Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 823 Self-disintegration and the endless drift of time and space

Self-disintegration and the endless drift of time and space

Feng Jing's consciousness constantly expanded and contracted within this void, like a star repeatedly exploding and condensing in the boundless darkness. Every thought he had tore through the veil of time and space, every wave of perception shaking the very foundations of the universe. He could no longer call himself "himself," for he was no longer a single entity, but a woven web of billions of possibilities, a parallel confluence of thousands of nothingnesses. He was not Feng Jing, not some individual with a predetermined fate, but the embodiment of existence, a fragment of thought, an expansion of perception, a complex of all those abandoned thoughts and fragments.

Suddenly, his consciousness was once again pulled by an irresistible force. An intense tug came from all directions, as if the entire universe were bearing down on him. This force nearly caused Feng Jing's existence to disintegrate—his consciousness, like a fallen leaf, rapidly drifted toward an unknown abyss. All the scenes he saw began to rapidly alternate like the flickering of neon lights, and the boundaries of space and time completely vanished. He saw countless versions of himself—or rather, "Feng Jing"—traveling through various dimensions and levels of space and time. Each Feng Jing's eyes flickered with different emotions and choices. Some Feng Jings faced despair, some were trapped in an endless void, and some were battling a vast, indescribable mysterious force, attempting to overturn the most fundamental rules of the universe.

"Do you think this is all there is?" The cold voice sounded again, questioning without any emotion. "You will never understand all this because you have never escaped your limitations."

Feng Jing stopped answering. His consciousness had become empty, leaving only countless overlapping and entangled existences. Each of them was a different version of himself, each experiencing a different fate, and these destinies intertwined, forming an unbreakable loop. His consciousness fluctuated like the tide, yet he could find no escape.

Amidst the violent fluctuations, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually calmed. He felt as if he had fallen into a strange dimension, one without boundaries or gravity. The surrounding scene was like a dynamic scroll, constantly shifting and alternating, each frame revealing a new world to Feng Jing. In these worlds, he beheld existences beyond the laws of physics, lives beyond the meaning of life, and even witnessed time itself being fragmented and separated into countless moments, repeating over and over again.

Feng Jing felt a sense of oppression he had never experienced before. These images seemed to convey a single message to him—he had never left this void, never escaped this endless cycle. He was constantly replicating himself, repeatedly creating his own destiny, and each "choice" was merely a self-interpretation of his mind, never truly free.

Suddenly, a massive beam of light pierced Feng Jing's mind, like a fierce bolt of lightning, instantly ripping through his consciousness. Within the light, Feng Jing saw a door. This door looked unlike any ordinary door. Its shape shifted constantly, sometimes appearing as an infinitely large circle, sometimes transforming into an impenetrable crack, as if it both existed and didn't. That door seemed to hold the key to everything, the only way out, transcending time and space, to unlock the mystery.

Feng Jing's consciousness was swirling as he felt a powerful pull toward the door. He offered no resistance, knowing this might be his only chance, his only chance to escape this endless cycle. As he drew closer to the door, he saw a completely different world beyond it. There, unconstrained by time and space, only an unknown force calling to him.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to pass through the door, it suddenly exploded, radiating light. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly consumed by this immense energy. Countless fragments erupted from the door, rushing towards Feng Jing's body. He saw himself being struck by these fragments, his body gradually becoming transparent, and finally dissipating in the light.

But he didn't disappear. Instead, he was drawn into an even stranger state of being. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn into a space without any definition, a place devoid of matter and without the flow of time. There was only an endless oscillation, originating from a strange force deep within Feng Jing's heart. This force had no shape or name; it was simply a perception, an ineffable presence.

"Do you finally understand?" the voice echoed again, this time with a hint of almost frantic joy. "You never truly existed. You are merely an illusion created unconsciously by yourself. In this unsolvable maze, every struggle you make, every transcendence you achieve, only reinforces your invisible shackles."

Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and he could no longer distinguish whether all this was real or not. He saw himself floating in the void, surrounded by countless parallel versions of himself, their faces distorted and their eyes filled with unspeakable fear and despair.

"You've never broken through this maze, Feng Jing." The voice was mocking, as if mocking all his struggles. "You are just an existence forever trapped in the illusion of your own creation, and you can never be free."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally began to disintegrate. He saw his existence being fragmented into countless pieces, each fragment expanding in different directions, drifting towards different worlds. He seemed to have become countless echoes in the void, floating in the endless universe, with no beginning and no end.

He no longer existed, he was no longer "Feng Jing." He was just a speck of dust in the void, forever lost in an unsolvable maze.

Chapter 824: The End of the Dream and the Unknown Rebirth