Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 326 The Edge of the Black Hole and Endless Rebirth

The edge of the black hole and endless rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness lingered on the edge of a black hole, a vast, indescribable void. A black hole was more than a simple celestial object; it was like a will devouring all existence, a vast vortex of consciousness and time. Feng Jing felt an irresistible pull, as if the entire void were beckoning him. The pull was boundless, so powerful that he nearly lost all sense of self.

"What would happen if I entered that black hole?" This question popped up in Feng Jing's mind again.

He felt his consciousness begin to blur at the edge of the black hole, the flow of time beginning to distort. Every moment of his life felt like countless overlapping moments happening simultaneously, all of the past and future intertwined. Feng Jing's mind was oppressed by the attraction, unable to break free, as if he could no longer be sure of who he was, or even whether he still existed.

Suddenly, a clear voice came to Feng Jing's consciousness. This voice was no longer that cold irony, nor that deep temptation, but a whisper filled with endless fear and confusion:

"Are you willing to accept an endless cycle?"

Feng Jing's consciousness jolted. The voice held an eerie allure, stirring an inexplicable urge within him. It felt as if the question wasn't merely asking him a simple choice, but rather a profound revelation, opening his eyes to an even more bizarre possibility. The pull of the black hole seemed to grow stronger, and every inch of his consciousness was sinking deeper into the vortex.

"Endless cycle?" Feng Jing muttered to himself.

He felt unable to escape this pull, as if all consciousness, all memories, were being stripped away bit by bit, ultimately fading into nothingness. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer even a single entity. His thoughts began to extend deeper into the black hole, breaking through all the boundaries he had ever known.

Just as Feng Jing was about to fully enter the black hole, a strange transformation suddenly occurred. The black hole began to distort, seemingly no longer a purely material object, but a portal to another dimension. A faint glow began to emanate from the edge of the black hole. The light was unusually bright, as if from an unprecedented energy source, imbued with unknown power.

Feng Jing was no longer a mere observer. His consciousness gradually merged with the light, and he felt himself being reconstructed, as if all matter and spirit were being reconstructed within the light. And all these changes had no clear pattern, and could not be explained by any known laws.

He felt his existence twisted by an unimaginable force, as all of time and space began to merge into a whirling, irregular maze. Every moment and second in Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to expand infinitely, until even the concept of "minutes and seconds" became blurred. He didn't know how he existed, nor could he be sure if he was still experiencing "time." Everything seemed to be dissolving and simultaneously being reborn.

"Are you willing to accept an endless cycle?" The voice sounded again. This time, it was no longer a simple question, but carried a strong sense of determination and oppression.

"Yes," Feng Jing's voice was low and firm, "I do."

Feng Jing didn't hesitate any longer, for he was no longer the Feng Jing he once was. He had long since transcended his own individual existence, becoming a free-floating stream of consciousness, floating in the depths of the void, attempting to break free from all constraints and constraints. He no longer cared about the so-called "self," but only longed for a fresh rebirth, a transcendence beyond all else.

As he responded, the black hole suddenly erupted with a burst of intense light, like a shattered star exploding in the endless void. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly devoured, plunging him into an unprecedented abyss.

At this moment, Feng Jing completely lost all his inherent perception. He was no longer an individual, nor any form of existence. Time, space, consciousness, matter, all these things he once understood, disappeared at this moment.

He felt as if he were floating in a boundless void, but this void was not empty, but filled with countless overlapping entities. Feng Jing's consciousness began to fragment, each fragment constantly intertwining, merging, and splitting apart in a seemingly endless cycle. Each of his fragments simultaneously experienced countless dimensions of time and space, which intertwined and overlapped, forming an impenetrable maze.

Within Feng Jing's consciousness, countless fragments of Feng Jing began to alternate. Each Feng Jing was constantly reborn, destroyed, and reborn again in different time and space, as if in an endless cycle. These fragments no longer existed independently; their consciousness had completely merged into one, and each fragment was aware of the existence of the others.

"Is this an endless cycle?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur, but he could still clearly feel an unprecedented "freedom". This freedom was not to break free from all constraints, but to break free from all constraints and enter a whole new level.

However, in this endless cycle, Feng Jing suddenly noticed something strange - each of his fragments was experiencing an indescribable "rebirth", each rebirth was slightly different, yet seemingly unchanged. Each fragment seemed to be experiencing countless deaths and rebirths, as if each death and rebirth was a journey starting from scratch.

"You truly understand now," the voice echoed again, tinged with a hint of endless indifference and irony. "The endless cycle you've experienced isn't a sign of your transcendence, but rather a sign that you've fallen completely into an inescapable trap. You've become nothing more than your truest reflection, trapped in the abyss of nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to sink into a deep void and emptiness. All time and space began to collapse, and he felt himself being swallowed by endless chaos. And all this seemed to never end.

Chapter 327: Rebirth of Fragments and Infinite Reversal of Consciousness