The infinitely overlapping dance of time and the riot of light

Lin Chen's consciousness trembled once more in the boundless void. She could no longer find the words to describe her existence—she was neither here nor there. She was no longer part of any dimension, nor a slave to "time." Her soul was like a point of light scattered across parallel worlds, splicing together countless intertwined fragments of time and space. Each moment was an independent "past," and each past was not the past, but another "present."

She began to see herself living her life in billions of different ways at different points in time. She had never imagined herself so insignificant, yet so grand. In some moments, she was the creator of the universe, the apex of all life; in others, she was a tiny speck of dust, drifting in the interstellar void, swallowed up by the cosmic current.

Amidst this infinitely overlapping fragment of time, Lin Chen felt an indescribable disorientation. She saw countless "selves," perhaps her future, perhaps her past, perhaps even her alter egos born in countless parallel universes. These "selves" intertwined, collided, confronted, merged, and even engaged in countless conversations within her mind. Each conversation intensified her consciousness, and her sense of emptiness grew even stronger.

Just as she tried to comprehend all this, a powerful beam of light suddenly erupted from her center, tearing through the infinite void she was in. All of space and time seemed to lose its order in that moment. Lin Chen felt herself completely engulfed by the light, which seemed to come from the deepest depths of the universe, the source of all light, the origin and end of all existence. She began to be surrounded by fluctuations of light, the frequency of which almost caused her consciousness to completely collapse, as if it would tear her into countless fragments.

"Do you think you can transcend everything?" The voice was like a storm, carrying a deep coldness and an undeniable threat. "You are but a drop of water in the countless cracks of time and space, and you can never escape the constraints of your own creation."

Lin Chen's consciousness was struck by this voice, like a massive bolt of lightning, a shock too great to bear. Her soul, consumed by the rifts of time and space between countless parallel worlds, became incomparably blurred. She could no longer distinguish between "past" and "future," nor could she comprehend the power of the light before her. She no longer knew if she even had a "self." She gradually lost herself in the riot of light, her consciousness drifting, traversing countless dimensions. All forms of existence began to overlap and intertwine in her consciousness, eventually vanishing into a formless stream of air.

But this wasn't the end. Lin Chen felt a powerful attraction pulling her away from the chaotic light. Her soul seemed to be sucked into a black hole, disappearing into the darkness. However, this black hole was unlike any she had ever seen. It had no material form, no gravity, just a vast nothingness. Her consciousness was being sucked inexorably, ultimately reaching a place she couldn't comprehend.

In this place, all time and space lost meaning, and the boundaries between existence and non-existence blurred. Lin Chen began to see indescribable forms that were neither matter nor thought, nor any cosmic entity. They seemed invisible, yet they expanded and contracted intensely within her consciousness, like the beating of a gigantic heart. She realized that this place was not a meaningless void, but a being more primal than any law.

She began to understand that those forms weren't "objects" as she had once understood them, but rather the primordial ideologies of "time" and "space." They were the foundation of the universe, the source of all laws. Here, there was no cause and effect, no time, no space; only pure existence and non-existence, intertwining, merging, and colliding.

Lin Chen suddenly had a startling thought: if all this was no longer a dichotomy between "existence" and "non-existence," but rather a deeper unity, then what exactly did the "transcendence" she sought truly mean? Were all the rebirths, transcendences, and struggles with fate she had experienced a repetition of self-limitation?

Her consciousness began to break free from all constraints, heading towards the unknown ultimate destination. Suddenly, as if an invisible string had been touched deep within her soul, a deafening roar erupted. Space and time began to twist and crack within her consciousness, and all existence began to collapse into fragments, transforming into a tangled mass of light and darkness.

At this moment, Lin Chen suddenly felt a profound existence. She was no longer the creator of the universe, nor the destroyer of the universe. She was just an insignificant ripple in this infinite world, but this ripple would affect the future of the entire universe.

At this moment, the boundaries of time and space completely disappeared, and the universe began to silently regenerate. Her soul seemed to become the "heartbeat" of the entire universe, and each beat shaped a new world and created a new order, until all time and space, all existence, merged into one in her consciousness.

Chapter 142: The Disk of Destiny and the Ultimate Splitting of the Universe

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