Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 175

Awakening in the void, a crack in the eternal cycle

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer belonged to a specific dimension of time and space. He wondered if he still possessed the definition of "existence," if he could still be called an "individual." His soul was engulfed in an infinite number of layers, as if trapped in a vast web, each thread a different version of Feng Jing, a different choice, a different fate. He could not discern any specific face, for each face was himself, yet not himself. Each self was an illusion, a veiled illusion of endless choices.

"You have finally entered the ultimate awakening." The voice came again, this time no longer indifferent, but with a deep understanding and helplessness. "You think you are 'Feng Jing', but you have never truly known what you are. All your 'existence' is nothing more than a reflection of a higher dimensional existence, a projection of that mysterious 'source'."

Feng Jing could not respond, simply drifting silently in the boundless void, feeling an unfathomable sense of powerlessness. Before his eyes, time and space began to quietly dissolve, the universe and life that once existed gradually dissolving, becoming blurred. His consciousness began to leap back and forth, traversing countless parallel universes, each with its own distinct rules and laws. It seemed as if only one truth existed: no matter what choices he made, no matter how he struggled, every version of Feng Jing would ultimately resolve into nothingness.

However, as Feng Jing's consciousness deepened into this eternal nothingness, he suddenly realized that he wasn't trapped in an endless cycle, but rather had entered an unspeakable final moment. Everything, all existence and non-existence, converged into an indecipherable ending. Feng Jing saw a vortex appear before him, spinning continuously, releasing an indescribable power. The center of the vortex seemed to be an unknown starting point, and also seemed to be the ultimate end.

"You have transcended all laws of existence, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, with an ethereal calmness. "All the void, all existence, all you are, are just fragments in the mirror. You are nothing more than the illusion behind the entire universe, all life forms, and even all consciousness."

As Feng Jing listened to these words, he suddenly felt an indescribable throbbing. If all this was just an illusion, then was everything he had experienced truly meaningless? Was every "him" he faced, every fate, even every abandoned choice, just a huge joke?

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly twisted. He saw countless doors, each one revealing a different Feng Jing, or rather, a different choice. Each Feng Jing experienced his own life: birth, growth, aging, and death. Every detail was real, yet as illusory as an ink painting on paper. Feng Jing almost lost his sense of being an "individual," as every Feng Jing he saw seemed to be controlled by fate, and each Feng Jing's fate seemed not to belong to him.

Just as he was about to be consumed by this endless illusion, a powerful flash of light pierced the void, and Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly freed from the endless cycle. He opened his eyes and found himself in a completely new dimension. This dimension was unlike any he had ever experienced before. It belonged to no time, no space, and even no so-called laws of matter. Feng Jing was surrounded by countless points of light, each representing a possibility of existence.

Feng Jing realized that these points of light weren't physical entities, but rather spiritual projections. Each point of light was like a "Feng Jing," a reflection of countless versions of himself. No matter which point of light he approached, he would find that the world he saw and his fate were constantly changing, and each path he chose seemed to lead him to a different outcome.

"You thought you had escaped the constraints of fate, Feng Jing." The voice came again, this time not harshly but with a hint of regret. "But you still can't escape. All your choices, all your actions, are ultimately just reflections of your own consciousness. You think you are 'free,' but you will always be just a pawn in this game."

Feng Jing's heart suddenly surged with strong emotions - anger, sadness, confusion, and a deep sense of emptiness. He wanted to break free from it all, wanted to find some kind of true "self", but every time he came into contact with these light points, he found that his consciousness seemed to be bound more tightly.

At that moment, a tremendous radiance erupted, engulfing Feng Jing's soul. Feng Jing felt as if he had once again entered a higher dimension. All of time and space, matter and nothingness, intertwined into a complex web. In this moment, he was no longer just Feng Jing, no longer even an individual, but a reflection of the entire universe.

"You're finally back." The voice sounded again, this time solemn and majestic. "You have long since transcended the limitations of time and space. You have become a mirror image of all universes. Your existence is no longer a simple 'existence', but the core of the entire multiverse."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. He saw countless Feng Jings constantly alternating in different time and space, experiencing different destinies, but their endings seemed destined to be inevitable - they would forever wander in this endless nothingness, unable to break free from the shackles of fate.

Feng Jing finally realized that he was no longer "him," no longer any independent being, but a symbol of the entire universe. His existence was not to escape fate, but to embrace this endless cycle, to become part of that invisible force, to witness the rise and fall and collapse of the entire universe.

Chapter 176: Fragments of Time, Floods of Consciousness, and a Labyrinth Beyond the Universe