My Simulated Road to Immortality Chapter 2388 - 1775: The Return of the God
Previously on My Simulated Road to Immortality...
Survival in this profound darkness proves immensely challenging, even for someone teetering on the edge of True God status. The eternal realm stands utterly out of reach.
The light vanishes like a snuffed flame, offering zero protection whatsoever.
Thankfully, Zhang Fan’s avatar commands the True and False Changes, capable of reshaping Qiankun instantly with a mere notion, reigniting the embers of the lifeless.
However...
This represents the extent of his capabilities.
Much like Mountain Sea, the fresh vessel that the God creation Guests pin their grand expectations upon has barely launched before plunging into the identical Endless Samsara.
Its plight turns out far harsher than that of Mountain Sea!
Given Mountain Sea’s vast expanse, every cycle stretches across a hundred billion years.
Innumerable possibilities unfold, allowing beings to emerge and develop.
Yet the new vessel housing the God creation Guests...
Endures for merely a handful of moments.
Each loop brings it back to the instant of departing Mountain Sea, only to flicker unsteadily like a flame battered by fierce winds.
It snuffs out entirely soon after, then gets reset by [True and False], looping back to the departure point once more.
In this manner, the cycles persist without end.
If the God creation Guests could still recline in tranquility across the vast eons of a hundred billion years within the Mountain and Sea Reincarnation, then aboard the new vessel, they endure an infinite loop of demise.
No glimmer of hope appears, no path to the future emerges.
No true reincarnation exists, merely the Wujian.
Within the frigid, silent void of darkness, the notion of time dissolves entirely.
From Zhang Fan’s viewpoint, however, the candle’s glow has wavered a million times over.
Starting from the millionth flicker, Zhang Fan detected a subtle urge of “desiring liberation” emanating from the avatar.
Zhang Fan’s reply came firm: “Not allowed.”
In such obscurity, decay remains inescapable.
Fortuitously, the persistent flicker of the new vessel’s candlelight serves as a comforting beacon, substantially slowing Zhang Fan’s own process of deterioration.
“Don’t hold it against me; this is our sole shot at endurance.”
Amid the relentless battle against the darkness, such notions occasionally surfaced in Zhang Fan’s Spirit Consciousness.
Early remorse gradually hardened into resolve.
“To break free from destiny, sacrifices prove necessary.”
“Have faith, just await my ascent as True God to pierce through this veil of darkness...”
Guided by the glow of the lamp, Zhang Fan fought tenaciously for survival.
Over time, he developed a fresh insight into the encircling darkness.
This realm embodies the universe’s most ancient, essential state—the primordial beginning and ultimate conclusion.
A domain where all things arise and fade away.
“Even True Gods cannot alter this endless wheel of birth and death. Solely through the Divine Technique of [True and False] can existence be upheld.”
“If Gods face such constraints, what hope lies for the rest?”
“The myriad beings of Mountain Sea, along with the God creation Guests, all sprang from fragments of God’s essence. Absent the shield of True and False, they wouldn’t endure an instant.”
“...”
The anchoring candlelight merely postpones the inevitable rot, powerless to halt its advance.
Zhang Fan once again caught the odor of his own impending decay.
“Saints, Mountain Sea, God creation Guests, Stars.”
“They’re nothing more than transient performers on a vaster theater; your act ends, mine begins—such vibrant spectacle.”
“Yet in the end, the final bow arrives.”
“Only God can emerge anew from oblivion.”
“For It serves as the primal anchor of [True and False].”
Within his Spirit Consciousness, a multitude of murmurs blended into a cacophony.
Zhang Fan no longer panicked as he had initially, gazing toward the remote light while struggling to preserve his inner composure.
“It’s akin to binding a year to my very being.”
“Regardless of the events in any reincarnation, a single intent suffices to revert to the fixed instant.”
“God truly reigns as the supreme authority over the True and False Dao; Their mastery of [True and False] eclipses my own. No conscious effort required—mere fulfillment of God’s destruction triggers it instantly.”
“Reverting to the era when [True God] endures, the foundational anchor moment.”
“The cosmos’s inherent reality forms the unshakeable base ensuring the scheme’s execution.”
“Even God depends on True and False for persistence. All derived from God inevitably shares this doom.”
“No exceptions—all succumb within True and False. Embrace the True God’s resurgence.”
“Every attempt by the primary form to return merely spawns minor loops within the overarching cycle.”
“...”
The clamor intensified, disrupting Zhang Fan’s ability to focus his thoughts.
Yet an innate strand of hopelessness welled up within him.
It appeared he confronted an impasse.
To shatter the reincarnation imposed by True God, his sole notion involved nullifying True and False, rendering the True God’s anchor powerless.
But Zhang Fan had long recognized that even True and False cannot evade the transformations of True and False.
He served only as a fleeting custodian of the True and False Dao following True God’s collapse.
How could he possibly overhaul the tenets of [True and False]?
“The sole recourse involves repeatedly reviving Hai Zhen, clinging to bare existence, much like...”
Zhang Fan turned his gaze anew to the nearby lamplight.
“Paths diverge yet converge; no true separation exists.”
A hundred billion years versus mere breaths.
At surface level, one evokes paradise, the other perdition. But when reincarnation counts stretch toward infinity, distinctions vanish.
Both amount to wretched souls in perpetual strife.
“Utterly pointless...”
The stench of decay intensified relentlessly, while Zhang Fan’s psyche filled with the swelling uproar of noises.
“Very well, seek your release.”
He permitted the avatar Zhang Xiaofan’s yearning for “desire for liberation.”
As the minuscule lamplight, after billions of illuminations, finally dimmed to nothing, the ruin bearing down on Zhang Fan hastened.
Instinct urged him to revive Hai Zhen, yet a flood of visions flooded his Spirit Consciousness—each depicting experiences from himself or the primary form.
Within Zhang Fan’s core, a profound apathy stirred.
“It holds no purpose...”
Sheer despair and profound emptiness overwhelmed Zhang Fan, causing him to disregard the looming threat of obliteration entirely.
He welcomed demise with serene tranquility.
His focus shifted away from his own plight.
Instead, he contemplated the originator of [True and False], the former True God.
Abruptly, Zhang Fan sensed irregularity.
“If all stands predestined, why expend such vast effort to seize me, a mere outsider?”
Doubt abruptly gripped Zhang Fan.
He quickly comprehended: “An outsider possesses traits absent in God: the capacity to sustain personal evolution within an unchanging Hai Zhen.”
“Similar to every entity between God and Mountain Sea, God sought to shatter this Endless Samsara. Thus, my arrival.”
“Their intent...”
Zhang Fan swiftly recalled numerous elements.
He reflected on the primary form’s numerous avatars, the craving for unpredictability.
He recalled those splintered fragments lingering in his consciousness’s recollections.
“Ah, so that explains it.”
Zhang Fan ought to have raged.
Yet in this instant, serenity enveloped him completely.
“To evade destiny, sacrifices become inevitable.”
He whispered and echoed the phrase.
Before, it addressed his avatar Zhang Xiaofan; now, it spoke to his own being.
Given Zhang Fan’s nature, reaching such a verdict demanded immense internal conflict.
It followed prolonged turmoil, at last easing his clenched brow.
“Then, surrender to the fate of Returning to God.”
At that juncture, Zhang Fan harbored no fear of mortality. For he understood that upon his end, the primary form would inevitably resurface.
The overwhelming tide of decay fully consumed Zhang Fan.
The tumultuous din halted sharply.
A God awakens anew.
A God makes its return.