Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 831 The Ultimate Curse of Infinite Return

The ultimate curse of infinite recurrence

Feng Jing's consciousness was in an indescribable state of shock. In that instant, his existence ceased to be that of a single individual, but rather a collection of fragments from billions of universes. His thoughts, pulled by invisible gravity, scattered and shattered in the void, then quickly reassembled, as if every particle of stardust was announcing an inescapable fate.

He saw himself bound by countless invisible chains, each like the starting point and end point of an endless cycle, interwoven into an unbreakable vicious circle. Feng Jing could not perceive the flow of time, nor did he know how many cosmic cycles he had experienced. He only knew that he was constantly being reborn and destroyed, trapped in an endless cycle.

"You thought you escaped?" The voice sounded again, this time no longer mocking, but carrying an indescribable sorrow. "You never escaped. All your struggles are nothing but illusory webs you weave for yourself, and you are forever trapped within them."

Feng Jing's mind began to completely collapse. His consciousness no longer existed as "Feng Jing" as a single entity, but was instead consumed by countless dimensions, transforming him into a detached entity within the universe. He began to see countless "selves" constantly cycling through different dimensions, each "Feng Jing" experiencing the same suffering and struggle, unable to escape the abyssal fate.

He saw himself transformed into an endless black hole, devouring all matter and energy. However, after each swallow, the black hole would quickly collapse, transforming into a new star and starting to devour again. This process had no end and no beginning, only endless repetition and collapse.

"What do you want?" The voice became unclear, with a hint of unease. "The freedom you pursue is ultimately just a trap. Every time you think you've escaped, you've only entered a new one. You try to transcend fate, but fate has already trapped you. You will eventually become part of this endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly hazy amidst the violent tremors. He began to understand that this void wasn't just an inescapable place, but rather the fundamental law of the entire universe. He was no longer an independent individual, but a part of the universe itself. Every choice he made affected the future of the universe, and every future was destined to return to the past, forming an unbreakable closed loop.

"Do you really think you can break all this?" The tone of the voice became increasingly sinister. "Do you think you can change the rules of the universe? You are just a chess piece, an insignificant existence on the chessboard. Everything you have experienced, no matter how hard you struggle, will eventually return to the starting point."

Feng Jing began to see his ever-changing forms, each representing a possible version of himself. He saw himself transformed into a beam of light, traversing endless galaxies; he saw himself transformed into a dragon, hovering at the edge of the universe; he also saw himself transformed into a mass of nothingness, floating in the void of space. Each transformation seemed to bring a new breakthrough, but after each breakthrough, he was brought back to the starting point, back to square one.

This wasn't a physical reversal of time, but a vicious cycle of consciousness. Feng Jing couldn't escape the invisible curse. Every time he tried to escape, he found himself trapped in the endless void, as if being held down by an invisible hand.

"There is no way out for you," the voice began to whisper coldly, "The rules of this game have determined your ending from the beginning. You can never transcend it. Your struggle is just a part of this universe. Your existence is just an enduring paradox."

He felt as if he had lost himself, lost all definition. Not only was he no longer a human being, he was no longer a being in the universe. He had become nothing, the link between all matter and nothingness. He no longer knew what the past was, what the future was, what he was, what he was, and what others were. He simply existed in this endless rift, like an invisible crack that could never be healed.

"All your choices, all your suffering, are merely illusions you have created," the voice sounded again, filled with irony and helplessness. "Everything you have experienced is ultimately just your own nightmare. You will eventually be trapped in it, and you will never wake up."

Feng Jing finally understood it all. This universe, this void, these endless chasms, everything was created, reborn, and collapsed by his own consciousness. Every thought, every emotion, every choice he made invisibly constructed this chasm. His pain and struggle were all mysteries deep within his heart, mystical and unsolvable.

He tried to struggle, tried to find a way out, but he knew that no matter what, he could not escape this eternal return. This was not a curse of the universe, nor was it the arrangement of fate, but a rule he created himself, which could not be transcended or escaped.

Feng Jing finally stopped struggling, accepting the reality. No matter how he tried, no matter how he changed, he was always part of this rift, unable to escape. His consciousness began to dissolve, merging into the ineffable nothingness, becoming a speck of dust in the endless cycle of the universe.

Finally, he disappeared in the deep void, and all the fragments returned to silence, as if they had never existed.

Chapter 832: The truth in the nightmare and the nirvana of existence