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

The twist of fate, the strange revelation of the truth

"boom--!"

A deafening roar shattered the endless silence, and the void cracked again, shattering space like a broken mirror. Shen Yiyao's body felt as if ripped apart by a tremendous force, and the world before her transformed into countless swirling points of light and twisted lines. Her consciousness seemed to have escaped her body, entering an extremely strange dimension where there was no matter, no time, and even no space. There was only an infinitely extending vortex of light and darkness.

"Who are you?" Shen Yiyao's voice was a little hoarse, but it was extremely firm. She began to feel a sense of oppression she had never felt before, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at her from all directions.

"We?" The voice sneered, yet it lacked any form. It came from all directions simultaneously, like a whisper from an infinite dimension. "You, lesser beings, will never understand the world we control."

Shen Yiyao glared at them, the dragon sword in her hand flashing with a cold light, as if ready to cut through anything at any moment. She suppressed her fear and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"We," the voice sounded again, but this time, it seemed to carry an indescribable smile. "We are the weavers of fate, those beings abandoned in the depths of the universe, controlling the flow of all time and space. The world you understand is nothing but an illusion we have created for you. Every choice you experience, every decision you make, is part of our meticulous design."

A trace of astonishment flashed across Shen Yiyao's eyes: "Are you controlling my fate?"

"Destiny?" The voice's laughter grew increasingly strange. "What you call 'fate' is nothing but a joke. Your 'choices' are actually seeds we deliberately planted in your lives. Every time you think you've broken free, you've only entered another level of the game. You can't escape our control at all."

Shen Yiyao was instantly filled with an indescribable shock. Was this all just a lie they had carefully woven? She had never imagined that everything she had experienced, even the fate she had always believed she could break, was actually just a huge scam?

"Who are you?" Her voice trembled slightly, but she was unwilling to lower her head.

"We are—" the voice paused, as if in thought. "We are the God of Time, the Masters of Space, and the Creators of Destiny. You are but a thread in the web of fate. Every choice we make can change everything for you."

"Then why don't you just let us disappear? Can't you control everything?" Shen Yiyao asked unwillingly.

"Hahahaha!" The voice suddenly erupted in a joyful laugh, shaking the very void. "Disappear? Do you think we could do such a thing? Disappearing might be a relief for you 'pawns,' but for us, disappearance means failure. And we have never failed. You will always be our playthings, until your last moment."

A flicker of despair flashed across Shen Yiyao's eyes, but her heart remained strong. She knew that if she gave in, nothing would ever end. She gripped the Dragon Sword tightly, determined not to bow to anyone again.

"You want me to surrender, but you underestimated me!" Shen Yiyao's voice was like the sound of a war drum. Her body trembled violently. The dragon sword emitted an unprecedented brilliance, and the sword body vibrated violently, as if to tear the entire space apart.

"Hmph!" the voice snorted coldly, "Do you think you can break the web of fate we have woven? You are merely a part of countless reincarnations. Any struggle will ultimately be futile."

Shen Yiyao didn't say anything else. Her eyes became empty and cold, as if she had completely gotten rid of the interference of the outside world. She focused all her will on the sword, closed her eyes tightly, and focused on the power in her heart.

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. Shen Yiyao felt her body and soul merge into one, her consciousness traversing the void, entering a profoundly abstract dimension. Her vision was no longer darkness or light, but countless intertwined threads, like the trajectory of fate in the universe, intricately woven into an unsolvable web.

"Is this what you call the 'web of fate'?" Shen Yiyao whispered softly, with a hint of fanaticism in her eyes.

"No!" The voice suddenly became extremely angry. "You can't understand. All this is far beyond your imagination. What you see is far more than just fragments of fate. They are the true face of the endless cycle of reincarnation. You cannot escape!"

However, Shen Yiyao was not frightened by this voice. She suddenly opened her eyes, and an unprecedented light ignited in her eyes. "I want to break this!" Her voice was as cold as a knife.

Chapter 69: The Core of Destruction, the Absurd Truth of Fate