Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 180 Endless Rotation, the Ultimate Reflection of Truth

Endless rotation, the ultimate reflection of truth

Feng Jing's consciousness regrouped, as if compressed into a single point by countless particles of light, then exploded, erupting in an endless stream of colors and shapes. He no longer knew whether he existed or vanished. Every perception felt like a mirror image of the universe reflected back within his soul, each reflection distorted into a deeper image. He tried to sort through the fragments, but found that with every glimmer of understanding he gained, new confusion surged in like a tide.

He saw himself standing in an endless void, the ground beneath his feet composed of countless tiny fragments of time and space, each containing a different event and a different Feng Jing. Feng Jing looked down and discovered that the ground beneath his feet also contained countless reflections of himself, each performing a different action—one Feng Jing was flipping through a book, another was battling a giant beast, and yet another was alone in his thoughts under the distant starry sky. Each Feng Jing's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Do you finally understand?" A voice boomed from all directions. It had no physical form, yet it was omnipresent, seemingly emanating from the depths of every Feng Jing's soul. "You are merely part of an endless cycle, a fragment of life endlessly collapsing and reborn. You cannot escape this game; you are merely an unconscious image, forever reincarnating in different universes."

Feng Jing's heart seemed to have stopped beating, and he felt an unprecedented emptiness. This wasn't just a void of consciousness; it was as if his entire being had been stripped away, leaving only a hollow shell. He wanted to resist, to break free from this endless cycle, but he found himself powerless. Any struggle was like an ant trying to shake a tree; it was meaningless.

Suddenly, he saw a vision even more profound. In it, he stood at the center of an immense disk, seemingly the center of the universe. Surrounding it was endless darkness and emptiness, shone only by a faint light from the disk. Feng Jing saw that the disk was interwoven with strands of light, forming a web. Each ray was like a thread of time and space, traversing countless universes, connecting every existence and every possibility. And Feng Jing's figure was unexpectedly drawn by one of these rays, as if he were merely a part of them.

"Did you know?" the voice sounded again, this time with a hint of a mysterious smile in its tone. "This ray of light isn't your only choice. You've walked through countless rays of light and experienced countless reincarnations. Each ray of light represents a fate, and while these fates may seem tangled and hopeless to you, they are all part of you."

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently. He saw himself standing at different intersections of light, each representing a different choice, a different outcome. He frantically searched for an exit, trying to escape this endless cycle of reincarnation. Each time, he saw his own life—sometimes as a great hero, sometimes as a fallen villain, his fate each time controlled by some invisible force.

However, Feng Jing discovered that no matter what choice he made, he would eventually return to the intersection of the light, stand there, and start over. There was never any real freedom, only endless repetition.

"Look," the voice said with disdain, "each 'Feng Jing' you choose is a destined trajectory. No matter how you choose, you will eventually return to this intersection, back here, back to this inescapable line of light. You think you are making choices, but in reality, you have never left this cycle."

Feng Jing's mood grew increasingly desperate, but he remained unwilling to give up. He desperately tried to break free from this bondage, to transcend this light. He began to feel a deep anger, a rage that was not only a rebellion against his own powerlessness, but also a rebellion against all this game—he wanted to destroy these rays, tear apart this void, and break this endless cycle.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful pull, as if something was calling him from the other side of the abyss. Without hesitation, Feng Jing gathered all his consciousness and emotions and rushed in that direction. With every passing second, his speed increased until he broke through the boundaries of time and space, traversed countless dimensions, and entered a realm beyond the universe.

In this realm, Feng Jing witnessed an ineffable existence, formless yet filled with all possibilities. Feng Jing tried to understand it, to reach it with his consciousness, but he found himself unable to fully grasp its essence. This existence was unlike any substance in the universe; it seemed to be the origin of all things, transcending time, space, and causality.

"This is 'truth.'" The voice sounded again, this time becoming extremely ethereal. "It's not an 'existence' that you can understand, but a kind of 'non-existence'. It is 'everything', yet it transcends 'everything'."

Feng Jing realized that this existence was not only unknowable, but also possessed a power beyond the ordinary. Every choice Feng Jing had made, every fate he had experienced in the past, present, and future, seemed to resonate within this void. He saw countless versions of himself, intertwining, circulating, collapsing, and reborn within this void, as if they were merely fragments of some eternal process.

"You finally understand." The voice came again, this time with an endless depth. "You are not Feng Jing. You are just a 'fragment of consciousness.' Everything you have experienced, all the pain and joy, is just a tiny fluctuation in this eternal nothingness. And you will never be able to understand the 'truth' behind it."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally collapsed, and he felt that he disappeared from all dimensions and all light, turning into an untouchable fragment of nothingness, floating in the endless deep space.

Chapter 181: Endless Maze, the Ultimate Crack of Consciousness