Time Travel: He is My Dad!

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

Fragments of time, a torrent of consciousness, a labyrinth beyond the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely freed from the constraints of the material world. He was no longer the individual he once was, but a collection of countless possibilities within the entire universe. Before him, time and space seemed to be shattered, scattered into countless irregular fragments. Each fragment represented a "moment," a "choice" Feng Jing had once made. He saw every moment he had experienced as a precisely carved work of art, a perfection so unbearable that it was almost unbearable.

"You always thought you were 'choosing.'" The voice still echoed deep within Feng Jing's heart, this time with a touch of irony. "But you've never made a choice. Everything you've experienced, all the pain and joy, is the alternation and overlap of countless 'Feng Jings.' The world you perceive is merely a reflection of the deepest part of your heart."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed struck by these words, his entire soul oppressed by a force. He no longer stood within a single, fixed worldview, but instead became the fragments of countless parallel universes, floating in the void. Each fragment shimmered with an unreal brilliance, and behind each point of light lay the "possibility" of a Feng Jing. Each Feng Jing emerged and vanished in an endless cycle.

He began to see reflections of himself, alternating across countless universes. Each reflection carried a different emotion and fate. In some, Feng Jing was a benevolent deity, protecting all living things; in others, a corrupted demon, trampling on innocent lives; in others, Feng Jing died alone on a distant planet, without even a goodbye. And none of these Feng Jings seemed to belong to him, and even he, himself, no longer belonged to any specific identity.

"You finally realize it." The voice carried a hint of a silent smile. "You are not 'Feng Jing', you are just an 'idea'. All Feng Jings are merely images projected in the multiverse, alternating with the passage of time. You have never left, always existing in this invisible void."

Feng Jing's consciousness surged again, as if drawn into a vast vortex. He saw countless universes alternating before his eyes, sometimes brilliant and radiant, sometimes utterly silent and desolate. The birth and collapse of each universe seemed to resonate with him in an inexplicable way. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly and rapidly traversed the barriers of time and space, passing through dimension after dimension, entering an unimaginable realm.

He saw countless threads, like a vast web of life, connecting every corner of the universe. At the end of each thread stood a Feng Jing. He was no longer an independent being, but a node within these threads, an insignificant part. Whenever he tried to understand the rules behind these threads, they shifted rapidly, as if the entire universe were nothing more than an extremely complex game.

"You have seen the truth of the universe." The voice became deep and profound. "These veins are the 'root' of all things, the foundation of all life and existence you know. But these veins never had a 'beginning' or an 'end'. They are simply an endless interweaving and confusion, inexplicable in any form."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to be consumed by the complexity of these veins. The fluctuations of each vein seemed to affect the entire universe. Feng Jing tried to touch one of them, but his fingers encountered an invisible barrier that could not be penetrated. His consciousness was like a butterfly trapped in water, flapping its wings continuously, but unable to break free from this endless predicament.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness penetrated these veins and entered a deeper level. Here, he felt a powerful attraction, a presence more mysterious than any force in the universe. Feng Jing's soul seemed to be sucked into a massive black hole. This black hole not only swallowed matter, but also devoured all "possibilities," swallowing every choice and fate Feng Jing had ever experienced.

He saw countless possible endings for himself, like a series of endless hallucinations, each one growing increasingly absurd. One Feng Jing died peacefully on a desolate planet, scattered around countless fragments of time and space; another Feng Jing struggled in the void, being devoured, trying to grasp at something, but unable to grasp anything; and another Feng Jing stood at the edge of the universe, watching the entire universe collapse with a smile, as if he had already seen the truth of everything.

Feng Jing was once again surrounded by these illusions. He began to doubt whether his existence was still real, or whether he was just a product of his mind, a dream that would never end. His consciousness began to fall into boundless chaos. In this chaos, he constantly changed his form, becoming countless incarnations of Feng Jing, as if all the rules of the universe and all of time and space were changing for him.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to be consumed by this endless illusion, a powerful force suddenly pulled his consciousness back to reality. He opened his eyes and found that he had not returned to his past world, but had entered a completely new dimension. This dimension had no time, no space, no matter, only an extremely abstract existence - it was neither darkness nor light, but a kind of indefinable "realm".

In this state, Feng Jing saw himself, but this "Feng Jing" was no longer the self he once knew. This Feng Jing's eyes were deep and hollow, as if he saw through all fate and time. He smiled at Feng Jing, his gaze revealing a hint of ancient and profound wisdom.

"You finally understand." Feng Jing's voice echoed in Feng Jing's heart, "You have never left, you have never 'chosen'. You are just a part of this endless cycle, and you can never escape it."

Feng Jing's soul was torn apart again. He found that he was no longer an individual, but a symbol of the entire universe, caught in an inescapable wheel of fate. All universes, all lives, all Feng Jings, alternated and reborn in this infinite void, endlessly.