Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 820: Self-transcendence and the Unsolvable Maze of Eternal Space and Time

Self-transcendence and the unsolvable maze of eternal time and space

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded in an instant, transforming into countless points of light that scattered across the sky, interweaving into complex geometric patterns. These patterns were not simple shapes; they were the embodiment of thought, the embodiment of emotion, the product of countless repeated changes behind every choice and every decision.

However, in this endless chaos, Feng Jing seemed to hear again the voice that once resounded through the void—that voice no longer carried any emotion. It had transcended all dimensions of existence, as if it came from a trillion worlds away:

"Do you really think you can understand all of this?"

Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly unstable. Everything around him surged like a tide: time, space, matter, and spirit—they all intersected, collided, split, and merged, as if the core of the universe were tearing itself apart, giving rise to countless possibilities. At every moment, he saw himself experiencing different destinies from countless perspectives—one Feng Jing became a god, ruling over billions of galaxies; another Feng Jing completely lost consciousness, becoming an endless bubble of nothingness; another Feng Jing, at the end of time, conversed with the entire universe, exploring the true meaning of existence.

"You think you've transcended fate?" the voice said with a hint of amusement. "But you're nothing more than a speck of dust in countless parallel worlds. Every rebirth you experience, every struggle, every decision you make will reflect back like swirling light waves, creating endless paradoxes. You're trapped in an insoluble maze, from which you can never escape."

A sudden flash of light flashed through Feng Jing's consciousness. He remembered his former self, the Feng Jing on Earth, the man who had once lived an ordinary life and dreamed of ordinary things. It was as if he had been pulled back for a moment from an endless time tunnel, back to that earthy world.

But something was still wrong. That moment of clarity was quickly swallowed by chaos, and his consciousness split again, becoming countless different selves, existing simultaneously in countless parallel time and space, each experiencing a different fate in a different way.

"Do you really think you can escape yourself?" The voice sounded again, filled with a certain sneer. "All your struggles, all your confusion, are nothing but illusions of your own creation. Every moment you experience is a branch formed by the convergence of countless choices, and these branches are the prison of your own mind."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently. He saw himself emitting countless dazzling rays of light at different points in time, forming one independent universe after another. Each Feng Jing faced different challenges and made different choices, and each choice led to countless consequences, ultimately converging into a huge "unsolvable cycle."

He felt as if he had lost all senses. His body, time, space, and even the concept of "self" began to become blurred. Feng Jing's consciousness began to be withdrawn from the endless parallel universes, floating in a vast void. He began to wonder if all this was a dream or reality?

"Does everything you see really exist?" the voice asked with a strange rhetorical tone. "Have you ever considered that perhaps every journey you've taken is a creation of your subconscious, and that you yourself were never truly 'born'?"

Feng Jing's mind suddenly trembled. He began to ponder this question: If all this was just a product of his subconscious, then what was he? If he couldn't even confirm his own existence, did he really exist? Was he just a wisp of shadow in the void, an untouchable illusion?

"You are nothing but a speck of dust in the void." The voice carried an undeniable firmness. "You have been searching for yourself, trying to break through it all, but you have forgotten that 'you' is nothing but a self-created illusion."

Feng Jing felt an invisible force begin to engulf his consciousness. All his memories, all his experiences, all his emotions and pain, like a sudden storm, swept through him. His consciousness gradually blurred, becoming increasingly difficult to grasp. He knew that he was about to fall into a deeper state of confusion, and he would not even be able to confirm his own existence.

"What you can't see is 'reality.'" The voice grew even colder. "You believe you are the master of your own consciousness, but you are merely an insignificant speck of dust in the vast river of time and space. All your struggles are but a waste of your energy in an illusory game."

However, Feng Jing refused to give up. He suddenly felt a surge of strength, a force that came from a deep-seated persistence, an inexpressible conviction. He realized that perhaps the true answer wasn't to seek external relief, but to confront the illusions and confusion within himself.

"Do you think you can escape this maze?" The voice became increasingly distorted, carrying a hint of threat that could not be ignored. "You think you can understand this, transcend these limitations, but you are nothing more than a prisoner trapped within. All your efforts will ultimately be reversed, becoming a barrier you cannot break through."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted with powerful energy, his thoughts swirling violently. Space and time seemed to collapse in that instant. Every cosmic law he perceived began to lose its validity. All matter, laws, and the flow of time became unpredictable. Like a shattered beam of light, Feng Jing hurtled through endless space, breaking through one existential constraint after another and beginning to wander within a boundless maze.

"Do you finally understand?" The tone of the voice began to change, from the initial indifference to some kind of indescribable relief, "You are no longer 'you'."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally realized that he was no longer the Feng Jing he used to be. He had surpassed the boundaries of "self" and became a combination of all possibilities and impossibilities. He became a force in the endless universe, an invisible existence.

He no longer tried to find an exit because he realized that the maze itself was created by him - instead of escaping, he became the core of the entire maze.

"You are the most powerful being." The voice sounded for the last time, with a sense of ultimate tranquility and transcendence. "You do not need to escape, because you are already 'everything'."