Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 179 The Final Collapse, the Rift in Space and Time

The ultimate collapse, a rift in time and space

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted like a speck of dust in the void, spiraling out of control. He no longer knew who he was, nor could he tell if he even existed. The boundaries of time and space blurred before his eyes. The world seemed like a shattered canvas, its colors and shapes chaotically interwoven, forming a never-ending image. With every second, he felt as if he were being torn from one universe and plunged into another, each one a scene of madness, absurdity, and unimaginable.

Suddenly, Feng Jing heard a voice. It did not seem to come from the outside world, but came directly from the depths of his heart. The voice was like a cry in the darkness, penetrating all his senses.

"Are you still struggling?" the voice sneered. "Do you think you can escape?"

Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently. The sound was like a sharp blade, severing the last shreds of sanity from his soul. He could no longer control his thoughts, unable to stop the tearing pain. He felt as if he had been thrown into a vast vortex, the space around him compressed into tiny points, each of which spun, exploded, and collapsed. Feng Jing's body and soul were constantly pummeled by the explosive energy, turning into ash and then being swept into another indescribable dimension.

He felt himself becoming incredibly light, like a particle, manipulated by an invisible force, shuttling between different dimensions. In this endless space and time, Feng Jing had no body, no senses, not even a self. Everything he experienced seemed like a vast network connecting countless selves, countless Feng Jings. His existence became like a thread, connecting "him" in countless universes, each containing a Feng Jing, living a different life and experiencing a different fate.

Suddenly, a blinding light pulled Feng Jing back to consciousness. This light was filled with stinging pain, as if an endless flame were engulfing him. Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shattered, and a strange force forced him back to a certain core. He felt himself surrounded by a vast ring, and within it seemed as if countless universes were hidden.

These universes, however, are not material universes, but abstract, immaterial entities. They lack physical matter and time, but rather are condensations of "emotion" and "consciousness." These universes intertwine with one another, each born and destroyed only to leave an eternal mark on Feng Jing's consciousness. Whenever Feng Jing attempts to touch a universe, it shatters, transforming into a formless cloud of dust that vanishes into the endless void.

Feng Jing began to feel a profound fear, realizing that what he was experiencing wasn't just a simple hallucination, but a reality far beyond his comprehension. Every universe, every fragment, seemed to challenge his existence as an individual. Every "choice" and "decision" he had once defined for himself became an empty illusion. He had no control over the time and space he found himself in; everything was beyond his comprehension and control.

Just when Feng Jing's consciousness was about to collapse, suddenly, a roaring sound was heard, like a mysterious huge pendulum, with irresistible power, driving the operation of the entire universe.

"You misunderstand." The voice sounded coldly, as if it came from the depths of the universe. "Do you think that everything you have experienced, every choice you have made, was your own? You are just a pawn in this grand game, a puppet being manipulated, unable to even define the most basic consciousness."

Feng Jing's consciousness was trembling violently. He felt as if he were being pulled into an inescapable abyss. This abyss had no end, no boundaries, only endless emptiness and pain. He wanted to cry out, but no sound came out. His soul seemed to be compressed smaller and smaller by some invisible force, as if it were about to be completely crushed.

"Do you think this is the end?" the voice sounded again, this time with a hint of playful sarcasm. "No, you are far from seeing the true end. Do you think that all the time and space you have experienced, all the choices you have made, are independent and defined by you? These are just 'mirrors' in your eyes. All your experiences, all your 'Feng Jing', are nothing but an illusion interwoven by countless time and space."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. He felt himself being pushed into an unknown realm by an invisible force. It was an indescribable space filled with countless fragments. These fragments emitted a strange glow. They constantly collided, intertwined, and merged, creating new fragments.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was once again drawn into a vast center, the core of a universe, transcending all dimensions of time and space. Feng Jing saw that this core was not composed of matter, but rather the convergence of the "emotions" and "thoughts" of countless parallel universes. It was an endless network connecting all possibilities and all existence, and everything Feng Jing experienced, whether it was himself or the universe he knew, was a node in this network.

He suddenly understood the true meaning of it all. It turned out that he wasn't an independent being, but rather a projection among countless possibilities. Feng Jing's soul had never truly left this network. Everything he experienced was simply the "operation" of this network, and he was merely an insignificant existence within it.

However, this realization didn't bring Feng Jing any relief; instead, it plunged him into deeper despair. His existence became like a formless image, forever unable to touch his true self. He wasn't "Feng Jing," but merely a phantom projected from the endless void, a moment in an endless sea of ​​possibilities.

"You will never be able to break free." That voice still echoed deep in Feng Jing's heart. "The freedom you pursue, the liberation you long for, will only become deeper shackles in the end. You are just a pawn in this cosmic game, unable to escape, without choice."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally collapsed into nothingness, becoming a void. Yet, the light at the center continued to flicker, waiting for a new projection, a new Feng Jing, to join this unstoppable cycle.

Chapter 180: Endless Rotation, the Ultimate Reflection of Truth