Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 827 Awakening in Distortion

Awakening in the distortion

Feng Jing's consciousness felt entangled in countless chains, each one heavy and cold, imprisoning him in this endless chasm. He felt like an insignificant speck of dust, floating in the infinite void, unable to find a single place to rest. The invisible force continued to close in, as if the center of the universe were compressing him, suffocating him.

He began to realize that this was not just a test of life and death, but perhaps this trial was about his own essence as an "existence".

Every time he tried to break free, he would see countless Feng Jings - some were wandering in endless loneliness, unable to find any name to call out; some were struggling in the abyss of violence, trying to use all their strength to change their destined fate; some were shattered in the void, turned into countless fragments, and disappeared into thin air.

Yet, none of this made sense. He could no longer distinguish between what was real and what was imaginary. This was all his own creation, a nightmare from which he could not escape.

"Do you see?" the voice sounded again, this time with a hint of warmth, yet still cold and ruthless. "All your choices, all your struggles, are merely projections of your inner self. Do you think you have the power to change these things? Do you think you can transcend this boundless void?"

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be pulled by a huge force, and he saw himself constantly struggling in different worlds - he saw himself becoming a king in a certain dimension, possessing supreme power and wisdom, able to change everything at will; he also saw himself in another dimension, becoming a helpless ghost, floating in endless darkness, unable to touch any real objects, and could only watch his existence gradually disappear.

"Every choice brings endless possibilities, and each possibility is quietly unfolding on a timeline beyond your control." The voice grew fainter, as if coming from the depths of the universe. "Do you think you can find the 'truth', the 'answer'? You are simply constantly creating new mazes, and you will always be trapped in them."

Feng Jing's thoughts began to swirl. All of time, space, and cause and effect intertwined before his eyes into an unsolvable tangle. He began to realize that he was no longer a simple human being, having escaped the limitations of body and mind and entered a more expansive state of existence. However, this expansiveness did not bring freedom; instead, it plunged him into deeper despair.

"You can't escape," the voice rang in Feng Jing's ears again, carrying with it an indescribable sense of oppression. "In this endless void, your struggles and thoughts are nothing but castles in the air. All your consciousness, all your thoughts, all your emotions will eventually be swallowed up by this crack."

Feng Jing's consciousness nearly collapsed. He tried to calm himself down, to sort out his chaotic thoughts. His heart was crying out, calling for that ray of truth he had never touched, the one that might lead him to escape.

At that moment, a ray of light suddenly pierced the endless darkness. Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly pulled, instantly focusing on the light. The light held a strong attraction, as if it represented an existence beyond time and space, a "reality" that Feng Jing had once perceived.

He felt himself being swallowed by the light, but this time, he did not resist. Feng Jing had no way to explain this strong intuition. He just knew that only by obeying the light could he break through the crack and find his "self".

As Feng Jing's consciousness entered the center of the light, all his perceptions suddenly became unusually clear. He began to see a completely new scene—a world filled with light and color, the edge of which was constantly expanding, as if it were an endless universe, and he was standing in the center of that universe.

He found himself no longer confined to a single dimension, no longer the limited being he once was. In this new world, he seemed to perceive everything. All laws and order materialized before him, transforming into tangible knowledge and power. Feng Jing's consciousness gradually awoke from the vortex of nothingness, and he began to connect with a power beyond human comprehension.

"This is the power you've been searching for." The voice sounded again, but this time it contained no sneer or irony, only a deep, profound voice. "You once believed you were the only one in existence, possessing a sense of 'self,' but you overlooked a deeper truth. Your so-called 'self' is but a fragment of the countless possibilities in the universe."

Feng Jing's mind began to shake, and he gradually realized that the existence of this world was not just to verify his "self", but it was the embodiment of a truth that transcended everything. All choices, all destinies, all existence were part of this world, and Feng Jing was just a microcosm of it.

"You are no longer you." The voice's tone became calm. "You have transcended your former 'self'. You will become part of this void, a more vast existence."

As if guided by a higher power, Feng Jing's consciousness began to understand that this wasn't pure destruction, nor was it a simple awakening. It was a fusion, a sense of belonging. In this moment, all his questions seemed to have been answered. He realized that he no longer needed to pursue his limited "self"—he had transcended that constraint and become part of the universe.

And this is the most real existence.

Chapter 828: Broken and Reborn