ragginovel Chapter 1780 The Return of the Gods
Chapter 1780 The Return of the Gods
Chapter 1780 The Return of the Gods
Even those who aspire to become true gods find survival incredibly difficult in this darkness. Let alone that eternal world.
Like a light going out, it cannot be resisted in the slightest.
Fortunately, Zhang Fan had a clone who could switch between real and fake, and with a single thought, he could turn the tide and revive the dying embers.
but……
That's all he could do.
Just like mountains and seas. The new ship, on which the gods placed high hopes, had just set sail when it fell into the same endless cycle.
In fact, their situation is far more cruel than that of mountains and seas!
With the sheer size of mountains and seas, each cycle can last for hundreds of billions of years.
Endless variables, the proliferation and evolution of living beings.
However, the new ship where the gods were located...
But it can only last for a few breaths.
Each time I return to the moment I escaped the mountains and seas, I am like a candle flickering in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse.
It went out completely after a moment, and was reset by [True or False], returning to the moment of departure.
And so on and on.
If the immortals could lie peacefully in the cycle of mountains and seas, relying on billions of years of endless existence, then on the new ship, they were trapped in a vicious cycle of endless death.
There is no hope, no future.
There is no reincarnation, only endless suffering.
In the cold, deathly darkness, there is no concept of time.
But from Zhang Fan's perspective, the candlelight had flickered millions of times.
From the moment he reached the millionth time, Zhang Fan sensed a faint desire for liberation emanating from his clone.
But Zhang Fan's reply was "No."
Being in darkness makes it impossible to avoid a corrupt end.
Fortunately, the flickering candlelight on the new boat acted as a warm anchor, greatly slowing down Zhang Fan's decay process.
"Don't blame me, this is the only way to try to survive."
As he struggled in the darkness, such thoughts would occasionally flash through Zhang Fan's mind.
I felt a little guilty at first, but I quickly became determined again.
"To escape fate, someone has to make a sacrifice."
"Don't worry, just wait for me, and I will overcome this darkness like a true god..."
Guided by the light of lamps, Zhang Fan struggled to survive.
Gradually, he gained a new understanding of the darkness around him.
This is the most original, fundamental, and initial, and final form of the universe.
The place where everything is conceived and destroyed.
"Even a true god cannot change this cycle of life and death. He can only maintain his existence by using the supernatural powers of 'true' and 'false'."
"If even the gods are like this, what about others?"
"All living beings in the mountains and seas, even those who become gods, are merely derived from a portion of the power of the gods. Without the protection of the true and the false, they cannot last even a moment."
"..."
A candle flame, acting as an anchor, can only delay, not stop, the trend of decay.
Zhang Fan smelled the rotten odor on himself again.
"Saints, mountains and seas, divine guests, stars."
"We are all just fleeting passersby on a bigger stage, one after another taking the stage, it's quite a lively scene."
"But eventually, the curtain will fall."
"The only thing that can be reborn from extinction is God."
"Because that is the initial anchor point for [truth and falsehood]."
In my mind, a thousand sounds rustled and rose up at once.
Zhang Fan, however, was no longer flustered as he had been the first time. He gazed at the distant lights, trying his best to maintain a calm mind.
"Just like anchoring a year for me."
"No matter what happens in the cycle of reincarnation, as long as you have a single thought, you will return to the predetermined moment."
"God truly deserves to be the master of the Dao of Truth and Falsehood. His application of [truth and falsehood] is even more advanced than mine. There is no need to activate it with a thought; as long as everything perishes and the conditions for God's demise are met, it can be triggered."
"Returning to the time when the [True God] still existed, to the initial anchor point moment."
"And the real world environment is the absolute foundation upon which the plan will be implemented."
"Even God himself needs to rely on truth and falsehood to survive. Everything else born of God is naturally even less able to escape this fate."
"In any case, they will perish in the midst of truth and falsehood. The true God will return."
"My past attempts to achieve true reality were nothing more than creating smaller cycles within the larger cycle."
"..."
The noise grew louder and louder, making it difficult for Zhang Fan to concentrate.
But a sense of despair instinctively welled up within him.
He seemed to be facing a dead end.
The only way he could think of to escape the cycle of reincarnation set up by the true god was to invalidate the true and false, and to invalidate the anchor point of the true god.
But Zhang Fan now knows that even the truth and falsehood themselves cannot escape the changes between them.
He was merely a temporary holder of the true and false Dao after the fall of the true god.
How can we rewrite the rules of "true or false"?
"The only thing we can do is to keep going, clinging to life, in order to survive for a short time. Just like..."
Zhang Fan looked again at the lights not far away.
"Different paths lead to the same destination; there is no difference between them."
Billions of years have passed, but only a few breaths have elapsed.
At first glance, the two seem worlds apart. But if the number of reincarnations is extended to infinity, then there is no difference between them.
They're all just pathetic creatures struggling endlessly.
"It's meaningless..."
The stench of decay grew stronger, and Zhang Fan's mind was gradually consumed by the rising noise.
"Alright, you may go now."
He granted Zhang Xiaofan's wish to "seek liberation".
After the tiny light that had shone hundreds of millions of times finally went out, the destruction that awaited Zhang Fan became even more swift.
Instinctively, he wanted to realize it, but countless images surfaced in his mind, all of which were things he, or the original self, had experienced.
Zhang Fan felt somewhat disheartened.
"It's pointless..."
Despair and utter nothingness enveloped Zhang Fan, making him completely oblivious to the sense of crisis brought about by his impending demise.
To die peacefully and calmly.
His attention was no longer focused on himself.
Instead, he began to ponder the master of the "true and false," the former true god.
Suddenly, Zhang Fan felt a vague sense of unease.
"If everything is already set in stone, then what is the point of Him going to such lengths to capture me, an outsider?"
Zhang Fan suddenly felt puzzled.
Then it dawned on him: "Those who live outside the realm of civilization possess a characteristic that even gods do not have. That is, they can maintain their own changes while remaining true to themselves."
"God, like all living beings in the mountains and seas, is trying to break this endless cycle of reincarnation. That is why I came into being."
"His purpose..."
Zhang Fan instantly thought of many things.
I thought of the original deity's ability to spread his avatars everywhere and his desire for change.
I thought of the fragmented parts of my conscious memory.
"I see."
Zhang Fan should have felt angry.
But at this moment, he was unusually calm.
"To escape fate, someone has to make a sacrifice."
He murmured the same sentence repeatedly.
Previously, he had spoken to his clone Zhang Xiaofan, but this time, he was speaking to himself.
Given Zhang Fan's personality, making such a decision was no easy task.
After struggling for a long time, his furrowed brows finally relaxed.
"Then, they will fall back to the end of God."
At this moment, Zhang Fan was not afraid of death. Because he knew that after his demise, his true self would surely reappear.
The towering decay completely engulfed Zhang Fan.
The noise stopped abruptly.
A new life has been created.
A god has returned.