Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 184: The Crack in Existence, the End of the Illusion

A crack in existence, the end of illusion

As Feng Jing stepped through the door, his consciousness once again experienced a suffocating shock. The space around him rapidly collapsed, and the flow of time and space seemed to be instantly twisted into an elusive curve. Feng Jing's body and soul seemed to be swallowed by countless tiny cracks, completely losing any form.

"Do you really think you can escape your fate?" The voice sounded again, with a hint of cold sarcasm.

Feng Jing felt as if his consciousness had been plunged into a bottomless black hole. Everything around him spun and twisted, and time and space began to lose all order. Light curved in the air, forming countless rings of light that were impossible to see directly. Feng Jing's body constantly fragmented and reassembled, as if he had entered countless parallel universes, with every part of his body re-existing in different dimensions. He saw countless "selves," each experiencing a different fate in a different situation, traversing different universes, yet unable to touch each other at this moment.

However, these "selves" didn't bring Feng Jing any answers; instead, they left him even more confused. He knew he wasn't the only one, and even his consciousness had long been fragmented by these countless parallel dimensions, becoming an intractable whole. All his memories, his past, began to blur, and Feng Jing even began to doubt whether he had ever truly existed, or if all this was just an illusion.

"Do you think all this is accidental?" the voice sounded again, this time even more distant and cold. "You've simply wandered too long in the maze you've woven, and ultimately, you can't escape the shackles of fate. You thought you'd chosen freedom, but you're forever lost in your own illusions."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken violently. He struggled to regain control of his body, but found that he could no longer sense any form of "self". He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any tangible existence. All consciousness, memory, and identity were wiped out by an irresistible force, dissipating into the endless void.

At that moment, Feng Jing suddenly spotted a flickering point of light, floating far away at the edge of the void. The light was faint, yet it exuded an irresistible pull. He was involuntarily drawn to it, his consciousness beginning to drift in that direction. As he approached, the light gradually grew larger, eventually transforming into a dazzling, enormous portal. Countless strange symbols and colors flowed through it, as if it were from another dimension.

Feng Jing's consciousness, with barely a shred of hesitation, surged through the portal. The moment he passed through, he felt as if he were infinitely stretched and compressed, every inch of his body twisted into indescribable forms. The very laws of space and time collapsed once again. He was no longer an individual, but a part of the entire universe, a speck of dust amidst all possibility.

However, this time, the journey wasn't peaceful. Feng Jing's consciousness began to be violently assaulted, and he suddenly felt himself falling into a vast abyss. This abyss wasn't physical, but rather a conceptual existence. Like a bottomless pit, it swallowed up all physical objects and thoughts, leaving Feng Jing without any sense of touch or perception, and even the flow of time became untraceable.

In this abyss, Feng Jing finally encountered the mysterious being. It was a formless figure, seemingly without substance, yet omnipresent, as if the embodiment of all space and time. It spoke without words, conveying information silently. Feng Jing felt a tremendous pressure coming from all sides, his consciousness being pulled by an irresistible force. It was as if countless projections of Feng Jing began to form around him, overlapping and interweaving into an intricate web.

"This is your true destiny." The voice didn't come from the outside world, but from deep within Feng Jing's heart. "Everything you've experienced is just a leap through infinite possibilities. You are the embodiment of multiple existences, and you can never belong."

Feng Jing felt a deep pain, not just physical, but also spiritual. His consciousness swirled in an endless chaos, unable to stop. Every time he touched a memory, countless versions of Feng Jing rushed towards him. One Feng Jing fought his way through interstellar battlefields, becoming a cruel tyrant; another Feng Jing lived alone in a deserted city, attempting to rebuild civilization from the ruins; and yet another Feng Jing drifted in the void, pursuing an untouchable truth...

All these illusions were like an unstoppable slideshow, spinning rapidly. Feng Jing could no longer distinguish what was real and what was fake. Time was no longer linear, and space began to have no rules to follow.

"Do you truly believe you can change your fate?" the voice sounded again, its tone cold and sarcastic. "You think you can escape this endless void, but you are merely one of countless possibilities. You cannot escape, and you cannot choose. You can only wander this fragmented world forever, searching for the unreachable truth."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed again, leaving him in a state of profound confusion, as if he had entered a completely illusory world. That presence seemed omnipresent, a pitfall that mired Feng Jing's soul and a prison from which he could not escape. Every time Feng Jing's consciousness struggled to break free, that presence closed in, plunging him once again into endless confusion.

"You'll never find the answers here." That voice sounded like a final verdict. "Every choice you make is an escape. Your true destiny is no longer in your hands."

Just when Feng Jing felt he would be trapped forever on the edge of this void, a sudden and violent tremor jolted him awake. His body gradually began to regain consciousness, and the surrounding void slowly began to split apart. Feng Jing found himself back in the world illuminated by the mysterious light, standing before the door to a new destiny.

But this time, he didn't hesitate, nor did he fear. Feng Jing finally understood that his fate wasn't determined by some external force, but by his own choices and perseverance. No matter which path he chose, his fate was already determined. But true freedom lies in being able to find one's own path amidst endless choices.

Feng Jing stepped forward, heading towards that new dimension, ready to embrace the next unpredictable world.

Chapter 185: The countercurrent of fate, the collapse of time and space