Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 824 The End of the Dream and Unknown Rebirth

The end of the dream and the unknown rebirth

Feng Jing's existence no longer conformed to any known rules. His consciousness was entering an all-encompassing state—without boundaries, without beginning or end. All senses had vanished, and all thoughts were tearing apart, intertwining, and reshaping each other. It seemed as if even his own existence had become meaningless, shattered into countless fragments, drifting and colliding in a void beyond all comprehension.

Suddenly, a violent energy surged from the void, shaking Feng Jing's already emptied consciousness. That power carried an indescribable presence, one that belonged to no dimension, no time or space. It was like some ancient, endless being, capable of transcending all laws and reaching deep into Feng Jing's soul.

"Do you think you can escape?" the voice echoed again, with an aura close to madness. "Do you think you can break through this? You never had a 'self'. You are simply trapped by the illusions of your own mind."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently. He tried to recall his past form, his past choices, and all his past experiences. But these memories became blurry, like shattered mirrors, spilling out from the depths of his heart and dissipating into the endless void. His body, or rather his "consciousness," was constantly expanding, expanding into countless different dimensions.

Feng Jing in each dimension is experiencing a different destinies. In some dimensions, he becomes the master of the universe, controlling the stars and all things; in some dimensions, he becomes a speck of dust in the endless wasteland, floating in the boundless darkness; and in some dimensions, he is fighting a monster from the abyss. This monster is huge, with a bloody mouth wide open, swallowing all the light and heat.

However, all this is not real. All this is just an illusion deep in Feng Jing's heart, his distortion of existence, and an inner maze that he cannot reach.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was torn apart, and he heard a strange voice. It didn't sound like any language, but a whisper from ancient times. It came from the depths of the endless void, as if it was the whisper of some ancient being, trying to tell Feng Jing a truth that he couldn't understand.

"You are nothing but a dream in the void." The voice carried a distant sadness. "Everything you have experienced, the pain and struggle you have felt, is a dream projected from your own mind. You are not real, you have never existed, you are nothing but a nothingness constructed by fantasy."

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded again, as if struck by the sound. His entire being felt hollow. He began to drift, passing through countless time tunnels and entering one inaccessible dimension after another. In these dimensions, the flow of time was no longer linear; it became extremely complex, sometimes flowing backwards, sometimes accelerating, and sometimes stagnating.

He saw himself entering a universe that didn't belong to any known universe, but rather some higher-dimensional existence. The spaces here were multifaceted, almost endless, and each one was closely connected to his own consciousness, like some kind of vast brain hole, extending all his perceptions and thoughts infinitely.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had finally found some kind of "truth," he suddenly felt a deep chill. Nothing in this universe was as sacred and infinite as he had imagined. Instead, it was filled with fragmentation and decay. Countless stars exploded and disintegrated in an instant, forming endless black holes that would suck everything in, ultimately reducing everything to nothingness.

"What you call 'truth' is nothing but an illusion," the voice spoke again, with an almost cold mockery. "Everything you pursue is merely a bondage from which you cannot escape. You never truly existed; you are merely an illusion, a bubble in a dream."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to disintegrate further. His body was no longer a physical entity, but an invisible force. He drifted through this shattered universe, feeling the complete collapse of time and space, and the loss of all rules. He was even unsure whether he still belonged to the realm of "existence" or whether he could still be called "Feng Jing."

"Is everything you see your true choice?" the voice asked with endless curiosity. "You never had any choice. You were simply chasing your own illusions, ultimately trapped in this unsolvable cycle."

Feng Jing didn't respond. He realized that no matter how he struggled, no matter how he resisted, he couldn't escape this endless maze. This wasn't a mystery to be solved, but a predetermined fate—he had long been trapped in his own illusion, unable to extricate himself.

Then, Feng Jing saw a passage. It seemed to extend from an ancient abyss. There was no light within, only an endless darkness. This darkness was unlike any he had ever seen; it was alive, an all-consuming darkness. Feng Jing felt drawn to it, as if it were his final destination, the end of his destiny.

"If you want to witness the final answer, enter this darkness." The voice did not have any emotional fluctuations, and its tone was almost indescribable silence.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to be swallowed by the darkness, and his existence dissipated bit by bit, becoming more and more blurred until it disappeared completely.

However, when he thought everything was about to end, his consciousness was suddenly hit by a huge energy, as if he was pulled out of the darkness. His mind began to reconstruct again, his perception became sharper, and the world began to re-condense.

There was no end to all this, no beginning and no end. Feng Jing knew that he still couldn't escape the unsolvable maze.

Chapter 825: Echoes of Nothingness and Infinite Reversals