My Longevity Simulation - Chapter 1801

Chapter 1777 True or False

. The moment all starlight was swallowed up,

all images and sounds from outside vanished.

A pure, utter darkness enveloped Zhang Fan.

Nothing existed besides Zhang Fan.

Even the concept of time ceased to exist.

After a long period of dead silence, a faint, mumbling voice suddenly echoed in Zhang Fan’s ears.

Against the backdrop of the utter silence, it sounded like thunder.

“This is…”

Zhang Fan felt the voice was strangely familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

Only a moment had passed since all things returned to the divine, but to Zhang Fan, it felt like an infinite amount of time had passed.

Even his memories began to decay and blur.

He instinctively wanted to listen closely.

It was like the sudden chirping of a cicada, followed by a chorus of voices.

A moment ago, it was a mere whisper, the next, it became a resounding, magnificent melody.

“Xuanyuan Hong, the Slayer of Life, the Angler…”

Names, both familiar and unfamiliar, surfaced in Zhang Fan’s mind.

He couldn’t help but hesitate.

Zhang Fan couldn’t remember who these people were.

But their shouts, hoarse and raucous, seemed to be desperately trying to tell him something.

Sensing their emotions, Zhang Fan tried to calm himself, to block out the distracting noises.

But things went against his will.

Soon, these familiar voices were drowned out by the flood of voices.

New voices began to emerge.

Both familiar and unfamiliar.

So familiar that Zhang Fan could easily name them, yet so unfamiliar that no memory of them remained in his mind.

Zhang Fan had a vague sense of something amiss.

“I…”

“Decomposing?”

In that instant, Zhang Fan was plunged into immense doubt and bewilderment.

He suddenly remembered his goal:

to slay a god.

His past ambitions were still vivid in his mind. After his triumphant conquest of mountains and seas and the destruction of stars, his realm, strength, and character had reached their peak.

He was fully prepared to face the rumored fallen true god.

But he never expected…

to find the true God.

What greeted him was only endless loneliness and darkness.

A moment passed, forever.

His body and consciousness began to decay and wither.

And within him, everything he had once devoured, began to revive.

All this was drastically different from what he had imagined.

As if deceived, Zhang Fan felt a surge of fury.

“Get out!”

“Get out!”

he roared in rage.

Yet, even he couldn’t hear the sound.

The dark void, unchanging,

silently swallowed Zhang Fan like icy water.

In that instant, Zhang Fan felt the bone-chilling chill of the darkness before him.

He felt himself suddenly weakened. The very soil around him, upon which he depended for survival, was rapidly disappearing. He instinctively gasped for air,

but it was powerless to reverse the trend.

The constant noises in his ears grew thicker,

like a dark cloud, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Zhang Fan felt like a dying beast.

Losing all strength, unable to struggle, he lay on the ground.

He was left to blaze under the scorching sun, his body decaying, gnawed by flies.

“I am dying,”

a sudden realization crossed his mind.

Then, a surge of resentment welled up within Zhang Fan.

“I’ve toiled so hard, rising step by step from an ant-like clone to this point. Devouring my true self, swallowing mountains and seas, destroying lone stars. Nearly becoming a god!”

“How could I die so inexplicably?”

Zhang Fan waved his hands in anger, trying to ward off the flies circling his body.

But his outstretched arms only became a breeding ground for the flies.

Far from improving the situation, they only made the sounds around him louder.

Like a torrent .

Despite his immense resentment, Zhang Fan felt his own existence weakening, his death inexorably approaching.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a chilling chewing sound.

It was as if a massive creature in the darkness was silently devouring him.

Compared to those tiny flies, “He” ate slowly and gracefully.

There was even a hint of amusement, quietly admiring the fall of Zhang Fan, the “new god.”

Like being doused with a basin of ice water on a winter’s day, the boundless rage within Zhang Fan instantly extinguished.

Only fear remained.

At that moment, no thought of resistance remained in his mind.

The only thing that remained was a desperate struggle to escape from its maw.

But “He”‘s feeding was undeniable, a fate impossible to escape.

Zhang Fan could only watch, with uncanny clarity, as every inch of his body was gnawed, crushed, and swallowed.

Then, digested.

Everything he had consumed was lost in this invisible digestion.

In the end, all that remained was Zhang Fan himself.

The next moment, even Zhang Fan himself would be completely consumed.

Freed from the restraints and burdens of other things, Zhang Fan suddenly felt a renewed hope for life.

He had forgotten much, almost everything.

But there was one thing he remembered.

“Real…”

“True or false…”

It was like a lamp lit in the darkness, even if it was shaky, it briefly illuminated Zhang Fan’s lost thoughts.

“True or false…Dao Hen?”

He vaguely remembered a world where truth and falsehood were brewing.

Birth was but a thread away, yet, trapped between mountains and seas, he could never achieve it.

During his journey to godhood, he hadn’t devoured that world. He

simply allowed it to transform.

“It’s still there!”

As if seeing hope, the remaining remnants of Zhang Fan were completely ignited by the flames.

He strained to open his eyes, seeking the only possible refuge from the boundless darkness.

“There!”

His memories revived, and soon Zhang Fan found his destination.

An eternal world drifted in silence.

It seemed to have been there since birth,

unchanged from eternity.

The darkness silently devoured him, yet it treated him as nothing.

Like finding a last resort, Zhang Fan’s remaining consciousness resisted the devouring forces of the outside world and soon reached that eternal world.

It was a small corner, but it brought Zhang Fan unprecedented peace of mind.

All external threats vanished in an instant, and Zhang Fan had managed to survive.

The darkness receded, and time regained its meaning.

Zhang Fan became powerful again.

After all, it was a being that had once devoured entire mountains and seas, even absorbing lone stars.

Even a mere remnant was enough to qualify as “powerful.”

He slowly regained his composure.

What he had just experienced was like a nightmare.

Even now, Zhang Fan couldn’t comprehend what had happened.

But the familiar aura of [true and false] emanating from this eternal world gave him a sense of peace.

His sanity gradually returned.

“Did it actually succeed?”

This was the first normal thought that came to Zhang Fan’s mind.