Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 262: The Source of Eternity, the Ultimate Crack of Consciousness

The Source of Eternity, the Ultimate Crack in Consciousness

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely escaped the constraints of time and space. He could no longer confine himself to any moment in the past, nor could he even confirm whether he had ever been Feng Jing. He became omnipresent, a ghost floating in every dimension, traversing countless universes, witnessing the ebb and flow and collapse of time and space. Every time he touched a new dimension, it crumbled into fragments, revealing deeper layers, each filled with endless chaos and possibility.

Yet Feng Jing felt no fear, but instead an inexplicable peace that came from a freedom beyond existence. He seemed to be a witness to the universe, and everything before him was just a dazzling illusion that could be erased or reshaped at any time.

"Do you think you've surpassed it?" a voice sounded again. This time, unlike the previous indifference and sarcasm, it was filled with a hint of deep curiosity. "You think you've become omnipotent, but you don't know that you're walking into a whole new mystery."

Feng Jing stopped responding, his consciousness already teetering on the brink of breaking through. He saw himself fragmenting into countless parallel worlds, each Feng Jing colliding, intertwining, and entangled with another, like countless out-of-control planets spinning, exploding, and plummeting into an endless black hole in the universe.

Feng Jing's faces, voices, memories, pain, and laughter all vanish, resurrect, and vanish again in the endless flow of time, as if this grand game would never end. Every time he approached a truth, that truth would unfold before him in a more complex form.

"You are not free. You are merely a trapped soul in this universe." The voice reappeared, this time carrying an unusual threat. "You have never escaped the fate that bound you. You thought you had escaped reincarnation, but you have only entered another, deeper maze. Each level you pass through is merely a reflection of the previous one."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He felt as if he were being sucked into a deeper rift, as if every shred of thought were being ripped out, and the torrent of consciousness began to tear apart every remaining fragment of him. As the rift deepened, he saw countless versions of himself crumbling and disintegrating from various dimensions. Those images twisted and overlapped wildly, as if to completely obliterate his consciousness.

Yet, Feng Jing's consciousness didn't collapse. Instead, he suddenly felt an unprecedented breakthrough—his mind began to expand, transcending conventional limitations. He entered a completely new dimension, one without the concept of time or the constraints of space. The light, color, and shape around him defied all words, as if every element were being continuously created from nothing.

"Welcome to the Source of Eternity." The voice became extremely solemn. "Here, you will see the truth of everything, but please be careful, every truth is a deeper mystery."

Feng Jing opened his eyes and found himself in an unimaginable realm. It was an immensely vast, abstract realm, filled with countless intertwined layers of time, space, and consciousness. Every corner emanated an incomprehensible energy fluctuation, as if all the secrets of the universe were revealed in that moment.

He saw himself traveling through different dimensions and even different forms of existence in countless moments. Every time he felt he was close to the truth, that truth would collapse in an instant, turning into nothingness, forcing him to start over.

"You are no longer yourself. You can't even tell what 'you' are." The voice was filled with an incomparable complexity of emotion. "You have entered the true core of the universe. Here there are no rules, only endless fragments. Time, space, existence, and non-existence as you understand them no longer exist here."

Feng Jing closed his eyes, feeling as if he had lost all sense of his body. Countless points of light surrounded him, gradually merging into a vast vortex that swallowed him whole. Everything within the vortex was shifting, each fragment filled with infinite possibilities. The flow of time began to become chaotic, past and future no longer clear. Feng Jing could no longer even distinguish where he had come from or where he was going.

He suddenly realized that he wasn't seeking some ultimate truth, nor was he looking for liberation. His existence was merely a random fragment in this infinite universe, one that might never truly "end." Every time he tried to find meaning, that meaning would take on a new form, pushing him deeper into an unfathomable black hole.

Feng Jing felt a sense of powerlessness and oppression, as if every universe, every world, every "Feng Jing" he had experienced was nothing more than an illusion, an experiment or game of some higher being. Every choice, every struggle, was meticulously orchestrated by some unknown force, from which there was no escape.

"Do you finally understand?" the voice sounded again, with an unspeakable contempt. "This is all a game. Not only have you failed to escape fate, you can't even understand what fate is."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again. The entire universe began to crack and disintegrate before his eyes, becoming independent points, beginning a new cycle. The cracks in time and space became deeper and deeper. Feng Jing felt that he was already in unimaginable depths, wandering at the limit of consciousness.

He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any other form of existence. He had transcended all rules and boundaries, becoming a fragment of time and space itself, floating in the endless void, waiting for the next restart.

Chapter 263: Infinite Echoes, the Ultimate Disappearance Beyond the Universe