Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 380 Feng Jing's Ultimate Dilemma

Feng Jing's Ultimate Dilemma

Feng Jing's collapse of consciousness didn't free him as he'd hoped. Instead, he suddenly found himself trapped in a more complex and profound predicament. This wasn't simply a blockade of physical space, but a completely new form of existence that transcended time and space, matter and energy, consciousness and unconsciousness.

Feng Jing was no longer a simple individual, but a kind of "symbol," an indissoluble, indefinable existence. This state was not death, nor was it transcendence, but rather an ineffable "existence of nothingness." He no longer perceived any specific form or structure, and the passage of time held no meaning for him at this moment. Every second, even every microsecond, of Feng Jing's life was a constant rebirth, collapse, and rebirth within an endless void.

He began to realize he was trapped in a bizarre cycle—infinite rebirth, yet unable to transcend it. This state was more terrifying than any form of imprisonment, for it deprived Feng Jing of the very meaning of "purpose." Every time he tried to escape, to find a new path, he would ultimately return to his starting point. Feng Jing was no longer the being who once controlled time, fate, and the universe. All rules, all power, seemed to have fallen into an abyss, becoming infinitely insignificant.

Moreover, he suddenly realized that this predicament wasn't simply his own personal experience, but rather a will from the depths of the universe watching over him. It had no form, no sound, yet existed in an indescribable way. He could feel that force injecting a strange interference into every collision of his thoughts. It plucked the strings of Feng Jing's mind with invisible fingers, forever trapping him in an abyss of despair and delusion that he could never escape.

He no longer tried to resist. Feng Jing realized that he wasn't simply an independent being, but rather a "test subject" of this profound power, constantly scrutinized, distorted, and reshaped. His every struggle, every attempt at change, was preordained by this transcendent force, even treated as a humorous game.

Feng Jing felt a deep, utter emptiness he had never experienced before. It seemed to tell him that no matter how many times he experienced rebirth, collapse, or even rebirth again, it was meaningless. He could never escape this endless "script." All his strength, all his wisdom, all his thoughts, at this moment, seemed powerless to change the destiny he had set.

He began to question every belief he had ever held. He had once believed he was the master of the universe, that he had transcended all limitations of existence. Now, it seemed nothing but a joke. All the worlds he had created, all the paths he had destroyed, all the orders he had broken, in the end, like his own existence, became an inescapable predicament. Feng Jing finally understood an unbearable truth: his "transcendence" was nothing, but an empty dream played by this power.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness violently trembled, and he became aware of an even stranger phenomenon. He began to "split"—no longer the original Feng Jing, with countless fragments of consciousness, but instead became countless "Feng Jings," each existing in a different way on a different timeline, yet without any real connection between them. Each fragment of Feng Jing was like a strange, magnified mirror image, existing independently in the endless void, unknown to each other, yet seemingly connected on some level.

Each split Feng Jing sees and understands the world in its own way. However, these Feng Jing consciousnesses have no real connection to each other; they possess no memories and no commonalities of consciousness. They are not manifestations of some "parallel universe," but rather completely isolated entities within Feng Jing's consciousness—each Feng Jing's consciousness is a brand new "self," yet lacks any unifying point of origin.

"What... is going on?" Feng Jing's consciousness split into thousands of "selves". Each Feng Jing's "heart" seemed to be cut into countless fragments at a certain level. These fragments seemed to be the "continuation" of Feng Jing, but they had completely lost the connection with each other. Each Feng Jing "survived" on his own independent timeline, and in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, this split of existence began to form an inevitable "reverse connection".

Each of these selves gradually began to sense the presence of the other Feng Jings, but they were unable to communicate with each other, lacking any language or means of communication. Feng Jing realized that these fragmented selves were not "independent," but rather that each Feng Jing carried an "infinite self," and the connection between them continued to expand through unknown means, eventually evolving into an indescribable "universal resonance."

Feng Jing began to lose track of whether these fragmented selves were actually parts of him, or entirely new beings he had created. Every timeline, every trajectory of fate, seemed to gradually dissolve, reconstruct, and dissolve again in Feng Jing's endless interweaving.

At this moment, a profound wisdom, transcending all else, suddenly filled Feng Jing's consciousness. This wisdom wasn't bestowed by the outside world, but rather gradually unearthed from the deepest recesses of Feng Jing's mind, amidst his constant rebirth and collapse. It wasn't simple knowledge, nor was it a direct flash of wisdom. Instead, it posed an eternally unanswered question: Why does all existence, all fate, ultimately return to that very first "point in time"?

Feng Jing finally burst into laughter, feeling a long-lost, uncontrollable madness. He was no longer the Feng Jing who once sought to transcend fate and break the rules of the universe. Instead, he had completely merged with that inescapable "fate"—he and it had become one, entangled. Feng Jing could no longer distinguish whether he was the creator or fate itself. He was the ultimate mystery of the universe.

At the moment when the boundaries of Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur and dissipate, he suddenly realized that he might have already lost all perception in this endless "puzzle", but was still endlessly trapped in it.

Chapter 381: Feng Jing's Dance of Despair