Chapter 596: All beings are variables, the world has no end

（Grand Finale）

Immediately after came Qin Si, Qin Yue, Qin Zheng, Qin An, and all the Yan Huang tribe, who made a unanimous decision.

They immediately reversed the operation mechanism of the internal universe, and everyone extracted the variables and energy accumulated over the years from exploring the Boundary Sea.

These personal insights into law were directly fed backward into the interior of the Auxiliary Terminal.

Qin Hao's consciousness had begun to blur, more than half of his skull covered in gray-white, the absolute stasis's static assimilation nearly touching his origin core.

Just as he was about to forcibly drag the absolute stasis into mutual destruction.

Deep beneath Qin Hao's feet in the Boundary Sea, an unbelievable roar suddenly erupted.

A vast expanse of dark-gold light sea surged upward against the darkness, countless dark-gold light beams ignoring all rule suppression in higher-dimensional space.

These beams, in an unreasonable, overbearing manner, struck the Dimensional Tower.

The already shattered dome of the Dimensional Tower was blasted to pieces, and countless tribesmen crossed the dimensional barrier to descend around Qin Hao.

Qin Wu charged ahead to Qin Hao's side, violently pouring his overbearing internal universe energy into Qin Hao's body, forcibly blocking the downward spread of the gray-white.

Qin Zheng, Qin Si, and the others followed closely, as masses of Yan Huang tribesmen arranged the most primitive battle formation in the void.

"What are you coming back for?"

Qin Hao's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Qin Wu grinned widely.

"Watching you old man fight alone is no fun."

And the rest of the Yan Huang tribe said nothing more.

Everyone poured their emotions and thoughts entirely into the Auxiliary Terminal via the Soul Network.

At this moment Qin Hao realized: he had thought the Nameless Dao was uncertainty, but now he knew the ultimate form of the Nameless Dao is actually the infinite possibilities of all beings.

The seemingly trivial joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness of ordinary people are the greatest variables.

Qin Hao flung the Auxiliary Terminal, which had gathered countless people's thoughts, into higher-dimensional space; the terminal exploded in midair, and countless threads of rules representing different human natures scattered.

These threads wove beneath the absolute stasis into a huge conceptual net, its surface stained with the mundane smoke of everyday life.

Within it were the killer intent and wrath of warriors, the shrewdness and greed of merchants, the loving care and anticipation of mothers.

These extremely complex, even contradictory, combinations of the seven emotions and six desires combined, and the absolute stasis's mechanical static program began to perform an erasure computation on the great net.

But the variability of human nature completely exceeded its underlying logic's load limit.

The core of the stasis's computation suffered a severe overload upon contact with these massive variables, and the gray-white light curtain's surface began to show massive data corruption and lag.

Qin Hao straightened his back, standing at the very front of tens of millions of people, without throwing that punch capable of shattering the universe.

He merely extended a finger toward the lifeless gray-white expanse above the heavenly dome.

"I, in the name of all beings, decree that this world shall not allow an absolute end!"

These words of Qin Hao were the final judgment.

The concept net, stained with the smoke of human life, suddenly contracted upward, the complex variables completely enveloping the monotonous stasis.

A minuscule crack appeared on the surface of the gray-white light curtain.

Immediately, this crack spread outward at a frantic speed.

The absolute stasis's supposedly eternal, unbreakable underlying logic collapsed entirely in an instant.

The vast gray-white space emitted an indescribable shattering sound, like a huge pane of glass struck by a tremendous hammer.

The stasis turned into countless minuscule fragments drifting downward, these fragments no longer possessing the assimilating static attribute.

The great net of all beings forcibly transformed them into basic rules representing new life and vitality.

These rule fragments turned into an unprecedented higher-dimensional spring rain, directly falling upon every world bubble in the entire Boundary Sea.

Within the desolate logical celestial ruins that had dried up for countless epochs, energy flow reappeared, and in the withered mechanical divine domain ruins, sparks of rekindled azure light ignited.

Even in the remnants of the Chaos Demon Nest, a faint pulse of life was transmitted.

The Boundary Sea, nourished by this spring rain, completely shook off the shackles of deathly stillness.

All sentient beings within the City of Myriad Worlds took to the streets.

Those high-dimensional beings that had just revived from the ancient ruins also extended their divine thoughts.

These beings, spanning different dimensions and races, simultaneously lowered their heads toward the dark-gold nebula in the void.

They offered the highest reverence to that man at the forefront.

This was a heartfelt worship.

Qin Hao, faced with this supreme honor capable of ruling the entire Boundary Sea, did not reach out to take it.

He did not, like Yuan Chu, reforge a system to herd all things, nor did he establish a new Chaos Enforcement Bureau to maintain hegemony.

Instead, he directly modified the underlying permissions of that conceptual net.

The source architecture of the Yan Huang Auxiliary Terminal was fully opened to the whole Boundary Sea; any being living in the Boundary Sea could unconditionally access this network to obtain knowledge.

He established a new order with no Overlord.

After doing all this, Qin Hao lightly waved his hand, proactively dispelling the dazzling higher-dimensional halos that surrounded him.

The surrounding space returned to its original calm.

Turning his head to look at the family beside him, covered in wounds but with fervent eyes, he revealed an utterly relaxed smile.

"That's enough."

"The fight's over; come home with me."

The scene twisted, crossing endless dimensional barriers.

Qin Hao, with his family, returned once more to the gate of that void courtyard.

The courtyard gate was gently pushed open; the old scholar tree remained lush with branches and leaves.

The water on the artificial hill continued to trickle softly.

The few plates of home-cooked dishes on the stone table were still steaming upward.

Qian Yin invoked the time-freezing rule, firmly locking the courtyard's time at the exact second Qin Hao departed.

The kitchen curtain was lifted.

Qian Yin walked out carrying the last plate of freshly stir-fried greens, and seeing her lover and children standing whole in the courtyard, the plate in her hand trembled slightly.

Her eyes reddened.

She then steadily placed the plate of greens at the center of the stone table and softly said, "Wash your hands, eat."

Along with the family banquet resuming.

Legends about Yanhuang and the nameless one began to spread throughout every corner of the Realm Sea.

They became the supreme myth spoken of by countless civilizations.

But the myth's protagonists did not sit loftily on a divine altar.

In the bustling eastern district market of the City of Ten Thousand Worlds.

Qin Wu, wearing big shorts and flip-flops, was arguing red-faced with the stall owner at a stall selling energy cores.

To save a few regulation coins he even nearly overturned the stall.

Qin Si, wearing heavy black-rimmed glasses, squatted in a scrap heap specializing in discarded junk, picking through.

When she encountered a weird item the seller refused to sell, she would squat there and stubbornly contend with them.

They took off those heavy identity armors.

They turned infinite possibilities into the most down-to-earth days in the Realm Sea.

The family banquet in the courtyard finally finished.

Qin Wu and Qin Zheng each returned to their stations in the Realm Sea, belching as they went.

Qin Hao alone moved a rattan chair and sat beneath the old locust tree.

The sky had already grown dark.

He idly played with the azure ox jade pendant left behind before the Mysterious Capital dissipated.

The pendant's surface still flickered with a faint azure light, and Qin Hao lay on the rattan chair, swaying slowly.

He suddenly stopped and lifted his head.

His gaze crossed the courtyard wall, pierced the Void Wall of the Realm Sea, and this line of sight penetrated the novel's textual framework straight to another space-time.

Qin Hao suddenly laughed out loud.

"The scenery of the Realm Sea has been viewed."

He raised the azure ox jade pendant in his hand toward the void.

"You say......"

"What kind of world is the one that created these characters?"

(The End!)