My Simulated Road to Immortality-Chapter 2385 - 1772: Truth and Falsehood

The moment all Starlight was devoured.

Everything from the outside world, images, sounds, all vanished.

True, pure darkness and silence thoroughly surrounded Zhang Fan.

Aside from Zhang Fan, there was nothing else.

Even the concept of Time ceased to exist.

After a long Death Silence, a muttering, subtle sound suddenly rang in Zhang Fan’s ear.

Amidst the extreme quiet, it was like a thunderclap.

"This is..."

Zhang Fan found the voice inexplicably familiar, yet he couldn’t recall it at the moment.

Though the Return to God had only just passed in a flash, in Zhang Fan’s eyes, it seemed as though countless eternities had gone by.

Even his memory began to decay and blur.

So he instinctively wanted to listen carefully.

Like the sudden chirp of a cicada, then a chorus of thousands.

A moment ago, it was just muttering whispers; the next second, it transformed into a grand, magnificent symphony.

"Xuan Yuanhong, Master of Slaying Destiny, the old fisherman..."

One familiar yet strange name after another emerged in Zhang Fan’s Spirit Consciousness.

Causing him to hesitate somewhat.

Zhang Fan no longer remembered who these people were.

But their hoarse cries seemed urgent, as if they were trying to tell Zhang Fan something.

Feeling these people’s emotions, Zhang Fan tried to calm down, to exclude the influence of other chaotic noises.

But things didn’t go as wished.

Soon, these familiar voices were submerged in the ensuing deluge.

New voices began to appear.

Both familiar and strange.

So familiar that Zhang Fan could blurt out their names, yet strange because there was no memory of them left in his Spirit Consciousness.

Zhang Fan subtly sensed something was wrong.

"Am I..."

"Decaying?"

At that moment, Zhang Fan was plunged into immense confusion and perplexity.

Suddenly, he recalled his goal.

God-slaying.

Ambitious past still vivid in his mind, his triumph after swallowing Mountain Sea and destroying Star, his realm, power, and disposition had all reached their pinnacle state.

He was fully prepared to contend with the rumored fallen True God.

But he never expected...

No True God emerged.

What greeted him was only endless solitude and darkness.

In an instant, forever far.

His body and mind began to decay and decline.

And what was harbored within him, all he had once devoured, began to awaken.

All this was far different from what he had imagined.

As if deceived, a fierce rage suddenly surged within Zhang Fan.

"Come out!"

"You get out here for me!"

He was furious, roaring.

Yet even he couldn’t hear the sound.

The Dark Void remained Eternal and unchanged.

Like cold seawater, silently devouring Zhang Fan.

In that moment, Zhang Fan felt the bone-chilling cold in the darkness before him.

He felt himself suddenly weaken, the soil around him vital for survival was rapidly disappearing. He instinctively wanted to gasp for breath.

But couldn’t reverse this trend.

The sound in his ears grew increasingly dense.

Like dark clouds, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Zhang Fan felt like a dying giant beast.

Exhausted, lying on the ground, unable to struggle.

Beneath the scorching sun, his body decaying, eaten by flies and bugs.

"I am dying."

This realization flashed through his mind.

Then Zhang Fan felt immense unwillingness surging in his heart.

"I struggled painstakingly, growing from an ant-like avatar to present. Consumed the original, swallowed Mountain Sea, destroyed Lone Star. Almost achieved Godhood!"

"How can I die so inexplicably?"

Zhang Fan angrily waved his hand, trying to drive away the flies hovering over his body.

But reaching out his arm, it became a hotbed for flies to grow.

Instead of improving the situation, the surrounding sounds became even louder.

Sounding like a massive tide.

Even with countless types of unwillingness, Zhang Fan also felt his existence becoming weaker, inexorably moving closer to death.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a certain hair-raising chewing sound.

It seemed that in the darkness, a gigantic creature was silently devouring him.

Compared to those tiny flies, its eating was slow and elegant.

Almost playful, quietly appreciating Zhang Fan, the "New God’s" fall.

Like being splashed with ice water in winter, the boundless fury in Zhang Fan’s heart was instantly extinguished.

Only fear remained.

At this moment, no thought arose in his Spirit Consciousness to resist it.

Only desperately wanting to escape from that being’s mouth.

But its feeding was unquestionable, as if fate, impossible to escape.

Zhang Fan could only watch helplessly, vividly seeing every inch of his body being bitten, shredded, swallowed.

Then digested.

Everything he had once devoured was lost in this formless digestion.

Ultimately, only Zhang Fan himself remained.

The next moment, even Zhang Fan himself was about to be completely devoured.

Without the burden of other things, Zhang Fan suddenly surged with hope for life again.

He forgot many things, one could say almost everything.

But there was one thing he still remembered.

"True..."

"True or false..."

Like a lamp lighting up in the darkness, though flickering, it briefly illuminated Zhang Fan’s lost thoughts.

"True or false... Dao Mark?"

He vaguely remembered a world, where [True or False] was being nurtured.

Just a step away from birth, but because of residing in Mountain Sea, it could never succeed.

In his path to proving the Dao and becoming a God, he didn’t swallow that world into his belly.

Just let it change.

"It’s still there!"

As if seeing hope, the remaining part of Zhang Fan was completely ignited.

He struggled to open his eyes, trying to find that one possible refuge in the endless darkness.

"There it is!"

Memory revived, soon Zhang Fan found his target.

An Eternal World, silent and Floating.

As if it had been there since its birth.

Unchanged through the ages.

The soundless feeding in the darkness, ignoring him entirely.

As if finding the final straw to clutch at life, Zhang Fan resisted the external devouring force with his remaining Divine Sense, and soon reached that Eternal World.

Just a corner of it, but it brought Zhang Fan unprecedented peace.

All external threats vanished in an instant, and Zhang Fan indeed survived.

The darkness faded, Time regained its meaning.

Zhang Fan became powerful once more.

After all, he had once devoured the entire Mountain Sea and even absorbed Lone Star.

Even just a remnant was enough to be called "powerful."

He slowly regained his composure.

What he just experienced felt like nothing short of a nightmare.

Even now, Zhang Fan couldn’t fathom what exactly happened.

But the familiar [True or False] aura coming from this Eternal World made him feel deeply reassured.

Reason gradually returned.

"It truly did nurture successfully?"

This was the first reasonable thought that emerged in Zhang Fan’s Spirit Consciousness.