Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 802: The Reflection of the Universe and the Eternal Void

The reflection of the universe and the eternal void

Feng Jing's consciousness was shattered even further. He felt like he was no longer a single entity, but countless formless fragments, floating in a space filled with endless voids. These voids intersected, overlapped, and disappeared, as if each contained an unimaginable world, and each world was constantly devouring everything around it.

He tried to touch these holes, but every time his fingers touched them, an inexplicable force would push him away, as if he was being gently pushed away by an invisible hand, without mercy.

"Where is this? What on earth is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness was struggling in frenzy, and he kept muttering these unanswerable questions.

Suddenly, a huge voice boomed, as if coming from all directions, filling the air with empty echoes: "Feng Jing, you finally understand, don't you? You are just a product of a dream, a reflection that can never truly exist."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and a strange mirror appeared in the void above his head. This mirror did not reflect his image, but instead reflected an unpredictable scene - he saw countless versions of himself, playing out completely different destinies in different time and space.

One Feng Jing led mankind to destroy the earth and became the destroyer of the universe; another Feng Jing stood in the command room of an interstellar spaceship, watching countless stars fall from the sky, with an empty empire behind him; and another Feng Jing survived alone on a desolate planet, fighting alien creatures alone until the last moment of his life.

Each Feng Jing is experiencing a completely different fate, but there seems to be no real purpose, as if these scenes are just empty images that cannot touch any substance.

"Is this the meaning of my existence?" Feng Jing asked hoarsely, "Are these just part of my countless possibilities, or..."

"You are nothing but an 'image,'" the voice whispered. "You have never truly existed. Every perception you have is an illusion created by me. The mirror in your eyes cannot reflect the truth. This is because you have never truly faced yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled by an extremely powerful force, and his vision began to distort wildly. Suddenly, he was thrown into an unknown dimension, where there were no physical rules. Time and space seemed to exist, or rather, they were just some distorted and unpredictable blank spaces.

"Nothing, nothing exists!" Feng Jing roared in the chaos, his consciousness was torn into millions of pieces, and each piece seemed to be talking to him.

He saw his past self, a young, idealistic self. He stood in a dilapidated city, surrounded by ruins, with only a single building standing in the distance. The young Feng Jing looked in the mirror, and saw a smile on his face, brimming with confidence.

"You once believed that you could change the world." That voice rang in Feng Jing's mind. "You once thought you held the key to 'destiny', but you didn't."

Then, Feng Jing saw himself walking into the lonely building. There was no one there, only countless possible images projected on the walls, each image representing a different path of destiny: he became the savior of the world, but also its destroyer; he became a king, controlling the universe; he became a wanderer, drifting in the endless interstellar space.

Each Feng Jing in these images seems to be working towards the same goal, but behind each goal is an empty, unattainable illusion.

"What you've been pursuing your whole life is nothing but a fog you've woven." The voice sneered mercilessly, "You cannot escape, because what you're pursuing never existed."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed at that moment. His body transformed into points of light, streams of energy, and waves, dispersing across the endless void. Each fragment seemed to carry his past and future. They drifted, intertwined, and collided, forming incomprehensible patterns.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing whispered painfully, as if asking himself but unable to get an answer.

"You are a 'reflection,'" the voice finally said. "You have never truly existed. Everything you are is a false world reflected by countless mirrors. You are not an individual, but just a reflection in countless layers. You once looked into the mirror, but what you saw was just a dream."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to sink into an endless state of confusion and chaos. He saw an even more bizarre sight—an immense black hole suspended in the void, swallowing up all light and matter. Feng Jing realized that this black hole was everything to him, devouring his past, present, and future, as well as the truth he sought.

"You are destined not to leave," the voice said again, "because you have never left. You are a dream, an illusion, the ultimate emptiness of existence. You cannot transcend your own boundaries because you never truly existed to begin with."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed, and his body turned into a ball of light, floating in the endless void. And around him, countless fragments appeared, each containing a different Feng Jing, a different fate, and a different choice.

He once thought that he could change his fate, but now he understood everything - fate was just a maze he had set up from which he could never escape, and he could only wander in it forever.

Chapter 803: The Limits of Consciousness and the Crazy Laws of the Universe