My Simulated Road to Immortality Chapter 2388 - 1775: The Return of the God
Previously on My Simulated Road to Immortality...
Survival remains incredibly challenging in this enveloping darkness, even when on the brink of ascending to True God status. Let alone that everlasting realm.
Like a flame snuffed out, no protection remains at all.
Thankfully, Zhang Fan’s avatar possesses the True and False Changes, capable of reshaping Qiankun instantly with a mere idea, reigniting the lifeless embers.
However...
All it achieves is precisely this much.
Similar to Mountain Sea. The fresh vessel that the God creation Guests pin their greatest expectations upon had barely launched before plunging straight into the identical Endless Samsara.
Its situation proves far harsher than that of Mountain Sea!
Given Mountain Sea’s vast expanse, every cycle endures for a hundred billion years.
Infinite possibilities arise, as beings emerge and develop.
Yet the new vessel housing the God creation Guests...
Endures merely a handful of moments.
Each loop brings it back to the instant of departing Mountain Sea, only to teeter like a flame battered by fierce winds.
It snuffs out entirely shortly after, then gets reset via [True and False], looping back to the starting point.
In this manner, the repetitions continue without end.
If within the Mountain and Sea Reincarnation, the God creation Guests could simply rest easy across the immense stretch of a hundred billion years, then aboard the new vessel, they endure an infinite loop of demise.
No prospect emerges, no path ahead appears.
No rebirth, merely the Wujian.
Within the frigid, lifeless hush of the shadows, time loses all meaning.
Nevertheless, from Zhang Fan’s viewpoint, the faint glow had wavered a million instances.
Starting from the millionth flicker, Zhang Fan detected the subtle urge of “seeking release” emanating from the avatar.
Yet Zhang Fan’s reply stood firm: “Not permitted.”
In the shadows, decay’s inevitable conclusion cannot be evaded.
Thank goodness, the persistent glimmer of the new vessel acts as a comforting beacon, substantially slowing Zhang Fan’s own breakdown.
“Don’t hold it against me; this represents our sole chance at endurance.”
Amid the battles against the void, such notions occasionally surfaced in Zhang Fan’s Spirit Consciousness.
Early remorse gradually hardened into resolve.
“Breaking free from destiny demands that somebody steps up as the offering.”
“Have faith, simply endure until I, as True God, navigate beyond this obscurity...”
Guided by that glow, Zhang Fan fought on to persist.
Over time, fresh insights into the encircling darkness dawned upon him.
This realm embodies the cosmos’s most ancient, essential, initial yet ultimate state.
A domain where all origins and endings unfold.
“Even True Gods cannot alter this rhythm of birth and demise. Solely through the Divine Technique of [True and False] can existence be upheld.”
“If deities face such constraints, imagine the plight of mere mortals?”
“The diverse entities of Mountain Sea, including the God creation Guests, all stem from fragments of divine essence. Absent the shield of True and False, they wouldn’t endure an instant.”
“...”
The beacon’s light offers mere postponement, powerless against the inexorable decay.
Zhang Fan detected once more the odor of his own deterioration.
“Saints, Mountain Sea, God creation Guests, Stars.”
“They’re nothing but transient performers on a vaster theater; your act ends, mine begins, what a spectacle.”
“Yet in the end, the final bow arrives.”
“Only divinity can emerge anew from oblivion.”
“For it serves as the primal fixed point of [True and False].”
Within Spirit Consciousness, myriad murmurs blended into a chorus.
Zhang Fan no longer panicked like in the beginning, gazing toward the remote light while laboring to preserve inner tranquility.
“It’s akin to binding a year to my very being.”
“Regardless of events in the cycle, one notion suffices to revert to the set instant.”
“Deity truly commands the essence of True and False Dao; Their mastery of [True and False] eclipses my own. No deliberate intent required—whenever all succumbs, fulfilling the condition of divine extinction, it activates automatically.”
“Reverting to the era when [True God] endures, the primal anchored moment.”
“The cosmos’s authentic essence ensures the scheme unfolds without fail.”
“Even divinity leans on True and False for continuance. All derived from God inevitably shares this doom.”
“Ultimately, everything dissolves inside True and False. Embrace the resurgence of True God.”
“Each bid by the primary essence to return merely spawns minor loops within the overarching one.”
“...”
The clamor intensified, disrupting Zhang Fan’s clear thinking.
Still, an innate strand of hopelessness welled up within him.
It appeared he confronted an impasse.
His sole aim to shatter the True God’s imposed reincarnation involved nullifying True and False, rendering the True God’s anchor void.
But Zhang Fan had come to understand deeply that True and False itself falls prey to its own shifts.
He served only as a fleeting custodian of True and False Dao following the True God’s decline.
How then could he overhaul the tenets of [True and False]?
“The utmost achievable lies in repeatedly reviving Hai Zhen, clinging to bare existence, much like...”
Zhang Fan turned his gaze anew to the nearby radiance.
“Divergent routes converging on the same end; no true separation exists.”
A hundred billion years versus mere heartbeats.
Superficially, one seems celestial, the other abyssal. But extending the cycles toward eternity erases any divide.
Both represent wretched souls in perpetual strife.
“Pointless...”
The decay’s aroma thickened, as the mounting din increasingly dominated Zhang Fan’s thoughts.
“Very well, proceed as you wish.”
He permitted the avatar Zhang Xiaofan’s yearning for “release.”
As the diminutive light, after billions of illuminations, finally dimmed to nothing, the ruin assailing Zhang Fan hastened.
Instinct urged him to reinstate Hai Zhen, yet visions flooded his Spirit Consciousness—each a recollection from his own or the primary form’s journeys.
A wave of apathy stirred in Zhang Fan’s core.
“It holds no purpose...”
Utter despair, a profound emptiness, shrouded Zhang Fan, letting him disregard the looming threat of obliteration.
He embraced demise with serenity and poise.
His focus shifted away from personal concerns.
Instead, he contemplated the originator of [True and False], the former True God.
Abruptly, Zhang Fan sensed irregularity.
“If fate stands utterly foreordained, why expend such vast effort seizing me, a mere intruder?”
Doubt abruptly gripped Zhang Fan.
Insight followed swiftly: “An outsider bears traits alien to divinity: the capacity for self-transformation within an immutable Hai Zhen.”
“Much like every entity bridging God and Mountain Sea, the deity sought to fracture this Endless Samsara. Thus, I arrived.”
“Their intent...”
Countless realizations struck Zhang Fan in that instant.
He recalled the primary form’s myriad avatars, the craving for unpredictability.
He remembered the scattered remnants in his conscious recollections.
“Ah, so that explains it.”
Zhang Fan ought to have raged.
Yet in this juncture, composure defined him utterly.
“Fleeing destiny requires a sacrificial offering from someone.”
He whispered, echoing the phrase once more.
Before, directed at his avatar Zhang Xiaofan; now, aimed inward.
Given Zhang Fan’s nature, reaching such a verdict proved profoundly arduous.
It emerged only after prolonged inner conflict, finally easing his creased forehead.
“Thus, yield to the ordained return to God.”
At that pivotal instant, death held no terror for Zhang Fan. He understood that upon his passing, the primary form would surely manifest anew.
The overwhelming rot fully consumed Zhang Fan.
The cacophony halted sharply.
A God is reborn.
A God returns.