My Longevity Simulation - Chapter 1804

Chapter 1780 God Returns

. Even those about to become true gods find survival in this darkness incredibly difficult. Let alone that eternal world.

Like a flame extinguished, it offers no resistance.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan’s clone, possessing the power of truth and falsehood, can shift the tide and revive the dead with a single thought.

But…

that’s all he can do.

Just like the mountains and seas. The new ship, upon which the God-Creators placed such high hopes, had barely set sail when it was caught in the same endless cycle of reincarnation.

In fact, its plight was far more brutal than that of the mountains and seas!

Given the sheer size of the mountains and seas, each cycle could stretch on for eons.

Endless changes, the growth and development of life.

Yet, the new ship the God-Creators inhabited…

could only last a few breaths.

Each time it returned to the moment it had detached from the mountains and seas, it faltered like a candle in a gust of wind, fading.

A moment later, it was completely extinguished, reset by the power of truth and falsehood, returning to the moment of detachment.

And so on and so forth.

If, amidst the cycle of mountains and seas, those who achieved divine power could rest in peace, relying on the vast passage of time for eons, aboard the Xinzhou, they were trapped in a recurring cycle of death.

There was no hope, no future.

No reincarnation, only eternity.

In the cold, dead darkness, there was no concept of time.

But from Zhang Fan’s perspective, the candlelight had flickered for millions of times.

From that moment on, Zhang Fan had sensed the faint urge for liberation emanating from his clone.

But Zhang Fan’s response was, “No.”

In darkness, decay was inevitable.

Fortunately, the flickering candlelight on the Xinzhou served as a warm anchor, significantly slowing Zhang Fan’s decay.

“Don’t blame me! This is the only way to try to survive.”

These thoughts flashed through Zhang Fan’s mind as he struggled in the darkness.

Initially, he felt a wave of guilt, but soon regained his resolve.

“To escape fate, someone must sacrifice.”

“Don’t worry, just wait for me. Like a true god, I will bear through this darkness…”

Using the light of the lamp as a guide, Zhang Fan struggled to survive.

Slowly, he gained a new understanding of the darkness around him.

This was the universe’s most primal, fundamental form, its first and final state.

The place where everything was born and perished.

“Even true gods cannot change this cycle of life and death. They can only maintain their existence through [true] and [false] magical powers.”

“If even gods are like this, what about others?”

“All creatures in the mountains and seas, even those who have become gods, are merely derivatives of a portion of the power of gods. Without the protection of true and false gods, they cannot last a moment.”

“…”

The candlelight, acting as an anchor, could only delay, not stop, the decay.

Zhang Fan smelled the odor of decay on himself again.

“Saints, mountains and seas, divine visitors, stars.”

“We are all but fleeting visitors on a grander stage, one after another, a lively spectacle.”

“But there must be a curtain call.”

“The only thing that can rise from extinction is God.”

“Because that is the initial anchor of truth and falsehood.”

A myriad of voices murmured in his mind.

Zhang Fan, however, lost his initial panic. He gazed at the distant lights, striving to maintain a calm mind.

“It’s like anchoring me for a year.”

“No matter what happens during the cycle of reincarnation, a single thought will return me to the predetermined moment.”

“God is truly the true master of the Great Dao of Truth and Falsehood. His mastery of Truth and Falsehood surpasses mine. No thought is needed to activate it. As long as everything perishes and the divine demise is fulfilled, it will be triggered.”

“Return to the original anchor point, when the True God still existed.”

“And the true environment of the universe is the absolute foundation for the plan’s execution.”

“Even God himself relies on truth and falsehood to survive. Everything else born of God naturally cannot escape this fate.”

“No matter what, they will perish within the realm of truth and falsehood, ushering in the return of the True God.”

“My repeated returns to the True Truth were merely small cycles within the greater cycle.”

“…”

The clamor grew louder, making Zhang Fan unable to think clearly.

But a sense of despair instinctively welled up within him.

He seemed to be facing a dead end.

To escape the cycle of reincarnation set in motion by the True God, the only way he could think of was to invalidate the laws of truth and falsehood, and deactivate the True God anchor point.

But by now, Zhang Fan already knew that even truth and falsehood themselves were subject to the flux of truth and falsehood.

He was merely the temporary holder of the Great Dao of Truth and Falsehood after the fall of a True God.

How could he rewrite the rules of truth and falsehood?

“The only thing I can do is to return to truth again and again, lingering on for a brief moment of survival. Just like…”

Zhang Fan once again looked at the nearby light.

“Different

paths, same destination, no difference.” Billions of years, a few breaths.

At first glance, the two seemed like heaven and earth. But if the number of reincarnations were extended to infinity, there was no difference between them.

Both were nothing but pitiful creatures struggling endlessly.

“It’s pointless…”

The smell of decay grew stronger, and Zhang Fan’s mind was gradually overwhelmed by the rising cacophony of voices.

“Forget it, go now.”

He granted his clone, Zhang Xiaofan, his wish for “liberation. “

When the tiny light, which had flickered for hundreds of millions of times, finally died, the destruction that befell Zhang Fan became even more swift.

He instinctively wanted to see it come true, but countless images surfaced in his mind, all of which he, or perhaps his own, had experienced.

Zhang Fan’s interest began to wane.

“It’s pointless…”

Despair and utter emptiness enveloped Zhang Fan, causing him to completely ignore the sense of crisis brought on by his impending demise. He

accepted death calmly and serenely.

His attention was no longer focused on himself.

Instead, he pondered the master of [True or False], the former true god.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan felt something was amiss.

“If everything is predetermined, then why did He go to all the trouble to capture an outsider like me?”

Zhang Fan suddenly felt puzzled.

Then, a sudden realization hit him: “Outsiders possess a trait not even gods possess. That is the ability to maintain self-transformation while remaining unchanged.”

“Gods, like all living beings in the mountains and seas, seek to break this endless cycle of reincarnation. That’s why I came here.”

“His purpose…”

Zhang Fan thought of many things at once.

He thought of the original deity’s scattered clones, his desire for change.

He thought of the fragments in his own consciousness and memories.

“I see.”

Zhang Fan should have been furious.

But at this moment, he was unusually calm.

“To escape fate, someone must sacrifice,”

he murmured.

He had previously said this to his clone, Zhang Xiaofan, but this time, he was speaking to himself.

With Zhang Fan’s temperament, making such a decision was not easy.

He struggled for a long time, his frown finally relaxing.

“Then, I will fall back into the divine realm.”

Zhang Fan, now fearless of death. Because he knew that after his demise, his true self would reappear.

The sky-high decay completely engulfed Zhang Fan.

The clamor ceased abruptly.

A god was born.

A god returned.