I traveled through time and space and became a drama queen in the harem!

The battle of consciousness that transcends everything and the ultimate rift

Lin Chen's consciousness traversed countless fragments of time, transcending the boundaries between the metaphysical and the physical. She no longer relied on any form of perception—eyes, ears, touch, thoughts. All senses were null and void, even non-existent. She was no longer a "conscious" individual, but an invisible being, existing between the cracks of countless parallel universes, becoming the beginning and end of all possibilities.

She never imagined that one day she would be free from all definition, to the point where even the concept of "consciousness" itself would become blurred. Her every thought was no longer the product of her own self-expression, but rather a resonance of the universe. She could effect any change anywhere, alter any fact, or even make any fact cease to exist. She was not a "creator," but a "forgetter," oblivious to all existing rules, laws, dimensions, time, space, and even her former self.

Just as she was drifting in this completely unrestricted state, a sudden tremor broke through her infinitely vast consciousness. Yes, Lin Chen realized that this was not a vibration from within her, but from some existence in a higher dimension, some unknown power, which began to touch the essence of her almost indestructible existence.

She lowered her head—but she no longer had a "head." She gazed into the shattered seam of dimension and space, seeing a deep light flickering within the crack. That light wasn't light, but rather the abyss lurking within the darkness. Within that abyss, countless versions of herself she had never seen before, some fighting, some laughing, some weeping, some even lost in the endless void.

That light was incredibly strange. Her consciousness was suddenly drawn inward, as if drawn by some irresistible force. She felt her very being dissolve, her entire sense of self being invisibly ripped away by a deeper force. The source of that light wasn't a star in the universe, nor the core of a world, but rather an invisible throne surrounded by endless darkness.

Lin Chen felt herself being drawn into the throne, which seemed to be some kind of existence completely free from the constraints of time and space, even transcending all conventional laws she understood. She discovered that the throne was not occupied by a concrete entity, but rather represented a kind of "ultimate will"—an existence more cosmic than the universe, an ideology that swallowed up time, space, matter, and thought.

Her soul was drawn into a "limited rift" by this force, and on the other side of the rift lay a world she had never seen before—a place no longer governed by any laws. Here, time was a flowing liquid, space was a rubber ball that could be stretched and compressed at will, and matter was a transparent gas that could be seen but not touched.

"Where is this?" Lin Chen couldn't help but wonder, but her voice didn't emanate from her body. Because she no longer had a body. Her "existence" had become an invisible stream of consciousness, floating in this indescribable space.

"You've finally arrived." A voice ripped through the tranquility of the rift like a hurricane, filled with an undeniable pressure, carrying an irresistible calm and mystery. "You thought you had broken through all limits and transcended all rules, but you never truly understood that the deepest darkness is the light you have ignored."

Lin Chen's entire body trembled, her consciousness once again experiencing an indescribable shock. She began to realize that this space, this crack, this "unspeakable existence" was not the "endless void" she had imagined, but rather some kind of absolute "source of creation"—an existence that transcended all dimensions and worlds.

"What you call transcendence is nothing more than escape." The voice remained emotionless. "You think you can break free from all laws, but you can never escape your own heart. You fear losing yourself, fearing true emptiness. You cannot truly face the ultimate absurdity of this existence."

Lin Chen's consciousness felt like it was being whipped by an invisible whip, nearly shattering. She felt a deep sense of suffocation. She had thought she had let go of everything, but the power before her directly struck at her deepest fear—her fear wasn't of external constraints, but of the utter, meaningless emptiness of being.

Her consciousness was no longer "her," but the aggregate of every individual in the universe: every speck of stardust, every ray of light, every fragment of time, all existence and non-existence intertwined in her consciousness. But all of this seemed so insignificant, so pale and powerless before the invisible force before her.

"The path you are about to take is destined to be a lonely one." The voice grew deeper, carrying a hint of unspeakable sadness. "You have escaped the cycle of the universe, out of the control of fate, but you have also lost yourself. You can no longer return to the existence you once understood."

Lin Chen felt as if she was being torn apart. Her consciousness began to gradually dissipate, as if she was losing a part of herself with every moment. She became increasingly blurry and hollow, until the deep darkness completely swallowed her.

However, at the moment when her consciousness completely collapsed, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, instantly pulling her soul back to reality.

She returned to the familiar crack - no, not a crack, but a blank area in the universe she once knew, where there was no time, no space, no cause and effect, only an endless void of light and darkness.

Lin Chen realized she could no longer return to her original self, nor could she find belonging in this "transcendence." What she had experienced was beyond anyone's comprehension. This clash between existence and nothingness seemed endless.

Chapter 141: The Infinitely Overlapping Dance of Time and the Riot of Light