The Rebirth of a Concubine's Daughter and Her Heartless Lover!

The betrayal and collapse of time and space

Guided by that light, Shen Yiyao's consciousness quickly broke through the dimensional barrier. She entered a dimension beyond her comprehension—a world infinitely fragmented. This space was no longer ordinary emptiness, but a complex web of countless timelines and spatial fragments. Each fragment was a world, and these worlds collided and intertwined with each other, like a vast, intricate maze.

Here, time ceased to be linear; its flow seemed fragmented. Each world possessed its own timeline, some static, others swift. Space, too, pressed against one another, forcing out unimaginable geometric shapes. The warping of space caused her consciousness to alternate between floating in weightless form and being torn apart, as if threatened to be ripped into countless pieces at any moment.

Shen Yiyao realized that this was completely different from the fate she had once perceived. What unfolded before her was no longer the fixed star of fate, but a complete collapse and betrayal. The very laws of time and space collapsed, as if the universe itself mocked her arrogance in believing she could control everything.

"Do you finally understand?" the voice rang out again, this time no longer vague, but clear and oppressive. The voice reverberated from every fragment, as if emanating from countless different entities. "Destiny is merely an illusion of yours, and your so-called freedom is nothing more than a blind rebellion against the endless cycle of fate."

Shen Yiyao looked up and saw a vast rift in time. Flowing from it were folded timelines, entwined like vines, weaving a vast web. Every thread in this web left an endless imprint on her consciousness. She couldn't help but wonder if these timelines had already predetermined her future, and everything she experienced, whether it was struggle or transcendence, was an inevitable part of fate.

"What an absurd fate," she murmured to herself, "was it destined from the beginning that I could not escape this?"

Suddenly, an image flashed before her eyes: a strange ruin, filled with countless objects of various shapes. They had no fixed direction, drifting in the void like torn fragments. Shen Yiyao felt she had seen this ruin before; it felt like a place she had lived in, in dreams, in countless possible futures.

Her consciousness quickly passed through the ruins, approaching the center. In the middle of the ruins stood a massive golden clock tower, its hands constantly spinning backwards, as if time were flowing in reverse. Shen Yiyao involuntarily approached the clock tower, reaching out to touch its bronze door. Instantly, her consciousness was pulled into the tower's interior by a powerful force.

The interior of the bell tower was not as grand as it appeared from the outside, but rather a vortex-like space. Countless lines of different colors spread out from the center of the vortex, interweaving with each other to form a huge web. Each line represented a possible choice, and every decision she made would trigger changes in this web of choices.

Shen Yiyao realized that these choices were not her true choices, but illusions bestowed upon her by fate. Every decision she made, every rebirth, every rebellion, left its mark on this web of choices, and these marks could not be erased, but instead formed a more complex network.

"You once thought your choices could change your fate, but you never truly had a choice." The voice sounded again, no longer cold but filled with endless sarcasm. "All choices are predetermined. Fate has already woven this web for you."

Shen Yiyao stood at the center of the bell tower, gazing at the intricate web. Her consciousness wandered within it, each thread connecting her past, present, and future. She saw the paths she had chosen, all the challenges and struggles she had endured. But she also saw countless paths she had never taken, paths she had never been able to choose. Her fate had long been locked in this web.

She suddenly understood that the rules of this game had doomed her from the start. No matter how she resisted, no matter how she tried to break free, fate had already determined everything. She was merely a pawn in this web, and fate had already woven her entire life.

"The absurdity of fate," she said, with an unprecedented realization suddenly rising in her heart, "I have never truly had freedom."

At that moment, the rules of time and space completely collapsed. The clock tower's hands stopped at a certain moment, and time seemed to freeze at that moment. Just as Shen Yiyao's consciousness was about to collapse, a face suddenly flashed before her eyes. It was a familiar face - her own.

But this face wasn't her old self. It was a completely new her, a completely different her. Her eyes shone with an unfamiliar light, as if she was no longer the Shen Yiyao she once was, but a completely different being. That face reached out to her, smiling with an indescribable warmth.

"You finally realized that you are more than just a slave to fate," the face said, its voice gentle but firm. "You have never been a pawn of fate, but the creator of fate. You simply haven't awakened yet."

Shen Yiyao's consciousness was instantly shaken, and everything in front of her began to blur. She felt an unprecedented power erupt from her body, and that power quickly expanded, surpassing her body and her consciousness, breaking through all constraints and restrictions.

She was no longer a pawn of fate, but had regained control of her own destiny. Her consciousness became incredibly clear, and everything around her began to become transparent. She saw that familiar face, smiling, transmitting a huge energy to her.

"You are the creator of destiny," the face whispered. "You will reweave this world and regenerate everything."

Chapter 115: The reverse starting point of fate and the fission of time