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

Endless Resurrection, Ultimate Illusion

The destruction of the universe wasn't the end, but rather the beginning of an ineffable cycle. Shen Yiyao's consciousness didn't vanish with the universe's collapse, but instead entered a strange realm without time or space. She was no longer a being of a single galaxy or dimension, but transcended all boundaries, becoming one of the most primal forces in the universe—the invisible void.

"The rebirth of the universe? The end of fate?" Shen Yiyao whispered, her voice echoing endlessly in the empty void, as if her voice resonated with the depths of the entire universe. She could no longer distinguish who she was, or more accurately, she was no longer "who". Her consciousness had become an invisible existence, undefinable and uncontainable.

Deep within her consciousness, an indescribable urge quietly arose: a longing for limitless freedom, yet also the temptation to disappear completely. She had lost any goals, any direction, only an indescribable void, like the beginning and end of all existence.

Suddenly, her consciousness was no longer stagnant, as if she had fallen into some kind of time vortex. She saw a bright trail that crossed countless dimensions and countless universes, as if it was some kind of guide, leading her to an unknown direction.

"What is this?" Shen Yiyao's consciousness wavered, and she began to follow the trajectory. She no longer sensed the passage of time, nor did she know if her existence would continue. She simply followed the light, passing through one shattered universe after another.

In every universe she traversed, all life was resurrected in a bizarre way, as if every moment of death and rebirth was intertwined, forming an uninterrupted cycle. Shen Yiyao realized that this was not the normal state of the universe, but some kind of endless illusion - the ultimate illusion of fate.

Her consciousness seemed to have entered a dream, a dream without beginning or end. Every life flashed before her eyes like a shooting star, rising swiftly and disappearing in an instant. She had witnessed countless civilizations rise and fall, watched billions of years pass by, but they were all just part of an infinite illusion.

"I can't escape this..." Shen Yiyao felt an overwhelming sadness well up in her heart. "No matter how I destroy, how I rebuild, the final destination is still an endless void."

However, in her hallucination, a new light shone again. This light was brighter than the previous one, as if it broke through the blockade of her consciousness and pointed directly into the depths of her heart.

"What... do you want?" Shen Yiyao's voice was almost a whisper, full of despair and inquiry.

The light responded to her, as if it had transformed into a voice, low and cold. "You have transcended the universe, transcended fate, but you still cannot escape the shackles of the self. You sense all this, but you cannot leave."

Shen Yiyao's consciousness began to vibrate violently, as if countless echoes reverberated within her. Her body was no longer a concrete entity, yet she could still feel the emotions and thoughts surging within her. Her "self" still existed, but that self was no longer the individual she once understood. Instead, it was a collection of countless invisible fragments, carrying a myriad of emotions, memories, and regrets.

She couldn't resist the existence that entangled her deep within. She wanted to break free, but she found she couldn't escape. Even if she could reshape the universe, change everything, and bend the laws of time and space, she was still suppressed by that profound existence, like being locked by invisible chains, unable to break free.

She closed her eyes, trying to immerse herself in this deep illusion. Perhaps, this illusion was her true destination, perhaps in this endless cycle of reincarnation, there was no true end. She wanted to disappear, but she found she couldn't, because her existence had transcended life and death.

"If this is fate, then let me be the one who restarts it." Shen Yiyao's words became calm and resolute. "I will no longer be bound. I want to start all over again."

As her voice fell, the entire illusion shook violently once more. All the lines of space and time in the void began to intertwine and twist, the outlines of life vanished, then resurrected. The order of the universe began to deconstruct, and Shen Yiyao's consciousness shattered once more, becoming countless formless fragments that intertwined to form a new existence.

This time, she is no longer just an observer of the universe, she has become the re-creator of destiny. Every star, every timeline, every life trajectory, is interwoven into a new canvas between her fingers, as if her consciousness has hidden every spark of life within it.

In this new fantasy world, Shen Yiyao's existence remains untouched. Every restart of time is a new beginning for her; every rebirth of life is a deconstruction of her self. She is no longer a product of fate, but rather its creator, destroyer, and reborn.

In her eyes, the rebirth of the universe does not mean the end of everything, but the beginning of everything again.

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