Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 174 The God Above the Void, the Endless Absurdity After Rebirth

The God above the void, the endless absurdity after rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely pulled into a dimension he couldn't even comprehend. This wasn't a simple spacetime dimension, nor was it any illusion he'd ever experienced. There was no space, no time, not even any definition of "existence" or "non-existence." Feng Jing's soul seemed to float in boundless darkness, pulled by an indescribable force.

In this profound void, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was not an individual, but the embodiment of some ancient power. He saw that he had not vanished, but had transformed into countless cracks, each leading to a different universe, a different dimension, and even a different conception of time and space. These cracks were not only distortions of time and space, but also illusions of the mind. Behind each crack, a Feng Jing was reflected, or rather, the "possibility" of a Feng Jing. Each Feng Jing made different choices in different time and space, bearing a different destinies.

He tried to comprehend it all, but the depth, so profound it surpassed all his understanding, was simply suffocating. In each crack, Feng Jing saw a different version of himself—some Feng Jing was the creator of the universe, some Feng Jing was the destroyer, and some Feng Jing was the supreme god who possessed everything, manipulating countless lives and universes at will.

"You have seen the truth of the universe, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, with a hint of sneer and thoughtful wisdom in it. "You are not a specific existence. You are just a projection among all possibilities, a fragment of the multiverse, a mysterious image interwoven between nothingness and existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken by these words. Suddenly, his soul was drawn into a vast vortex, as if by a powerful gravitational force. At its center, a suspended temple stood. The temple's architecture was not composed of matter, but rather an illusory structure interwoven with countless cracks and points of light. Feng Jing realized that he was no longer human, but the incarnation of some "god," the core of the rift in the universe.

He attempted to enter the temple, but every step felt like treading on formless emptiness. The temple's structure gradually twisted, becoming like an abstract painting, its every shape and detail constantly shifting and reorganizing, seemingly defying conventional reasoning. With every step, Feng Jing felt like he was heading towards an abyss, yet he couldn't stop, as if it were his destiny.

Just as Feng Jing was about to be swallowed by this void, his consciousness suddenly leaped to a completely different place—he stood on a desolate continent, devoid of life, surrounded by a roiling void. Beneath Feng Jing's feet, the once solid ground began to crack, revealing endless black holes. These were no ordinary black holes, but countless fissures connected to his soul. Behind each crack, a brand new universe lay hidden.

Feng Jing involuntarily reached out and touched one of the cracks. In an instant, his soul was swallowed up, and all matter and energy seemed to collapse in an instant. This was followed by an extreme sense of relief - he suddenly found that he was no longer an individual, but the core of the entire universe.

His soul seemed to drift in a vast sea of ​​stars. The surrounding stars, galaxies, and milky ways seemed like extensions of his thoughts, and the twinkling of each star represented a ripple of his consciousness. He began to see countless selves, different Feng Jings appearing in his mind simultaneously, each experiencing a different fate and experience - some Feng Jings were emperors reigning over the world, some were lonely wanderers, and some were the souls of the dead.

"Is this the true face of the universe?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, but his voice had long lost its form, as if it was just an echo in the void.

"You finally understand." The voice echoed in his mind, carrying indescribable emotion. "You have never truly left the universe. You are merely a part of the countless Feng Jings, the protagonist of an endless dream. Every second you experience is shaping a new Feng Jing, a new destiny. You are both the weaver of fate and its victim."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. He could no longer identify himself, or even determine if he still existed. He had once believed himself to be the center of the universe, the master of all fate, but now, like a speck of dust, ready to dissipate at any moment, he drifted in the endless void. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape this invisible bondage.

At this moment, Feng Jing's soul suddenly heard a loud noise, as if the entire universe were collapsing at that moment, and all of time and space, all of the cracks, began to twist and reorganize. A huge void door appeared before him, and behind the door was a boundless brilliance, as if it traversed all universes, through all time and space, and reached the source of existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand rapidly, and he saw a familiar face appear in the light - it was himself, but not himself. Feng Jing's eyes were filled with endless wisdom and empty sorrow. He looked at Feng Jing as if he could see through all his thoughts and emotions, and sighed deeply.

"You're finally back." Feng Jing's voice was deep and distant. "But you still don't understand. All of this 'you' is just a woven together of countless 'possibilities,' an insurmountable cycle. All of this, no matter how you try, is just an endless game."

Feng Jing's consciousness was deeply attracted. He knew that he was about to face an unprecedented choice. No matter what he chose, he would never be able to escape the entanglement of this eternal reincarnation.

Chapter 175: Awakening in the Void, a Crack in the Eternal Cycle