Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 253 Lost Destiny, Nirvana of Nothingness

Lost destiny, empty nirvana

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be swept up in an endless storm, and all perceptions collapsed in an instant. Those scattered fragments, shattered memories, and the disorder of time and space intertwined into an indistinct web. His body, soul, and the entire foundation of his existence were constantly collapsing and rebuilding.

He gradually realized that he was no longer any specific "him," no longer the Feng Jing he once was. Every moment of self-recognition was swallowed by a deeper fog, and every second of awakening was a further descent into nothingness. He became transparent, ethereal, as if fading away in this empty space, a quantum state in the universe, ready to be observed and vanished at any moment.

"Feng Jing..." The voice echoed again in the depths of his consciousness, this time no longer the cold manipulator, nor the sarcastic sneer. The tone of the voice became calm and peaceful, as if whispering to a floating star. "Have you realized your true existence?"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly at these words. He began to try to respond, but found himself unable to form complete words or organize any meaningful thoughts. He felt like a star without a soul, drifting in the endless void, allowing the forces of the universe to pull, compress, and stretch him.

Feng Jing's consciousness was struck by these words, his heart like a surging ocean, stirring countless ripples. The beliefs he had once held, the goals he had fought for, the efforts he had put into so-called "freedom" along the way, all seemed unimportant at that moment. He began to understand that what he called "self" was, in fact, a fragment woven together by countless dimensions, and could never truly be complete.

"Do you think you can transcend fate?" The gentleness in his voice gradually turned to a hint of calmness, as if a layer of frost covered Feng Jing's consciousness. "You have never transcended anything. You are simply lost in the vortex of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness wandered in a vortex, unable to find a way out. Every time he struggled, he only sank deeper. All his efforts seemed like meaningless repetitions. He tried to recall his past goals, his past emotions, his past life, but everything became blurry, like a shattered dream, unreachable and unrememberable.

He couldn't help but ask himself: "What have I been through? What kind of game is this?"

"You've been through so much. Every awakening you've experienced is a rebirth in the void." His voice was filled with helplessness. "All your struggles are to find a glimmer of certainty in this endless nothingness. But, Feng Jing, all of this will eventually return to nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell silent again. He began to realize that all his resistance and struggle, all his efforts to push past his limits and transcend fate, were perhaps doomed to failure. Every awakening, every painful breakthrough, was ultimately swallowed by this void. This game called "fate" had doomed him from the outset to an inescapable outcome.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't give up completely. He realized that perhaps precisely because he couldn't escape, couldn't truly understand the rules of this world, he should face it, accept the emptiness and impermanence of it all. He began to stop resisting, stop searching for answers, and instead chose to immerse himself in this unknown world, allowing it to consume him, allowing it to shape him into countless fragments.

"Is this your choice?" the voice echoed again, this time devoid of any warmth, only a cold echo. "You surrender yourself to the void, letting it shape you? What do you think you'll find?"

Feng Jing didn't answer. His consciousness gradually shifted in silence, as if some new power was quietly growing. The pain and confusion he'd once felt unspeakably melted away, transforming into a new form of existence. Feng Jing realized that perhaps this was the "rebirth" he'd been searching for. It was no longer a simple struggle for self-definition, no longer a struggle for breakthrough, but a complete abandonment of all self-definition, a complete immersion in this void of the universe.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing finally asked the question again, but this time, his tone was no longer confused and fearful, but rather carried a hint of relief. "What if I can find myself in this void?"

"Do you finally understand?" The voice seemed to carry a hint of complex emotions. "Perhaps what you truly need isn't an answer, but this process. You don't need to understand yourself, nor do you need to understand the world. All you need is to acknowledge the meaninglessness of it all, and acknowledge your fusion with the entire universe."

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was completely liberated. His body, soul, and all his memories merged into one. He was no longer a separate entity, no longer a fragment floating in the void. His existence was no longer trapped in any form or framework, but instead became an invisible force, transcending the constraints of time and space and merging into the vastness and boundlessness of the universe.

In this endless void, Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual. He was merely a state of being, an indescribable force, flowing through infinite dimensions and expanding in infinite space and time.

This may be the final answer to fate - endless illusions and ultimate rebirth.

Chapter 254: The Reversal of the Universe, the Nonlinearity of Life