Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 801 Mysterious Echoes in the Endless Mist

Mysterious echoes in the endless fog

The moment Feng Jing closed his eyes, his consciousness became remarkably clear. He felt no longer swallowed by the void, but instead propelled by some strange force, pushing him through the endless fog. This force wasn't like the oppressive feeling he'd experienced before, but instead carried a hint of endless temptation, like an invisible guide, leading him into the unknown abyss.

He began to realize that his existence wasn't as singular as before. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to transform into a floating speck of light, darting back and forth through countless cracks in time and space. With each journey, he saw a different version of himself. One Feng Jing journeyed through an ancient dynasty, leading millions of troops on the battlefield; another Feng Jing faced off alone against hordes of monsters in the frozen polar regions; and yet another Feng Jing journeyed into a future world, engaging in telepathic dialogue with hyper-intelligent robots.

Each Feng Jing exists in a different way, but he always maintains a deep sense of loneliness. No matter where he is in time and space, he always feels unreal, as if he is just a phantom, controlled by fate, and unable to truly touch his ultimate self.

Suddenly, Feng Jing heard a loud bang, as if the entire structure of the universe was collapsing. He opened his eyes abruptly, and the scene before him changed instantly. The guiding force disappeared in an instant, replaced by an absolute blankness - no light, no darkness, only an indescribable silence, as if the entire universe had stopped functioning.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing asked suddenly, his voice echoing in the void, but there was no response.

He received no answer, but suddenly felt a strong pulling sensation. His body was no longer a physical entity, but a strange energy that rapidly shuttled through countless dimensions. Feng Jing's consciousness completely detached from the material world and entered a level he could not understand - there was no time, no space, no past, and no future, only the eternal "now."

"You're finally here." A voice sounded in Feng Jing's mind. This time, it was not that cold voice, but was filled with some indescribable expectation and oppression.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked, his voice becoming more urgent.

"Who am I? Don't you know?" The voice seemed to be filled with a hint of sarcasm. "I am you. I have always been you. Everything you have experienced, whether it is the rifts in time and space or the constraints of fate, is a dream I have woven for you. You are nothing more than an illusion of your own creation."

"What are you talking about?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently, as if he was sucked into an endless vortex by an irresistible force.

"You simply don't understand." The voice sneered. "You've never transcended your own boundaries. Your so-called struggles are merely fulfilling the script I've already set for you. You've never truly realized that everything is controlled by me, your creator."

Feng Jing's body was instantly torn into countless pieces, as if struck by lightning. Each fragment carried his past memories, emotions, and experiences, floating in the empty space. Suddenly, his consciousness was reborn, appearing in an unfamiliar space.

This space was so bizarre it was incomprehensible, like a vast, boundless sphere, filled with countless suspended fragments, each inscribed with different symbols, languages, and patterns, as if it were a microcosm of countless universes. These fragments sometimes gathered, sometimes dispersed, with no clear pattern to their movement.

Feng Jing tried to touch the fragments, but whenever he got close, they would quickly dissipate as if they had never existed at all.

"Where the hell is this place?" There was a hint of despair in Feng Jing's voice. He began to feel that he was completely lost in this infinite maze.

"This is your memory," the voice finally spoke again. "Your so-called past, future, and the reality you perceive are all illusions I have woven for you. You have no true existence. What you call 'I' is merely your different incarnations in countless universes."

Feng Jing suddenly felt an indescribable sense of suffocation, as if he were trapped in an endless loop. Every attempt to escape was pulled back by some invisible force. In this infinite maze, every fragment he saw represented a moment he had experienced, but they were all ruthlessly stripped of meaning.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Feng Jing's voice almost became hoarse.

"Do you want to know?" The voice chuckled contemptuously. "I've told you a long time ago, Feng Jing. You're just an experiment. I created you and shaped everything about you, just to see how far you could go among countless cracks and universes. You don't really exist, but a 'probability' I set for you."

Feng Jing was speechless. His consciousness was completely shaken, plunging into endless chaos and fragmentation. At this moment, he felt himself being pulled again, towards a place that belonged to no dimension. He saw a massive, rotating sphere, its surface shimmering with countless runes and lights, as if containing the secrets of the entire universe.

"Is this the ultimate truth?" Feng Jing felt a little terrified. "Is this the 'self' I'm searching for?"

"You are wrong." The voice rang in Feng Jing's ears again. "This is not the 'truth', but the source of 'lies'. Your so-called 'ultimate truth' is nothing but an illusion carefully woven by me. And you, Feng Jing, are destined to wander endlessly in this void until all meaning is exhausted."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly exploded. He saw countless versions of himself intertwining and colliding within this rotating sphere, creating irreversible fluctuations. Each of them struggled desperately, trying to break through it all, but no matter how hard they tried, they could never transcend this eternal barrier.

Feng Jing seemed to be thrust once again into an endless darkness. He began to wonder if all this was truly just a dream, a dream he had woven himself, and every struggle, every resistance, was an exhaustion of his strength for this dream.

He finally understood that he had been trapped in this endless fog for a long time, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape.

Chapter 802: Reflection of the Universe and Eternal Void