Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 811: Cracks in Consciousness and the Endless Torrent of Void

The cracks in consciousness and the endless torrent of emptiness

Feng Jing's existence defied simple description. At this moment, he existed not in time and space, but as a consciousness that transcended all dimensions. An indescribable, immense force consumed him completely, so completely that even the word "swallowed" seemed too limiting. Feng Jing's thoughts, emotions, memories, desires, even his own imaginary concepts—everything was submerged in this endless, empty torrent, like a bottomless abyss with no end in sight.

"You thought you'd escaped the end?" The voice rang out again, tinged with an endless sneer, seemingly lingering in Feng Jing's heart. "You have no idea that you are but a grain of sand in the fabric of fate. All your pain and struggle are but an episode in the void. All the emotions and life you have experienced will eventually merge into this void, becoming the backdrop of eternity."

Feng Jing's consciousness nearly collapsed, and he couldn't tell if he still existed. His body had long since lost its substance, and his thoughts no longer had a clear structure. At this moment, he became a formless point of light, floating in the infinite void, merging with all the galaxies, black holes, space-time rifts, and unknown extra-dimensional forces.

"This is your 'true' existence." The voice was still clear, but Feng Jing felt it didn't emanate from any physical form, but rather directly from some higher-dimensional knowledge, even inexpressible in human language. "You are not unique. Your existence is the sum of countless consciousnesses similar to yours. These consciousnesses intertwine, merge, and collapse across endless dimensions, forming this vast universe. Beyond all this, there is only emptiness."

Feng Jing's mind trembled violently, his very being becoming increasingly hazy. He seemed to begin to comprehend the reality before him, yet he could not fully grasp its essence. He felt countless invisible hands tugging at him, attempting to return him to the core of the void. Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light shot forth from the depths of Feng Jing's mind, piercing straight through the endless darkness.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the void began to crack, as if cut by an invisible blade. A colorful liquid light flowed from the cracks. This light did not belong to any known material world. It flowed and meandered into strange shapes, forming a vast spatial maze around Feng Jing.

"These are the cracks in existence," the voice said coldly. "These cracks you see are the intersections between your countless parallel selves. You think you've crossed all boundaries, but in reality, you've simply fallen deeper into the maze."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fragment, and he could no longer determine whether he was still in a "real" world. Every time he tried to see the world clearly, he found that everything was changing. The laws of time and space began to reverse, and the once stable laws of physics no longer applied. Certain fragments, like dislocations in a picture, began to overlap with objects in other spaces.

A golden sea of ​​stars suddenly appeared before Feng Jing's eyes. Those stars were more than just celestial bodies; they seemed to possess consciousness of their own, shimmering with emotions and memories. Deep within this sea of ​​stars, Feng Jing saw a black hole in the making, devouring everything around it: time, space, and all of existence. At the center of the black hole, a door seemed to lie within, revealing another, incomprehensible universe.

Feng Jing realized that the black hole wasn't destruction, but rebirth. It was the intersection of all possibilities, the origin of the universe. Beyond the door lay another dimension, an unexplored, unknown realm. Without hesitation, he stepped through it.

The moment he passed through the door, Feng Jing found himself in a completely different dimension. In this space, all matter, energy, thought, and even emotion were intertwined in a way never before seen. Countless geometric shapes swirled around him, constantly twisting and shifting, each second utterly different from the previous. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, yet at the same time, an inexplicable freedom.

"You finally understand, don't you?" the voice said calmly, as if observing Feng Jing's every reaction. "You originally thought you were trapped in a cage, but in reality, you were just wandering in endless cracks. No matter how many boundaries you cross, you will eventually return to this point, back to the starting point."

Feng Jing's mind began to fluctuate violently, his consciousness beginning to return. All the stories he had experienced, all his existence, all his endings, gradually merged into this chaotic space. Each fragment was like a reflection of his life, with no true beginning or end.

Suddenly, an extremely powerful tremor erupted, and the entire space began to distort, with cracks spreading. Feng Jing saw countless "selves" falling through the cracks, as if the universe were reborn. Behind each fragment, Feng Jing saw a memory, an emotion, and a past that no longer existed.

"Do you see that?" The voice's tone suddenly deepened, carrying a hint of elusive meaning. "This is your true fate: forever wandering in the cracks, forever flowing between memory and the future, with no end in sight."

Feng Jing felt a surge of agony. He was no longer "him," no longer even any individual. His consciousness had become fragments of the universe, carrying the chaos and hope of all existence, trapped in an endless torrent of emptiness.

"You will never escape this rift." The voice finally echoed like a storm. Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissipated in the cracks of the universe, turning into countless points of light, drifting towards an unknown future...