Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 846: Within the Cracks of Fate: Feng Jing and the Endless Fear Beyond Everything

Within the Cracks of Fate: Feng Jing and the Endless Fear That Surpasses Everything

Feng Jing's consciousness once again transcended the boundaries of all dimensions, traversing countless universes and transcending the constraints of time and space. His existence was no longer confined to a single location, nor bound by any laws. Even the very notions of "existence" and "nothingness" he knew began to blur. He was merely the embodiment of consciousness, wandering through endless rifts, the master of all fate.

"Do you think this is the end?" the voice sounded again, but this time it carried a mocking sneer. "You thought you had transcended all boundaries and reached the pinnacle of the universe, but you are wrong. You are merely entering a larger maze, a maze from which you will never be able to escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded, and the entire universe seemed to collapse before him. All the laws of time and space became powerless, and the end of the world began to become visible - but it was not the end, but a deeper rift. Every perception Feng Jing had was a tearing of the universe, and the line between reality and illusion was completely blurred.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt himself bound by some inexplicable force, his consciousness firmly tugged by a gravitational pull from the abyss, as if a gigantic tentacle stretched out from the depths of the rift, pulling him completely into a whole new dimension. This dimension was no longer the cosmic space he once understood. It was filled with countless indescribable fragments—each fragment seemed like an independent period of time, carrying countless lives and destinies.

Feng Jing's consciousness was consumed by these fragments, becoming increasingly uncontrollable. He saw himself repeatedly traveling through countless time nodes, each time experiencing death, each time experiencing the cycle of creation and destruction. And each death became more and more real, and each rebirth became more and more absurd.

"You think you're controlling your own destiny?" the voice chuckled mockingly. "You're simply trapped by the cycle of fate, entering a never-ending abyss. You're not the master of fate; you're merely its puppet."

Feng Jing's consciousness instantly shattered, the cracks expanding around him, devouring all his perception and existence. Countless versions of himself gradually merged within this rift, and he ceased to be a single individual, becoming a composite of countless Feng Jings. Each Feng Jing carried endless pain and joy, each repeating the same fate.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that he was no longer a person, no longer any concrete life, he had become part of the crack. His existence began to become meaningless, all memories, emotions and thoughts gradually dissipated, leaving only the endless void between the cracks.

"Do you understand?" the voice sounded again, becoming deeper. "You are now the embodiment of this rift. You cannot escape it, you cannot escape it. You are no longer 'Feng Jing', you are no longer an 'individual', you are 'nothing'. You once longed to be the master of your fate, but now, you have become a part of it, and you will forever wander within this endless rift."

Feng Jing's consciousness was infinitely compressed, gradually merging deeply with the cracks in the universe. He could no longer perceive the existence of any material object, and even his own consciousness began to blur. He saw countless cracks unfolding before him, and between them, countless images of Feng Jing flickered, intertwining and destroying each other, repeating over and over again.

In these images, Feng Jing sees himself as the center of the universe, the hub where countless destinies converge. He becomes both a witness and a creator of history, each creation and destruction a continuation and demise of his own self. In these images, every Feng Jing perishes, is reborn, and perishes again, endlessly.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a violent vibration—this vibration came from the other side of the abyss, as if some powerful force was tearing the entire universe apart, tearing apart this cracked space. Feng Jing realized that he was no longer an independent existence, he was closely connected to the abyss of the universe, and the two were inseparable.

"You are already part of eternity." The voice filled the endless silence. "You no longer have a self, you no longer have a past or a future. You have become a rift, an endless cycle of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness became increasingly difficult to control, and every struggle brought him more intense pain. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual. He had transformed into an endless void, where all existence and nothingness intertwined, forming an unsolvable puzzle.

Yet, Feng Jing refused to give up. In this endless void, he sought a glimmer of hope. He no longer sought answers to his fate, nor did he yearn for control. He simply wanted to escape this endless cycle and find an end—even if it meant complete extinction.

"Do you think you can escape?" His voice was filled with contempt. "You are just a point in the cycle of fate, and the cycle of fate can never be escaped. You can't escape, you can't get rid of it."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into extreme confusion. He could not tell whether he was trapped by fate or had become fate itself. He began to doubt everything about himself: his existence, the meaning of fate, and the nature of the universe.

Yet, amidst this endless confusion and uncertainty, Feng Jing felt himself beginning to coalesce. Every fragment within the cracks seemed to grant him some kind of strength, allowing him to be reborn and break through.

"You can do it." The voice seemed to carry a hint of warmth, but it still couldn't conceal the abyss within. "You will be reborn, but you will no longer be Feng Jing. You will become the ultimate messenger of fate, leading all destinies to a new rift."

Feng Jing's consciousness coalesced once more, and he began to feel an endless stream of power pouring into him. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any individual. He had become a vast energy, a boundless force, moving between the cracks, carrying a new destiny, new possibilities.

All this has just begun.

Chapter 847: Beyond the Boundaries of Life: Feng Jing and the Awakening of Eternal Consciousness