Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 356: The Collapse of Dreams and Eternal Repetition

The Collapse of Dreams and Eternal Repetition

Feng Jing stood at the bottom of the Dream Tower, his mind resonating with the words just now: "You can't escape. All your choices are determined by fate." He didn't give in at all, instead, a surge of rebellion surged in him. He couldn't accept this answer—he couldn't accept living forever within the framework set by others, couldn't stand the fact that he was being controlled by fate.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and his determination grew stronger and stronger: "I don't want to choose anymore, I want to break it all."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was violently pulled again. His body was drawn by some powerful force, as if being swallowed by the gravity of the entire world. The space and time around him began to collapse, and the images on the tower wall were distorted into indescribable shapes. Everything began to feel unreal, and even he himself felt that everything was beginning to blur.

Feng Jing felt a strange sense of emptiness enveloping him, as if all time and space had lost touch with him, as if he were both here and not there. Darkness filled his vision, a void of nothingness. He couldn't even feel his own body, as if he had become pure consciousness floating in the endless void.

At this moment, an unknown voice came from the void: "You still haven't given up? Feng Jing, do you really think you can escape?"

Feng Jing's eyes snapped open, and he found himself in an even stranger scene—a vast, seemingly endless laboratory, surrounded by layers of steel walls. An oppressive atmosphere hung heavy in the air. In the center of the lab, a massive crystal sphere hovered, containing countless fragments of Feng Jing. Each fragment seemed to intertwine and overlap in an incredibly complex pattern, then instantly crumble into dust, coalesce, and transform again, as if undergoing countless rebirths and deaths.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing muttered to himself unconsciously, the doubts in his heart stronger than ever.

The voice rang out again: "This is the depths of your soul, your true place in the Tower of Dreams. Every level of the tower you see, every moment you experience, is a projection of your reality. And you, Feng Jing, are the one who can never make a choice. You are destined to drift in this endless cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing's heart pounded. He looked around, desperate to find an exit, to escape this strange space. However, the walls of the laboratory began to close in on him, as if to crush him into a thin sheet of paper. Feng Jing's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized that he might have been trapped in some extremely complex dream. This was not just a simple illusion, but a creation deep within his heart, a cage from which he could not escape.

"You think you can break your fate, but in reality, you don't understand true freedom at all." The voice was still icy, as if it came from the abyss. "Freedom is not just about breaking free from constraints. True freedom is when you fully accept your inescapable fate."

Feng Jing stared at the suspended crystal ball with unyielding determination. Suddenly, a crazy thought flashed through his mind: "If this is fate, then I must break it. If I can't escape, then I will create the ending I want."

As Feng Jing's mind moved, the entire laboratory began to vibrate violently. The fragments of Feng Jing within the crystal ball began to spin at an accelerated rate, and a powerful light erupted between them. Feng Jing's body expanded, breaking free from the surrounding restraints. Suddenly, Feng Jing's body began to twist, transforming into countless forms, resembling stars and black holes, a mixture of life and death, reality and illusion.

At this moment, his existence became unfathomable, seemingly transcending all boundaries of time and space, transcending conventional forms of existence. He was no longer a simple individual, but a microcosm of the entire universe. Every choice and every fate across billions of light years was interwoven in his consciousness into an ineffable existence.

"You...can you really do it?" The voice sounded again, this time with a hint of surprise, as if there had never been a fluctuation before.

Feng Jing's eyes grew profound, as if he could see through all illusions and realities. He whispered, "I am no longer Feng Jing. I am the collection of countless Feng Jings. Not only can I break fate, I can also create my own universe."

As his voice fell, the entire laboratory erupted in a deafening roar. The surrounding walls began to collapse, and spatial cracks quickly spread. The crystal ball suddenly exploded from the center, and Feng Jing's consciousness surged out like a tide, pouring into the endless void.

Feng Jing's figure began to float in an empty space. There was no time, no space, only endless darkness. Suddenly, a dark crack appeared in front of him, and from that crack came a familiar voice—his own voice, but without a body, only the sound echoing in the empty void.

"Do you really think you can transcend everything?" the voice said coldly, "You can only choose to exist in a dream. You cannot escape."

Feng Jing smiled slightly, his eyes filled with endless confidence: "I have surpassed you. I am no longer a prisoner in a dream. I am the creator of this dream."

As his voice fell, the surrounding darkness began to distort, and countless figures of Feng Jing emerged from the cracks. Each of them walked in a different direction, each made a different choice, but Feng Jing's consciousness became increasingly powerful, eventually fusing these countless him into a huge existence.

"This is my true power." Feng Jing closed his eyes, feeling himself transcending all constraints and entering a completely different level of existence.

However, the next moment, Feng Jing suddenly found himself back in the original Dream Tower, standing at the bottom floor. Everything around him began to feel familiar yet strange again. Feng Jing's heart trembled slightly, realizing that he might not have made a breakthrough, but instead fell into another, more complex cycle.

"This time..." Feng Jing took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light, "I will never give up again."

Chapter 357: Endless Reincarnation and Eternal Rebirth