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

The cracks of endless reincarnation, the absurd illusion of existence

Shen Yiyao's consciousness once again sank into an endless void. This time, she wasn't faced with that dull, low voice, but rather, she was enveloped by an invisible pressure. She saw nothing, only a strange feeling that enveloped her, as if every inch of her consciousness was being torn apart, every moment of her existence was being disintegrated.

Just when she thought she had fallen into the abyss of nothingness again, a strange wave suddenly came from the depths of her heart. That wave quickly spread throughout her entire being, like a flash of lightning piercing the long darkness. Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed into a completely different dimension.

She opened her eyes, only to see not one space, but countless overlapping ones. Each one was filled with distortion and confusion, defying definition and comprehension. Those spaces, like amorphous images, shifted at every moment, seemingly announcing their existence with utter chaos. Every second, Shen Yiyao's consciousness shuttled between these intersections. She felt like an elusive ghost, drifting through the cracks of the void.

"What... is this?" she whispered, her voice vanishing without a trace in this space. Every thought she had seemed to be swallowed up, becoming part of this endless illusion.

"You still don't understand." The voice sounded again, but this time, it wasn't as sarcastic as before. Instead, it seemed filled with an indescribable sadness. "What you are experiencing is not reincarnation, nor is it 'existence' as you understand it. What you are experiencing now is an endless dream, an illusion without end."

Shen Yiyao's consciousness fluctuated violently. Her body no longer possessed any form of "existence." She was merely a fragment of this illusion, a fragment of a deeply distorted mind. She tried to grasp those spaces, to understand their essence, but she found that every time she tried to comprehend them, the space around her would suddenly vanish, transforming into another unfamiliar form.

She took a deep breath, a sense of determination rising within her. "If this is an illusion, then I will destroy it." Her consciousness began to gather, attempting to exert some kind of control over these spaces. However, just as she was about to exert her power, the spaces suddenly became even more chaotic, as if mocking her powerlessness.

"No, you can't destroy it." The voice became clearer, as if whispering in her ear. "Everything you see is beyond your comprehension. This isn't an illusion created by you; it's the truth you can't escape."

"The truth?" Shen Yiyao chuckled, her voice filled with an unconcealable absurdity. "Then, explain to me what this 'truth' is?"

"You are trapped in a dilemma from which there is no escape," the voice said slowly. "You thought you had transcended the void, but you were mistaken. You are still trapped in a cycle, unable to break free. Here, there is no concept of time, nor are there boundaries to space. Everything you perceive is an illusion of your own creation. Everything you struggle with is a meaningless repetition."

Shen Yiyao's consciousness began to shake violently, and she felt a power she had never felt before surge deep within her. This power did not come from her will, but from some deeper existence. It seemed to tear her consciousness from this illusion and lead her into a completely unknown realm.

"You never truly began." The voice sounded again, carrying a sadness that transcended time and space. "Everything you have experienced is a product of nothingness. The world you see is merely your own projection, a reality you cannot touch."

Shen Yiyao's consciousness began to escape her body, entering a completely new dimension. In this dimension, she saw not planets, not matter, not energy, but an endless expanse of cracks. These cracks weren't rifts in space, but cracks in existence itself. They were like wounds in the universe, never to heal, never to close.

"What... is this?" Her consciousness began to drift through these cracks. Each time she passed through a crack, she felt an unbearable pressure. She felt her existence being torn apart, and every part of her consciousness disappeared into the cracks, turning into an untouchable nothingness.

"What you're experiencing isn't destruction, but rebirth." The voice carried a deep tone. "These cracks are the marks of your countless rebirths. Every time you think you've reached the end, you've only entered a new cycle. And this will never stop."

Shen Yiyao's consciousness trembled violently, her existence becoming blurred, as if she had long since lost herself in this endless chasm. "Rebirth?" she croaked. "Then, what's the point of all this? If I keep repeating myself, how do I know... I'm still alive?"

"You have never died." The voice whispered on the wind. "Everything you have experienced is an unstoppable dream. All your pain, all your struggles, are illusions, stories you have woven for yourself. The 'liberation' you seek is nothing more than an escape from yourself."

Shen Yiyao's mind began to crumble, these words eroding every inch of her consciousness like poison. She tried to break free from this illusion, but every struggle was futile. Her existence was swallowed by this rift, losing all boundaries and meaning.

"Is this my destined fate?" Shen Yiyao's voice was almost a whisper, "I will never be able to escape this endless dream."

"You never escaped." The voice seemed to become softer. "You simply... entered one dream into another. From one void into another. And all of this is destined to have no end."

Just as Shen Yiyao's consciousness was about to completely collapse, the cracks suddenly changed. They were no longer empty, but began to expand, forming an immense vortex that seemed to draw her consciousness in. She tried to resist, but the force was too strong, and almost instantly sucked her in.

Her consciousness was pulled into the depths of the vortex, into a completely unfamiliar dimension. In this dimension, she was no longer an individual, nor any form of existence. She was just a speck of dust in the void, a fragment of a dream that never began.

"What... is this?" Her consciousness whispered, her voice filled with unspeakable confusion and absurdity.

"This is your true end." The voice finally became clear. "You never really existed. You are just a part of this illusion. You never had a 'beginning' and you never have an 'end'."

Chapter 166: Soul Rift, Eternal Reversal