magnificent sight! Endless debris rushes into the realm of death, passing through it, yet resolutely departing, then gathering together and traversing mountains and rivers—
Returning to the world once again!
Chen Tao felt a hand on his shoulder, then vanish in an instant, followed by another hand, and another, and another.
Those remnants of the Dark Multiverse were nothing but empty shells. Whether it was flesh or soul, they had been completely devoured by Barbatos. The power they could provide to Chen Tao was less than one-thousandth of that of an ordinary adult, and could not even be sustained for one-thousandth of a millisecond.
But in a dimension unseen by human eyes, they desperately surged toward reality, reaching out one after another to gather Chen Tao in the center, like the ancient Mayans worshipping their gods.
How fortunate we are to have crossed mountains and rivers to gently place my hand on your shoulder.
"What is this thing?" The anti-surveillance agent cursed Barbatos in his mind.
He had already projected enough power, almost to the limit that the puppet could withstand, but it could still barely hold its own against the enormous force of the collision between the two universes.
As time goes by, the inertia from the cosmic collision gradually weakens, and he will surely win in the end, but now...
Someone placed the last straw on the camel that was about to be bent over.
The power of the dregs is too weak, so weak that it can be almost ignored. They are ultimately just straw, common, replaceable, and merely consumables.
But at this moment, it became a straw to break the camel's back...
It's like a mockery of fate, yet also like a mercy from fate.
Boo!
The counter-surveillance activists can no longer back down.
A crack suddenly appeared in the space behind him.
It was a tiny rift between the Dark Multiverse and the Light Multiverse, which he personally tore open in order to banish Superman Supreme.
At this moment, the entire universe of the Night Owl was like a water droplet clinging to a mirror, viciously covering the entire gap.
This tiny gap, barely enough for one or two powerful individuals to pass through, is already so close that it appears directly within the universe, the anti-monitor...
Beside him.
"How did you find this gap so accurately...?" Then the counter-surveillance agent realized.
It's a purple light ring.
Using that ring, Batman monitored the exact location where Superman Supreme disappeared after losing contact.
But all of this has lost its meaning.
Batman held him tightly and pushed him toward the gap;
Countless souls from the dark multiverse lifted him high, like stars surrounding the moon.
"Damn it, let go! Let go!"
Useless.
No matter how much the Anti-Monitor struggled, his puppet body could no longer unleash greater power; the power being channeled into him was nearing its limit.
So he could only watch helplessly as the gap got closer and closer.
He saw cracks starting to appear on Batman's body and immediately realized what was happening to him:
"You're about to succumb to those forces; the power of two universes is pressing down on you."
You just exploded your body in an attempt to release more power... Even though you can repair yourself, if you continue like this, you'll shatter too.
"Stop. Even if you push me into the Bright Multiverse, you can't defeat me. I'm unharmed, while you're critically injured and on the verge of death."
Separated by the boundaries of two universes, and without the aid of those Dark Multiverse Batteries, you are even less of a match for me.
The anti-monitor initially wanted to persuade Batman to abandon the operation, but as he talked, he realized that Batman's sacrifices were far from in vain.
"What exactly do you want?!" He couldn't say anything more and asked angrily.
"Drink it!!!!"
He was met with a roar from Batman, who pushed him to the edge of the gap. The Anti-Monitor gripped the edge of the gap tightly with his hands.
Then he saw Batman's sneer and his fist raised high.
The fist was covered with grotesque bone spurs belonging to the ravager.
"I am a cloaked mortal who intends to shake the Dark Multiverse."
Peng!
"I am a fighter who never stops fighting, a loser destined to fail, a tragic protagonist with an irreversible fate."
Peng!
"I am Don Quixote, a madman who laughs wildly, a seeker of his own death, a willing sacrificer, an omnipotent planner, a powerless, foolish madman."
Peng!
When Batman grabbed the Anti-Monitor by the throat, the Anti-Monitor heard a deafening roar, like the thunder of a great bell:
"I make death retreat. Do you want to know who I am? Do you want to know what I'm going to do?!"
"I am the lament of the dead from the Dark Multiverse!!!"
"I am Batman!!!"
Those countless hands, numbering in the trillions, were silently shouting and chanting, while the endless debris surged behind Batman like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky and creating a raging torrent!
They sang in unison:
Fly! Fly! Carrying all the resentment and bitterness of the dark multiverse, rush towards that world of light!
Fly high—take off!
boom!!!!
In an instant...
The deafening noise was gone.
Chen Tao felt himself falling along with the anti-surveillance agents.
The scent of mint, the light of the fishing port lighthouse... it's as if I'm standing by a fireplace... hearing the creaking of old wood.
Time... time stood still, until the silent patter of raindrops.
Chen Tao felt as if he had become a grain of sand, falling with the sunlight.
He plunged into the boundless Milky Way, crossed the night, and came to the world of light.
He saw the blue Earth in the distance.
Then he heard the voice of the anti-surveillance agent in his ear: "Have you thought about how you want to die?"
……
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clack.
Death pushed open the door.
Bruce Wayne from a certain dark multiverse jumped up from the sofa as if he were asleep, staring in astonishment at everything before him.
The fire beside him was burning brightly.
"What happened?"
He asked loudly, and then answered himself:
"I...I'm fighting the mad Luthor...He killed the Joker and thus became one with him..."
Bruce desperately tried to recall:
"He allied with Darkseid! He deployed nuclear weapons in Metropolis during the Darkseid invasion..."
He looked up at the girl in front of him.
Then he suddenly realized what had happened.
"I remember now. The Justice League failed. We were utterly defeated by Darkseid. The nuclear bomb exploded. I died. Right?"
Death looked at him with pity.
"Yes, and your world was destroyed."
Bruce was holding his head.
A tremendous fear and grief overwhelmed him in an instant, and then he looked toward death:
"So, you...you...you are..."
He turned his head sharply and saw the remains in the room, the last thing he had left behind. Then he recognized the remains... as himself.
"My God," he groaned.
He clutched his own remains, trembling.
"My life was terrible, and in the end, I couldn't save anything, that's all."
"No...no! My world, my everything!"
He lunged at death, grabbing it by the shoulders.
Even the calm and wise Batman, when faced with death, still grieves like a child:
"How could you do this to me? How could you be so cruel?!"
"I tried everything I could to save my world! But it was all in vain, utterly futile!"
"I can't change any of this, Bruce," Death said.
"The end of your story has already been recorded in the Book of Fate, the destiny drawn by Barbatos... even before your last breath."
"No, I beg you! Is all this truly unchangeable? Has everything I've done been in vain?"
Then he suddenly realized.
He recalled it.
He remembered putting his hand on the shoulder of another Batman.
He suddenly turned his head to look at death.
"You've changed those. You've done it."
"Batman changed these things," Death said. "But you were involved too."
She looked directly at those brimming tears:
"Your strength is ultimately meaningful."
Then she reached out her hand to the Bruce:
"So, can we go now?"
Every speck of dust will witness its own death.
When facing the elderly, death is like a child with innocent charm; when facing young people, death is like a vibrant member of the opposite sex; when facing teenagers, death is like a gentle mother.
Because Batman wields the universe like a hammer, countless remnants of life and death bound by Barbatos become true ghosts, and Death is responsible for guiding each and every one of them.
Death said that she was neither holy nor noble, she had no mercy, it was just her job, and in reality she did not help Bruce of that universe overcome the crisis that would destroy him and his universe, she did not give Bruce hope.
But she redeemed them in her own way.
"etc……"
Bruce looked up and said:
"I want to know... he... I mean, Batman. He's already badly injured, so how could he possibly defeat the Anti-Monitor even in the Bright Multiverse?"
Then he gave up on the question.
"Never mind, none of this matters to me anymore."
"I have to go now."
He took Death's hand and dissolved into the white light along with countless other remnants.
The past, its darkness, need not be revisited; only the path to tomorrow remains...
Bright and dazzling.
(Note: How the severely injured Batman will fight the Anti-Monitor in the Bright Multiverse will have to be revealed in the next chapter! Heh heh!)
(End of this chapter)