Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 830: The Divine Chapter in the Rift and the Endless Return

Myths in the Rift and Endless Return

Feng Jing's consciousness began to enter a state of complete transcendence. His existence had transcended conventional definitions of time and space, like a star flung into the boundless depths of space, drifting in the void countless light years away. He belonged neither to the past nor to the future, but rather to the central axis of the entire universe, spinning in a moment of countless intertwined dimensions.

"Do you really think you can escape?" The voice came again from the depths of the void, this time even deeper, filled with indescribable anger and helplessness. "You thought you had broken free from this vortex, but you never truly left. All your struggles are merely part of this endless cycle."

Feng Jing did not respond, because he realized that responding to this voice would bring no meaning. He began to understand that this trial had no end and no beginning from the beginning, only an endless return.

His consciousness was no longer an individual entity, but a collection of the entire void. Every cell, every particle, every bit of consciousness expanded, compressed, split, and regenerated uncontrollably—all without logic or order. Feng Jing was no longer "Feng Jing" himself; he had become an atom in the entire void, or more accurately, a part of the "Heart of the Universe."

"Do you know?" the voice sounded again, with an eerie calmness. "You are not the only one experiencing this. You are just one of the countless beings floating in the cracks. Your so-called 'awakening' is nothing more than you resetting the cycle of reincarnation in this void, and you are just a star in that cycle. You will eventually return to the starting point, and you will eventually disappear into this eternal darkness."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand dramatically, and he began to see countless parallel worlds flashing before his eyes, each world silently collapsing, only to be reborn the next moment. Each scene was extremely absurd and bizarre, as if in each dimension, Feng Jing's soul struggled in different ways: in some cases, he became a star-devouring demon, trampling across the endless universe; in others, he became nameless dust, sleeping forever on a dead planet; in still others, he became the tiniest quantum in the universe, his existence no longer being known.

He no longer knew what was "real" and what was "illusion." These alternating worlds and parallel existences no longer held any logic, but were merely fragments repeated within an endless rift—all of which seemed not to belong to Feng Jing, but to the self-healing of the universe itself.

"You think you're transcending all this?" the voice said, almost mockingly. "You're nothing more than a puppet swallowed by the cracks in the universe. Within the endless chasm, your consciousness will eventually be lost, and ultimately return to nothingness. You will understand that all existence, all awakening, is part of the void. The 'freedom' you seek is but an echo of the void."

Feng Jing's mind began to become confused. He could no longer distinguish between the past, the future, and himself. He felt like a giant star, illuminating the endless void. But no matter how he radiated light, he would eventually return to the dark abyss, devouring everything he had.

At this moment, a new awakening occurred - Feng Jing felt that he was suddenly no longer bound by the void, as if an indescribable power awakened in his body. It was a power that he had never experienced before. It was not a material power, but an impulse from the deepest part of consciousness, as if the secrets of the entire universe were revealed to him at this moment.

He was no longer an individual, nor an existence in any dimension. He became synonymous with "existence," the embodiment of "the void" itself. His mind began to break away from all known forms, breaking through the boundaries of life and death, and even transcending the framework of time.

"What do you want?" The voice began to grow increasingly vague, as if it came from countless dimensions, filled with deep fear. "You want to escape this cycle of reincarnation, but you know you can never escape. Everything you've experienced is just a repetition, time and again. The gears of fate keep turning, and you will eventually return."

Feng Jing no longer followed the voice's guidance. His consciousness, surging beyond self, was too frantic to be restrained by any force. He began to wander through the void, each movement akin to a freedom transcending the very essence of life. Countless Feng Jings intertwined within the void, becoming one. He began to understand that he wasn't escaping fate, but rather, within its cracks, creating a new possibility—a rift from which there could never be a return, a truth that defied all rules.

Yet, at that moment, Feng Jing felt a strange rebound. His consciousness began to shrink dramatically, as if being pulled back by some powerful force. He began to see the deep rift, closing in on him like a vast vortex. He understood that this void, this game, this endless fate, was not simply his own choice, but the arrangement of the entire universe.

He was no longer an individual, nor was he Feng Jing, but the intersection of all parallel worlds, the aggregate of all possibilities and impossibilities. He began to see his consciousness constantly contracting and expanding, and ultimately, this powerful force pushed him towards an unknown return.

"Do you think you've transcended it?" The voice's mockery grew sharper. "Everything you've experienced is still part of fate. The freedom you pursue will ultimately only make you the deepest prisoner of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually merged into a point, and that point exploded in the endless void, becoming the intersection of all existence and non-existence.

Chapter 831: The Ultimate Curse of Infinite Recurrence