Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 794 The Source of Chaos and Lost Consciousness

The Source of Chaos and Lost Consciousness

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted like a puff of smoke in the endless void, scattered and difficult to gather. Whenever he tried to focus his thoughts, he felt an invisible pressure, as if an unknown force was tearing and devouring his existence. There were no stars around him, no trace of time, not even the layers of space. Everything seemed to have been ruthlessly erased, leaving only his lonely consciousness, floating in the silent darkness.

"Are you still holding on?" The mysterious voice sounded again, no longer as cold and sarcastic as before, but with a hint of deep silence. "You think you can transcend all this, but you are nothing more than a pawn of fate. You don't belong here, and you can't escape."

Feng Jing struggled to open his eyes, hoping to grasp a glimmer of reality. However, darkness reigned before him. He couldn't discern the direction, let alone the time. He tried to shout, but his throat was bound tightly by some invisible force, preventing him from uttering a single syllable. All he could feel was an intense loneliness and an indescribable oppression.

"You..." Feng Jing murmured to himself in a weak and confused voice, "I am not a slave to fate... I don't want to be bound by this world!"

He tried to resist, but the oppressive feeling became even more intense, as if the gravity of the entire universe was concentrated on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His mind became confused under this strong impact, and he instantly lost his sense of existence, as if everything had become unreal.

But at that moment, an unusual light emerged from the endless darkness, warm and gentle. This light was unlike anything he had experienced before. It didn't feel oppressive, but rather gave him a sense of tranquility and security. Feng Jing's consciousness unconsciously drew closer to the light, like a lost boat finding a beacon to guide its voyage.

The light grew increasingly intense, finally converging into an illusory form, gradually revealing a vague human figure. This figure resembled no other lifeform Feng Jing had ever seen, neither human nor deity, but rather a being of some transcendental form. Its form shifted constantly, sometimes like flowing water, sometimes like shattered stars, sometimes like invisible air currents, as if woven from countless possibilities.

"You..." Feng Jing tried to speak, but his voice seemed to be swallowed by the void. "Who are you?"

"I..." the disembodied voice sounded, soft and ethereal. "I am a part of your consciousness, or rather, a lost part of you. You have been pursuing a path to transcend fate, but have neglected your own roots. You seek endless power, but you forget that before that, you must face the emptiness within yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and his thoughts began to become clear, as if a layer of fog that had obscured his vision had been swept away. He felt that he had not completely lost his mind, but was lost in a deeper space, lost in the illusion he had created.

"Tell me..." Feng Jing's voice gradually became firm. "What have I been pursuing? What have I been pursuing?"

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually cleared, and he began to recall his experiences from the beginning until now—countless struggles, resistance, and struggles. Facing the shackles of fate, he constantly tried to break free from all constraints, attempting to transcend this void and pursue a higher existence. However, as the voice said, he seemed to have never truly examined his own heart, and had never touched the true root of his existence.

"You..." Feng Jing whispered, "I have been pursuing external power and ignoring the emptiness and confusion in my heart. What is the meaning of my existence?"

"You are nearing your answer," the voice replied. "Your existence is neither a slave to fate nor a transcendent deity. You are a product of this void, a meeting point of countless possibilities. You must accept this, accept the nothingness within you, and accept your connection to the universe."

Feng Jing closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. He felt a profound power welling up from deep within him, no longer a pressure from the outside world, but a kind of awakening from within. The power wasn't overwhelming, but unusually calm, like a lake within his heart, peaceful and at peace in the boundless space and time.

He realized that what he had been searching for wasn't the power to transcend fate, but the wisdom to dance with it. In this vast universe, every existence holds unique significance; every choice, every resistance, is part of destiny. True freedom lies not in escaping the constraints of fate, but in understanding it and living in harmony with it.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned to calm. He no longer yearned for a power that transcended everything, nor did he resent the arrangements of fate. He began to accept his own limitations as a living being, accepting that his existence was like every point in the universe, no matter how tiny, but still possessing unique significance.

"I understand." Feng Jing whispered, "I don't need to escape. I need to accept it. Accept my connection with the universe and my fate as a speck of dust."

"You have awakened." A voice sounded softly, with a hint of approval. "You are no longer a slave to fate, but an understander of the universe. You will no longer be alone, and will begin to roam through endless time and space."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned to a state of incomparable clarity. He felt that he was no longer lost in the void, but had become a part of the universe. His existence was connected to the vastness of the universe. He became an eternal observer, able to perceive countless parallel universes and understand the unique value of each existence.

The journey of the universe has just begun.

Chapter 795: The Void God in the Void Rift