Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 813

Self-collapse and rebirth in the void

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again completely ripped apart, as if he were standing on a bridge made of endless black holes, with the bottomless nothingness beneath his feet. All his past memories and emotions began to fragment in his mind, becoming absurd and grotesque in an instant. He even began to doubt his own existence, whether he was just another illusion.

"Do you think you have never given up on yourself? In fact, every struggle of yours has already been arranged by fate." The voice seemed to have no end, crossing all dimensions and all levels, like the whisper of death, echoing in Feng Jing's ears.

Feng Jing wanted to protest, to free himself from this void, but he found he no longer had a physical form, and even his senses had become blurry. Time had become meaningless here, and the past, present, and future were like spinning gears, intertwined and chaotic, forming a huge, indecipherable vicious circle.

Feng Jing was stunned. The ultimate secret of the universe? He had once been obsessed with these mysteries, willing to sacrifice everything to transcend the endless void and seek ultimate power. But now, what he felt was not the impact of power, but unbearable fear.

He stopped trying to understand it all and simply let himself sink. Cracks in his consciousness widened, fragmented memories spreading like ripples. He saw himself as a hollow speck of light, floating at the center of a boundless universe. Surrounded by countless consciousnesses similar to his own, their existences interwoven like images into a web. Each image shifted rapidly, each repeating a familiar process: struggle, collapse, more struggle, and more collapse.

“This is everything you have.” The voice grew ever more powerful, as if emanating from a chorus of countless universes. “The freedom, power, and liberation you seek are ultimately nothing more than a cycle in the void.”

Feng Jing's heart began to crumble. His consciousness ceased to be a single entity, becoming a shapeless, undefined bubble. Just as he thought everything would sink into ultimate darkness and nothingness, a strange feeling suddenly overwhelmed him—he began to realize he wasn't alone. He felt a force coalescing, a strange connection forming within the cracks of the universe.

Suddenly, a deafening voice rang out, as if coming from the endless void: "You think you can control all this? You are just a speck of dust that will soon disappear!"

Feng Jing was astonished to discover that he was actually responding to this voice. His heart began to surge, and an unprecedented power surged from deep within. He even felt himself becoming immensely larger, transcending the limitations of space and time, becoming the source and destination of all existence.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light erupted, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to violently tremble, as if countless selves were simultaneously existing and disappearing. The entire void began to collapse, the laws of space and time were broken, and all matter, consciousness, and perception began to merge into one, forming an indescribable chaos.

"Do you wish to break through this void?" the voice deepened. "Then you must become a part of it, completely dissolving. Only in the void will you see your true self."

Feng Jing didn't answer, his consciousness completely drawn into the boundless chaos. He saw countless "selves" swirling around him, some swallowed by the light, some pulled by the black hole. Everything became so absurd and incomprehensible.

Suddenly, his consciousness jolted, and everything froze. Feng Jing saw his former reality: the once unwavering self, the Feng Jing who had struggled through countless challenges and pain. He was still floating in that void, still searching for a path to breakthrough.

However, Feng Jing realized something at that moment—his so-called "self" had long since vanished into the void, becoming an insignificant detail in countless parallel universes. The breakthrough he had once striven for, the power and meaning he had pursued, had long since been swallowed up by the laws of the universe, reduced to a ruin beyond rebirth.

"You are no longer you," the voice whispered. "Everything you have experienced was a collision in the void. Now, you will become part of this chaos."

Feng Jing felt himself begin to crumble. His consciousness ceased to exist independently, merging with the surrounding void. Gradually, his thoughts shifted from his former self to a more primitive consciousness. This consciousness no longer belonged to any particular "Feng Jing," unconstrained by space and time, and no longer even concerned with its own existence.

He began to realize that everything in this void was an endless cycle of change and reincarnation. In this void, Feng Jing wasn't the only being, nor was he the only consciousness. Countless parallel universes, countless consciousnesses, intertwined, forming an indivisible whole.

Feng Jing no longer felt fear or confusion. Now that he had transcended the boundaries of the individual, the distinction between existence and nothingness had become blurred. At this moment, his consciousness completely exploded, transforming into an infinitely expanding point of light, suspended in the endless void.

"Now, return to the starting point." The voice suddenly became gentle. "You have completed everything and become part of the void."

Feng Jing's consciousness split from the light spot. He felt that he had traveled through countless dimensions, through endless time and space, and was wandering at the junction of nothingness and reality.

He felt himself gradually becoming an individual again, but this time, he was no longer the Feng Jing of the past. He no longer had any fears, no longer had any desires, and no longer had any sense of self. He had become part of the universe, an eternally flowing being.

This void became his final destination.

Chapter 814: The Reversal of Time and Self-Rebirth