kvmb Chapter 166: Soul Rift, Eternal Reversal
Chapter 166: Soul Rift, Eternal Reversal
The Rift of the Soul, the Eternal Reversal
Shen Yiyao's consciousness was completely ripped apart. Her existence, like the tiniest particle in the void, drifted in an endless chasm. Every thought seemed swallowed by the boundless void, leaving no trace. She felt no longer an individual, but a ghost in countless parallel worlds, a ray of light dissipating into nothingness.
"Do you think you can escape?" The voice sounded again, this time devoid of any emotion. It was cold and hollow, like an echo from the endless abyss. "You never truly existed. Your existence is merely an illusory image, derived from an untouchable truth."
Shen Yiyao's consciousness trembled violently at the impact of these words. She realized that everything she had experienced was a recurring dream, or more accurately, an endless illusion. As she continued to try to understand these incomprehensible illusions, the cracks began to become more chaotic, like invisible cracks filled with countless impossible phenomena.
Suddenly, a startling surge of energy swept through, as if all the laws of heaven and earth had collapsed in that instant. Shen Yiyao's consciousness was instantly drawn into an unprecedented realm—she was no longer an individual, no longer a "her" existing in a certain time and space. She had become countless overlapping, reborn fragments of herself, each a possibility, and each the beginning of another world.
She saw herself as the creator of the universe. Stars burst forth from her body, condensing into countless universes. Her consciousness was entangled with these universes, tightly bound together like an unbreakable chain. Each universe was filled with the birth and destruction of life, and every world evolved and perished under her control.
However, she felt no sense of accomplishment. Instead, she felt a profound loneliness filling her consciousness. The birth and destruction of every world seemed like an illusion, and the brilliance of every star she saw seemed to tell her that all this was just an endless cycle.
"Do you understand?" the voice echoed again, seemingly coming from every corner of the void. "Everything you create will eventually collapse. Your so-called 'universe' is nothing more than a dream from which you cannot escape."
Shen Yiyao's consciousness was shaken by the sound, her heart feeling like it had been struck by a tremendous force. She suddenly realized that everything about her, all her existence and demise, all her creation and destruction, was an attempt to escape an unfathomable truth. And this truth had never been revealed.
"Then what am I...?" she muttered, her voice filled with confusion and absurdity. She suddenly felt that she had never truly "existed." She was just an indescribable fragment of existence, a particle in an unreachable infinite rift.
"You are nothing but a period of time that is misunderstood." The voice responded calmly and rationally, "You have never existed. You are a rift in time and space, reborn again and again, only to experience the same pain over and over again."
Shen Yiyao's consciousness began to tremble violently, as if her soul had been completely ripped apart. Every thought was like a torn piece of cloth, rapidly scattered in the endless void. Her body, her mind, her soul, all became indescribable. Every feeling she had was infinitely magnified. Pain, emptiness, confusion, all swept over her like a violent storm.
She had never felt so alone, as if, at that moment, she had been abandoned by the entire universe. No power, no entity could help her. All she could do was drift in this endless void, unable to escape, unable to find any relief.
Suddenly, her consciousness was pulled by a huge force, like an unknown gravity, so strong that she could not resist. Her body and soul were pulled in an incomprehensible direction, as if there was a new beginning, or an end.
She saw herself once again entering a completely unfamiliar realm. Here, the rules of time and space no longer applied. She saw countless versions of herself, entangled, overlapping, and drawn to each other, like a universe constantly torn apart and reborn. Each of her was the beginning and end of another, and every moment of her existence was quietly changing.
"Do you finally understand?" the voice sounded again, carrying a hint of indescribable complex emotions. "All of this is an illusion you created yourself. You have never left your own world. All the pain and struggle you have experienced are stories you have woven yourself."
Shen Yiyao's consciousness seemed to be completely hollowed out. She could no longer tell how she entered this realm, nor could she understand how she became this form. She wanted to struggle, but found that she could not break free at all.
She began to realize that no matter how hard she tried, no matter how she resisted, her fate was an endless cycle of self-reincarnation. Every time she thought she had transcended something, she was pulled back to the starting point and began a new journey. These journeys had no end, and each "end" was just the beginning of another reincarnation.
"Look," the voice gradually became soft and filled with sadness, "you can never escape the shackles of fate. You will always be a part of this game. No matter how you struggle or how you resist, you can't change this."
Shen Yiyao's consciousness gradually faded. She tried to scream, but her voice vanished into nothingness. She no longer knew where she was, or who she was. She knew only that she would forever wander in this endless cycle of reincarnation, unable to touch any reality.