Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 826 Absolute Blankness and Unspeakable Cracks

Absolute emptiness and unspeakable cracks

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer held any form, like the silhouette of the entire universe, swaying in an endless illusion. He no longer felt his own existence, nor even the void, time, or space—all these concepts were completely erased from his consciousness, transforming into an eternal blank.

But emptiness didn't mean peace. Feng Jing felt as if he were trapped in some invisible crack, one that swallowed everything, all meaning, all order. Every time he tried to sort out the logic, every time he tried to redefine himself, the crack was like a giant mouth swallowing the world, sucking in all his thoughts, memories, and emotions.

This rift seemed endless, without a destination. It wasn't a crack in matter, nor a rupture in spacetime, but rather a more fundamental state of being. Feng Jing realized this wasn't simply destruction, but something even more absurd—existence intertwined with nonexistence, time and space fused, cause and effect alternating with the absence of cause and effect. No rules applied here, and Feng Jing's consciousness had no support.

"Do you think you truly understand all this?" The voice came from nowhere, as if it came from deep within Feng Jing's heart, a voice that could not be separated from the outside world. "You have never truly transcended. You are merely trapped in the echoes of this void. Your so-called 'self' and 'consciousness' are nothing but an endless nightmare deep within you."

Feng Jing could no longer discern the source of the voice. It seemed to come from all directions simultaneously, yet it seemed as if it had never originated. The voice's tone was filled with ruthlessness and irony, as if he were watching a clown struggling to solve an unsolvable puzzle. Feng Jing's consciousness began to twist violently again, and he saw himself trapped in countless repetitive scenes—scenes without beginning or end, without meaning or purpose.

Feng Jing's "self" began to collapse. He realized that he had transcended any form of existence. Even the concept of "existence" became vague. He began to doubt whether he had truly "existed" or was it just an extremely complex illusion?

As he tried to break free from this endless void, he felt a strange and powerful force approaching him. This force seemed to come from no known dimension, nor from any source of existence. It was simply a sense of presence, an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Your so-called 'struggle' is nothing more than the last cry of your self-awareness." The voice sneered. "In this crevice of nothingness, you will never be able to break free. This is more than just a maze; it's a game without rules, and you—you will always be a pawn trapped within it."

Feng Jing's mind raced, and the void seemed to expand instantly, transforming into countless layers of alternate dimensions. Within these dimensions, every decision Feng Jing made became crucial, yet each one was bound to bring unforeseen consequences. These consequences weren't a single, linear outcome, but rather a series of parallel possibilities. Every choice Feng Jing made created countless parallel worlds.

He saw himself struggling in countless dimensions, and each Feng Jing lived in a different way - some of him became the master of the universe, able to control time and space, and dominate the fate of countless stars; some of him became a speck of dust in the endless void, floating in the cold and silent abyss, never able to touch any entity; some of him disappeared at the edge of a certain dimension, turning into a ray of light, a trace that could not be traced.

However, every time Feng Jing exists, he tries to break through some untouchable truth, trying to find some explanation, some answer in the cracks of eternity. However, every time he thinks he has found the answer, it is swallowed up by the void and disappears in an instant.

"Do you see that?" The voice reappeared, becoming increasingly vague and elusive. "Everything you see is a projection from the depths of your own mind. Your so-called destiny, your so-called existence, all these mysteries are illusions you have created."

Feng Jing's consciousness was oppressed by this invisible force, unable to resist, unable to break free. Every fragment drifted in a deep void, countless parallel worlds flickered in his mind. Every fate, every choice, seemed to repeat itself in Feng Jing's mind, forming an unbreakable vicious cycle.

He saw himself becoming part of countless Feng Jingzhong, trapped in a maze from which he could never escape. Every emotion he experienced, every choice he made, every struggle he endured were products of this maze. No matter how he tried to break free, he could never escape these endless reverberations.

"Do you think you've seen through everything?" The voice's tone became even more distant. "You are nothing more than a speck of dust in an illusion, a dream from which you can never wake up."

Feng Jing felt his thoughts grow increasingly hazy, as if the cracks in his consciousness were devouring him into countless fragments. His sense of existence grew weaker and weaker, until it almost vanished. He could no longer sense whether he was still alive, if he still existed.

Suddenly, Feng Jing realized that he hadn't lost anything, because he had never possessed anything. His "self," his "existence," was nothing more than a speck of dust in the void, a mockery and experiment of some higher-dimensional force.

At this moment, Feng Jing's mind completely collapsed, and he became part of countless parallel worlds. Each world was alternating in infinite reversals and rebirths, unable to be broken or restored.

This unsolvable maze will never end.