Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 260: Starry Sky Rift, Vibration of the Core of the Universe

Starry sky cracks, vibrations in the core of the universe

Feng Jing's figure gradually vanished in the light, and the surrounding starry sky began to violently tremble, as if torn apart by some unknown force. The light was so intense that Feng Jing's eyes could barely bear it, yet he remained determined to move towards it. Every step he took felt like stepping on countless layers of folded spacetime. The void beneath his feet continuously collapsed, revealing countless invisible cracks, as if the entire fabric of the universe was in turmoil because of his choice.

Suddenly, a massive tremor erupted from beneath his feet. Feng Jing felt his body become incredibly light, as if the entire gravity of the universe had vanished. An invisible force propelled him forward, his body soaring uncontrollably. The stars around him began to blur, as if the universe itself were challenging him.

Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly confused, the light before him growing stronger. He even began to wonder if he was entering a parallel dimension, or perhaps the core of the universe. The light seemed to be part of the core of the universe, consuming everything and releasing indescribable energy. Feng Jing could feel every bit of energy in his body resonating with it, as if he and the light had become one.

"You have chosen the true ultimate path." The voice sounded again, but this time it was not as cold as before. Instead, it was filled with an inexplicable awe. "You are no longer a certain Feng Jing in a parallel world. You have crossed the boundaries of time and space and entered a deeper level."

Feng Jing's heartbeat quickened, and he could feel his body twisting violently, as if being pulled into an incomprehensible cosmic current. His mind seemed to shatter into countless fragments at that moment. Memories of the past, visions of the future, even parallel versions of himself, all intertwined in his consciousness into a vast, ever-changing web.

"You have now entered the core of the universe." The voice sounded again, this time filled with a trembling of disbelief. "Here, the boundaries of time and space no longer exist. Everything you know will become utterly absurd."

Feng Jing's form suddenly paused. He opened his eyes and found himself in an incredibly strange dimension. The starry sky around him was no longer tranquil, but like a cracked mirror, fragments flying and chaotic layers of space and time overlapping. He saw his body pierced by countless rays of light, like tiny needles, piercing the depths of his soul, as if tearing apart every layer of his consciousness.

"This isn't a place you can understand." The voice carried a hint of foreboding. "All your experiences, all your choices, are nothing but a distorted projection. This is a reflection of time and space, the intersection of reality and illusion. Every inch of space you see is a woven fantasy, and you, Feng Jing, are the source of this fantasy."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur, his body trembling violently. Countless versions of himself, emerging from countless parallel worlds, stood before him. Each of these Feng Jings had a different expression: some gloomy, some expressionless, and some with a maniacal grin. Confusion and struggle were written in each Feng Jing's eyes.

"You..." Feng Jing asked softly, his voice as if coming from the abyss, "Are you me?"

Each of these Feng Jings nodded slightly, but then spoke separately: "We are you, but you are not us." Their voices overlapped, creating an indescribable echo. "You have lived and experienced in every world, but you have never truly lived. You are nothing more than a fragment of time, an illusion of space, a fusion of existence and non-existence."

Feng Jing's mind erupted in intense pain. His consciousness seemed to be ripped into countless pieces, each containing a different version of himself. All his choices, all his experiences, woven into an incredibly complex web, with no discernible beginning and end. With every second, he could feel his identity shifting. He was unsure if he still had the name "Feng Jing," if he still had any sense of belonging.

"You can never escape this." The voice carried an indescribable calmness. "You are no longer yourself. You are a composite of countless 'Feng Jings', the eternal puzzle of this game."

Feng Jing's soul seemed to be ripped into countless pieces. He began to hear countless voices, voices from different dimensions and worlds intertwined into a roaring sound. His body gradually became transparent, as if it had become a void. The space around him began to distort. The stars in the sky became closer and closer, then farther and farther away, eventually converging into a huge vortex, drawing Feng Jing's body towards him.

He snapped his eyes open and found himself at the heart of the vortex. The scene before him shifted dramatically. A surge of intense energy erupted from his body, and the entire universe seemed to collapse. The very laws of time and space completely collapsed. Feng Jing felt his consciousness completely consumed, transformed into some indescribable entity in the universe, belonging neither to the past nor the future.

He stood in an endless void, before him a vast rift, filled with countless points of light, like countless abandoned fragments of space and time. These fragments constantly spun, expanded, and contracted, forming an eerie rhythm, like the pulsation of the core of the universe.

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented mixture of fear and excitement. He didn't know whether he was no longer Feng Jing, but a composite of countless Feng Jings. Perhaps he was just a speck of dust in the universe, unable to return to the starting point, unable to escape this vast cosmic game.

However, at this moment, he suddenly understood - perhaps, it was these endless fragments, this boundless void, that was his real "home".

Chapter 261: Endless Void, the Last Restart of Time