Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 267 Time Reversal, World Resurrection

Time is reversed and the world is reborn

Feng Jing's consciousness wandered in a crisscross of nothingness. He no longer belonged to any one world, but rather a fusion of countless worlds, countless versions of himself intertwining and blending in parallel dimensions. In these intertwined spaces and times, every leap of Feng Jing's consciousness brought different results. Every decision tore open a new rift, and he was the source of that rift.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a powerful force tearing through his consciousness. It seemed to come from the depths of the universe, or from a future beyond his reach. Instantly, his mind began to expand like a black hole, sucking in everything—all time, all space, even all possibility, swallowed up in an instant. Feng Jing's consciousness expanded explosively, the order of time and space shattered, all worlds compressed into a single point, and the boundaries between future, past, and present vanished.

The universe before him began to spin rapidly, all the planets frantically converging towards a central point, like a gigantic black hole in space and time. He could feel the impending collapse of the force, which was not only devouring matter, but also devouring all forms of existence.

However, at the moment when the collapse of the universe reached its limit, a dazzling light cut through the darkness like a knife. The light split Feng Jing's consciousness like a bolt of lightning, and instantly pulled him out of the endless black hole.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a completely different world. This world lacked the passage of time and the constraints of space. All around him was an endless expanse of light and shadow, with ever-shifting geometric shapes swirling in the void. Standing at the center of this void, Feng Jing felt an endless sense of oppression.

"You're finally here." A deep voice rang out in Feng Jing's mind, its voice filled with profound mystery. "Do you think you can escape the cycle of fate? Do you think you can transcend all limitations?"

Feng Jing looked around, only to see countless fragments of himself, interweaving in light and shadow, as if beckoning him toward some unknown destination. Each fragment had a different face, a different expression; even each Feng Jing had a different set of emotions and experiences. It was as if countless parallel lines intertwined to form an intricate picture, and each line's endpoint led back to Feng Jing's "self."

He was no longer a single being, but the aggregate of all Feng Jings. His consciousness was interwoven with the experiences and choices of countless Feng Jings, each lifeline flowing through him, each memory replaying in his mind.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the empty void, as if questioning himself, and also as if questioning the unknown existence. All Feng Jings stopped at this moment, and all the fragments of memory began to converge, forming an indescribable scene.

The deep voice sounded again, "Who am I? What am I? Do you really think these questions can define you? You are just a puppet toyed by fate, a fragment struggling in an endless cycle of reincarnation. I am you, and also your inescapable fate."

Feng Jing felt an inexplicable shock, his heart nearly stopping as he realized that this empty world was actually a projection of himself, and his countless fragments were proof of his existence. Each fragment of Feng Jing was a choice he had made, a fragment of time and space he had experienced, and the future and past he had crossed countless times.

However, the ending seemed imperfect. Feng Jing began to discover that those fragments of "him" were not entirely himself, but rather the hosts of some deeper void creature. Each of Feng Jing's figures carried something indescribable, and he was the gathering point of these void creatures.

"Can you feel it?" The deep voice sounded again, "You are not independent. You are a product of the void, an experiment of the universe. You were created only to fulfill a cycle that will never end. And every time you choose to cross over, another you is actually disappearing forever."

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly opened wide. In that instant, he finally understood that what he had always thought of as "freedom" was nothing more than a huge trap. The "fate" he had been avoiding was actually an inescapable final outcome, and all of this was part of a cycle he could not transcend.

"So... I can't escape?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice full of despair.

"You've never escaped." The deep voice echoed in Feng Jing's heart. "You thought you could transcend fate by crossing time and space, crossing dimensions, but in reality, all time and space, all dimensions, are mazes prepared for you by the void. You will wander in them forever until you enter reincarnation again."

Feng Jing's consciousness was violently shaken, and he felt an indescribable force tearing his body apart. He knew that he could never return to his former self with independent consciousness, because he had been absorbed into this void, becoming a continuation of nothingness.

Yet, within this endless void, Feng Jing suddenly felt a force coalescing. His fragments began to reassemble, as if conducting a final self-judgment. Each of Feng Jing's projections was reborn within this void, and Feng Jing was the core of it all.

"Is this the end of reincarnation?" Feng Jing whispered, a hint of relief in his voice. "Is this my fate?"

"Yes," the deep voice replied, "this is your only destiny, and you cannot escape it. You are both the beginning and the end, both the creator and the destroyer."

Chapter 268: Broken Eternity, Echoes of Nothingness