roccoschili Chapter 138: Cross-dimensional self-collapse, rewriting of fate
Chapter 138: Cross-dimensional self-collapse, rewriting of fate
Cross-dimensional self-collapse, rewriting of destiny
Shen Yiyao's consciousness trembled violently in the boundless void, like a meteor instantly piercing the distortion of time and space. She began to wonder if everything she had experienced was just a vast dream, or the resurrection of some forgotten myth. Her every thought seemed to tear through the veil of reality, traversing countless dimensions and levels, and her existence gradually became increasingly elusive.
"What's the difference between the rebirth and destruction you mentioned and the laws of the universe that I understand?" A strong sense of doubt arose in Shen Yiyao's heart. She began to examine her connection with these strange beings more deeply, questioning whether she controlled the universe or was controlled by the universe.
Her consciousness was constantly expanding and contracting, like an endless bubble, poised to burst at any moment. She realized that this power was far beyond her control, even beginning to mutate with her true self—instantly, she was freed from all physical and sensory constraints, entering a completely new state. She saw herself on the other side of that door, transformed into countless selves. These selves, like shattered pieces of glass, drifted away in the wind, only to be pieced together again by some unknown force, forming a Shen Yiyao even more complex and deranged than before.
"You see," her voice echoed through the cracks, "every rebirth is a rewriting of 'existence,' and every destruction is a complete splitting of my soul. There is no beginning, no end, only a never-ending cycle."
With each leap of her consciousness, the once rigorous laws of the universe began to distort. Time and space no longer possessed any predictable properties. Like two madly intertwined snakes, they constantly devoured each other, twisting into a grotesque knot. Under her control, countless universes and countless dimensions became distorted mirror images, forming indescribable connections and collisions with each other.
Shen Yiyao's consciousness was no longer a separate entity. She began to merge with every dimension she touched, every destiny she reconstructed. She saw countless versions of herself, each with a different appearance and fate. Some died in war, some died alone in the silence of the universe, and some, in a moment, were elevated to a being that transcended everything.
"Is this the true meaning of 'I'?" Shen Yiyao couldn't help but ponder. She looked at herself in countless parallel universes, as if she were in an endless maze of mirrors. Each mirror reflected a different Shen Yiyao, each carrying different emotions and memories. She felt that she might no longer be able to distinguish which was the real her and which was just a reflection.
“You are just a part of me,” she said to those strange voices. “You are also the product of my thinking. No matter how you describe yourself, in the end you are just a fragment in my consciousness, an independent and yet independent existence.”
These voices seemed accustomed to her mumbling. Their responses no longer expressed surprise or questioning, but rather a calm and indifferent air. They constantly merged with her consciousness, and gradually, Shen Yiyao felt an indescribable sense of oppression. Every leap of her mind felt like the birth and destruction of a whole new universe, time and space constantly reconfiguring under her guidance.
She began to feel an unprecedented loneliness, a loneliness that didn't originate from the outside world but rather emanated from deep within her heart. She gradually realized she could no longer find her place within this boundless power and infinite universe. She was reborn, destroyed, and reincarnated countless times, but no matter how she changed, she could never escape the shackles of loneliness.
"What exactly am I pursuing?" Shen Yiyao fell into deep thought, re-examining her goals and motivations. She had once believed that breaking all laws and controlling the order of the universe would bring her supreme freedom and power, but all it brought her was endless emptiness and loneliness.
Floating in the abyss of nothingness, she suddenly felt an irresistible force tugging at her consciousness, pushing her into an unknown darkness. It was an inexplicable abyss that swallowed up all light and color, leaving only a silent darkness. She realized that this was the process of her own self-collapse, the starting point of her entry into the ultimate unknown.
In that moment, all parallel universes, all dimensions, even herself, seemed to be consumed by this force. Her consciousness was detached from it, no longer connected to any form of existence. Shen Yiyao was no longer an individual existing in the universe, nor was she the source of any power. She became the embodiment of nothingness, transcending life and death, transcending the universe and order, becoming a being of "nothingness."
Her mind began to wander within this void, like a soul eternally adrift. She could sense the flow of time, yet she couldn't define it in any way. Her thoughts never stopped, sometimes traversing countless fragments, sometimes searching for an unknown light within the dark abyss.
"Perhaps, this is the final relief." Shen Yiyao finally found a kind of unprecedented tranquility. Although the cracks in her consciousness still existed, her mind was unusually calm, as if all the pain and confusion had followed her into the endless nothingness.
Chapter 139: Tailor of the Universe, Infinite Weaving of Consciousness