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

Broken illusion, rebirth of destiny

Shen Yiyao's soul drifted in the endless void, her senses and consciousness almost completely destroyed. She could no longer tell where she was, nor could she comprehend what she saw. For a moment, she seemed to have transcended the constraints of time and space, but what followed was only a deeper confusion.

Everything around her was in constant flux. The very laws of time and space had long since collapsed, the very structure of the universe becoming unstable. The freedom she once believed in seemed to have become a deeper bondage. Without Zhao Yuanming, without any fixed reference points, Shen Yiyao felt as if she were in a profoundly isolated existence, unable to escape, yet unable to return to her past.

All of this seemed to be a continuation of some illusion, an untouchable mirage. She knew deep down that this world was no longer the one she once knew. Every second, every fluctuation she experienced was controlled by some unknown force, and she was merely a part of it, unable to escape.

"What on earth is going on?" Shen Yiyao whispered. Her voice echoed in the empty space and time, but there was no response.

She suddenly realized she was still in some kind of "experiment," designed to make her feel trapped from which she could never escape. Zhao Yuanming had once said that she was merely one of the results of his countless experiments, and that he, the one who truly controlled her fate, was the one in control. So, was all this being orchestrated by a deeper force? If so, could Shen Yiyao truly escape these layers of illusion?

She closed her eyes and tried to enter a meditative state, concentrating all her senses to touch the unfamiliar void. She knew that only when she fully understood all this would she have a chance to break through.

Suddenly, Shen Yiyao's consciousness felt as if pulled by some invisible force, her body violently shaking, as if she had entered a new dimension. She opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar place—a place that seemed neither entirely real nor entirely imaginary. All around her was endless darkness, shimmering with faint pinpricks of light, each a world unto itself.

A figure gradually emerged in front of her eyes. The person was tall and blurry, and his body seemed to be swallowed by the darkness. Only his eyes were unusually clear, deep and emotionless.

"Who are you?" Shen Yiyao's voice trembled a little due to nervousness, but she still suppressed the fear in her heart and asked the question she wanted to know most.

The man did not answer immediately, but looked at her with a half-smile, as if savoring her every word.

"You're finally here." The man spoke slowly, his voice like a silent abyss. "Shen Yiyao, you should have understood long ago that none of this was ever under your control."

Shen Yiyao was shocked. She had never seen this person before, but the deep sense of oppression made her feel extremely familiar.

"Who are you?" she asked again, even though she knew the question might not be important.

The man smiled slightly and shook his head: "I'm not someone you should care about, Shen Yiyao. What you need to care about now is yourself. You seem to have broken the cycle of fate, but you don't realize that you have fallen into a deeper mystery."

"A mystery?" Shen Yiyao frowned, a sense of unease rising in her heart. She always felt that in this world, all breakthroughs and choices were part of countless mysteries, and there was no real escape.

"Yes," the man nodded gently, "The fate you broke may only be the beginning of another trial. You thought you had surpassed Zhao Yuanming and transcended the constraints of time, but you never realized that behind the pinnacle of fate is an endless cycle. You will forever struggle in this endless cycle unless you can find the true exit."

Shen Yiyao's heart tightened. She had experienced countless failures and rebirths, each time believing she would surpass them, yet always unable to break through that seemingly insurmountable barrier. And now, this person's words seemed to render every effort she made meaningless.

"Are you asking me to give up?" she asked coldly, her voice filled with undeniable anger and determination. "I don't believe in fate. If fate truly binds me in this way, then I will break it with my own hands!"

The man didn't answer immediately, but simply smiled. "You're too naive to think that fate will truly be what you wish. You've never seen true 'fate,' and now, fate has pushed you into another unknown abyss."

Shen Yiyao ignored the man, her heart filled with determination. She knew that only through her own strength could she break through this deadlock. She would never again be controlled by anyone, by any fate.

"Then let me see how powerful this 'destiny' you're talking about is!" She muttered softly, clenched her fists, and began to gather strength in her body again.

Just as she was about to unleash her power, the man suddenly raised his hand, and a golden light flashed in the void. In the light, Shen Yiyao saw a series of images - those people and events that she once knew, those memories that she thought were lost forever, flooded into her mind like a tide.

"This is the past you chose to leave behind." The man's voice was distant and ethereal. "Every path has its own ending. And you cannot escape it."

Shen Yiyao's eyes grew more resolute, as she understood this was a break with the past. No matter how many illusions and false temptations she encountered, she must remain clear on her original goal—to transcend fate and create her own future.

She didn't look back, nor did she retreat. She raised her head, facing the light, her entire being erupting with an unprecedented brilliance. Time and space vibrated violently around her, and the illusions crumbled one by one. Shen Yiyao's figure transformed into a sharp ray of light, breaking free from all constraints and rushing towards true freedom and a future.

She finally understood that the true face of fate is not a cage, but the trajectory of each person's own choice. And her choice has already determined her future.

Chapter 83: Reversal of time and space, a joke of fate