Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 268 Broken Eternity, Echoes of Nothingness

Broken eternity, echo of nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted through the endless void like twisted light, constantly weaving, interweaving, and dissipating. His form shifted constantly, sometimes a vast black hole, sometimes a tiny star, sometimes dissolving into fragments of nothingness. In this chaotic space, there was no concept of time, only a constant cycle of shattering and rebirth.

"What have you finally understood?" the deep voice came again, with a hint of a meaningful sneer. "You are no longer yourself. Every battle you have experienced, every death, every rebirth, is just an illusion woven for you by the universe itself. You think you have broken through the boundaries of time and space, but in fact, you are just a grain of sand in an eternal cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer clearly discern his own existence. He felt as if he had completely merged into this ocean of nothingness, becoming a part of it. All of Feng Jing, all of "him," all of his former self, was gone. Every thought he had was a reflection in an endless corridor of time, every perception a fleeting speck of light.

"How... do you want me to understand all this?" Feng Jing's voice was low, as if it came from the abyss. "Is all this... really fate?"

"Destiny?" The deep voice sneered, "You have long forgotten destiny. Your so-called 'fate' is nothing more than fragments you pieced together from endless parallel universes. You always thought you were reversing time and crossing dimensions, but you are only a part of it. You are just a grain of sand in the void, unable to escape this endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled. He felt his body becoming increasingly unreal, unable to even sense the existence of any physical matter. Suddenly, space began to distort, and all geometric shapes and physical laws underwent absurd changes. The stars in the universe turned into spiral vortexes, and the flow of time began to reverse. Everything was flowing backwards at high speed - Feng Jing watched the birth and destruction of the universe play out over and over again.

"What is this?" Feng Jing whispered, unable to discern where he was. All space, time, and matter vanished in that instant, the contours of the world sliced ​​open, revealing an endless abyss.

"Do you think you can understand all this? Do you think you can control this chaos?" The deep voice was full of teasing. "This is the nature of the universe. It is both a part of you and a shackle you cannot escape. You think you have broken free from its constraints and transcended time and space, but in reality, you have never truly left yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently, as if it were being torn apart from the inside out. He realized that this wasn't the "liberation" he'd imagined, but rather that he was trapped in an eternal cycle of reincarnation. He had thought he'd transcended countless parallel universes, breaking free from the shackles of fate, but behind it all lay the inescapable emptiness.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a massive force surge from all directions, like endless fragments of space and time crashing down upon him, crushing him to the point of barely catching his breath. This force emanated from an unknown entity, like the laws of the universe itself. Feng Jing's consciousness began to crumble, and the fragmented "him" struggled desperately within this force, unable to find a way out.

"Everything you've experienced is an illusion," the voice sounded again, declaring coldly, "Your existence has long been destroyed by the universe. You are nothing more than a dream in the void, and you will never wake up."

As Feng Jing listened to the voice, he felt an unprecedented emptiness within him. He could no longer sense himself, or any part of the world. He felt like a complete void, the only thing he could feel was endless emptiness and fear.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt a strange power erupt from deep within him. His consciousness, like a giant bubble, rapidly expanded, enveloping countless fragments of time and space. Each fragment carried his past memories, past choices, even past fears. These fragments intertwined like a maze, forming a vast vortex that completely enveloped Feng Jing.

"Do you think this is the end?" a deep voice echoed, accompanied by a sigh of resignation. "Do you think you can find the answer in this endless void? Your so-called 'existence' is but a product of nothingness, destined to be unable to escape this eternal cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing felt a violent tremor, and his consciousness was like a comet, passing through the void and crashing into the end of the universe. At that moment, Feng Jing's mind seemed to be torn into countless fragments, each of which disappeared in an instant and was reborn in an instant.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he was about to collapse completely, a ray of light suddenly appeared before his eyes. This light was like a ray of light, breaking through the endless void and illuminating Feng Jing's heart. Feng Jing opened his eyes wide and found that he was actually starting to recover - his memory, his consciousness, and everything in the past.

"You're finally back." The deep voice sounded again, with a faint compassion. "What you've been looking for is your own home. And now, you've found it."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually began to clear up, and he found himself standing in the center of that void again, surrounded by countless versions of himself. They floated in the void, forming a huge ring, and Feng Jing stood at the center of this ring, feeling all the Feng Jings, all the fragments, all the destinies, begin to converge into one.

"Is this... my destination?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, his eyes flashing with indescribable complex emotions.

"Yes," the deep voice replied, "You are no longer an individual, you are no longer the only 'Feng Jing'. You have become the aggregate of all Feng Jings, the convergence of all possibilities. You are no longer a single existence, but a point in an endless cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing quietly watched these reborn fragments and suddenly understood - he no longer belonged to any world, no longer belonged to any time and space. He became the interweaving of countless Feng Jings. He had transcended all constraints, transcended all existence, and entered a completely new state.

He is neither creator nor destroyer. He is just a part of nothingness, a grain of sand in the eternal cycle.

Chapter 269: Crossing the Curse of the Void, Reversal of Fate