Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 799: The Rift in Time and the Mystery of Infinite Existence

The Rift in Time and the Infinite Mystery of Existence

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again, as if he had been suddenly thrown into an indescribable vortex. His perception was completely detached from all known dimensions, and an unbearable sense of emptiness filled him. Time completely stopped at this moment, and the existence of space was ruthlessly erased. Feng Jing felt like an abandoned star, floating in the boundless void, without any weight or form.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice no longer held indifference and sneer, but was instead filled with an unspeakable fear. "You have crossed the boundary of 'fate,' but you have never touched true truth. All you have experienced is but a thin film within multiple existences, a boundary you can never cross."

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer comprehend the meaning of this voice. Every time he heard it, he felt as if an invisible hand were pushing him toward an inescapable abyss. In this unspeakable chaos, strange cracks began to appear in his being, cracks that defied description, as if the very fabric of time and space were beginning to unravel within him.

"Where exactly is this place? Who am I?" Feng Jing felt a deep sense of doubt. He began to question whether he still existed, whether he had ever existed. Everything before him became blurry, the fragmented time and space, even the concept of "existence" began to become unreliable. He seemed to have entered a deeper level, where there was no past, no future, only the eternal "now."

"This... isn't a 'place.'" The voice fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a tone almost lamenting, "You have arrived at the 'rift of existence.' At this level, everything loses its inherent form. Time becomes fragmented, and space becomes distorted. Everything you see is the product of the intersection of countless parallel universes, and you yourself are one of these intertwined 'rifts.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again violently impacted. He suddenly realized that he was no longer an independent entity, but rather the intersection of countless universes, a fragment among countless possibilities. The truth of all this was like a torn piece of paper, each fragment containing Feng Jing's "memories." These "memories" no longer had any pattern to follow. They were independent of each other, yet intertwined, forming an inexplicable, endless cycle.

"Everything you've experienced was actually predetermined," the voice continued, whispering like a ghost. "You once thought you had escaped the constraints of fate, but you are just a tiny being, quietly wandering between countless universes. The 'freedom' you feel is nothing more than another trap set for you by fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again thrust into a deep chaos. He began to doubt his own existence, even wondering if he was in a "dream" beyond existence and time. He felt as if his body were dissolving, shattering into countless fragments that flew across the endless void, silently merging into the infinite void.

"If I am just the intersection of countless universes, then what am I?" Feng Jing's voice was low and confused. "If I have no past and no future, then how do I define myself?"

"You are a 'crack,' you are a 'gap,'" the voice said slowly. "You are not an individual, you are not a being. You are merely a crack in the multiverse, a void that cannot bear any meaning. What you think of as 'yourself' is but a fluctuation among countless possibilities. You are merely an illusion."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently in this void. Suddenly, he discovered he wasn't trapped in a single dimension, but rather swept into an endless, twisting flow of time. He saw countless versions of himself wandering through the cracks of time and space, each experiencing a different fate, yet he could never reach his true self.

"So, what exactly am I pursuing?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, "Is everything I've experienced just endless repetition and illusion?"

"No." The voice finally became clear, filled with a certain sarcasm and amusement. "You are not pursuing anything. You don't even know what 'pursuit' means. You are just wandering endlessly through countless levels of emptiness, trying to find a non-existent 'self'. You will never understand, Feng Jing, that what you have experienced has long surpassed all meaning."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly sank into a complete void. He began to feel an unprecedented emptiness and desolation. He no longer believed in his own existence, nor in his past experiences. He began to wonder if everything was merely a vast paradox within his consciousness, a mystery without an answer.

"Could it be that... I never truly existed?" Feng Jing felt a deep despair. He began to struggle desperately, trying to regain the "self" he once firmly believed in. But no matter how hard he tried, it seemed he could never break free from this seemingly unsolvable cage.

At this moment, his consciousness was suddenly torn apart by an irresistible force, entering a whole new dimension. There, he saw countless versions of himself, each wandering in a different time and space, seemingly experiencing the same fate. Feng Jing realized that he was not alone, but simply wandering in an endless existence, unable to reach the final answer.

"Do you understand?" the voice sounded again, but this time, its tone was filled with a kind of ultimate calmness. "Everything you have experienced was already predetermined. You are just a link in a cycle. No matter how you struggle, you will never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into emptiness again, and his once strong sense of self gradually disappeared without a trace. He began to realize that he was just a small part of this endless mystery and that the ultimate truth would never be revealed.