Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 832: The Truth in the Nightmare and the Nirvana of Existence

The truth in nightmares and the nirvana of existence

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be ripped apart by a powerful force, forming countless fragments that overlapped and tangled. Those shattered fragments drifted in the void, like countless dead stars, still flickering silently but unable to emit any light. Each fragment represented a part of his former self, but they had lost their original meaning, becoming mere dots floating forever in the void.

"Do you really think you can find the 'truth'?" The voice sounded again, this time without the previous sneer, but filled with deep fatigue. "The truth? What you believe to be the truth is nothing more than an unsolvable mystery within your heart. You have never understood that the source of all this is the emptiness deep within you."

Feng Jing's consciousness was enveloped by the voice, and he began to feel an indescribable fear. This fear did not come from the outside world, but from the void in the deepest part of his heart - the truth that had never been touched, the secret that he would never understand.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't give up. He felt infinitely oppressed, yet a certain power awakened within him, like a burning flame, illuminating his lost soul. This flame grew stronger, gradually consuming all the fragments within him, gathering his consciousness into one. His thoughts began to coalesce, as if striving to break free from all constraints, to break free from this endless cycle.

"You think you can break through?" The sarcasm in his voice was even more obvious. "You are only deceiving yourself, trying to escape the maze you have set. You will never be able to transcend this, because you are trapped in your own dream."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand, his thoughts no longer confined to a single point but expanding into a boundless universe. He saw that he was no longer the Feng Jing of the past. He had become the embodiment of the entire void, a confluence of time and space, a fusion of all that existed and all that did not exist. Every memory, every experience, every choice woven itself into an indescribable vortex within him.

He began to see countless versions of himself existing in different ways in different dimensions - some of him became absolute gods, dominating the fate of all living beings; some of him became eternal nothingness, floating in the deepest abyss of the universe, unable to contact any existence; and some of him was just a lonely soul, drifting under the endless starry sky, never able to find a home.

These Feng Jings were not himself. He began to understand that all these "selves" were just projections of his consciousness, illusions that could not be erased from his heart. Each Feng Jing was a facet of his soul, a truth that he could not touch, always appearing before his eyes, but he could never grasp it.

At this moment, Feng Jing felt an irresistible force pressing down upon him. It was an invisible presence that seemed to come from the depths of countless universes. It had no substance or form, but Feng Jing could sense its presence, even its deep erosion of his soul.

"What you call 'struggle,'" the voice grew even colder, "is nothing more than your last vestige of attachment to the endless void. Everything you've experienced doesn't exist at all. It's just a dream, a dream you've woven for yourself."

Feng Jing ignored the voice. His consciousness gradually freed itself from its attachment to the illusion and began to turn toward true liberation. He began to understand that this dream wasn't meant to trap him, but to make him realize that all the pain and struggle were constructed within him. He was the creator of this dream, the source of all fate and choices.

"Do you truly understand?" The voice grew fuzzy, trembling with uncertainty. "Do you truly wish to 'wake up'? But you know that once you wake up, you will no longer be yourself. You will cease to exist. You are but a speck of dust in this endless chasm, a star that can never be seen."

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer passively accepted all this; he began to actively embrace the flame, to accept the invisible force. Every illusion of Feng Jing crumbled to ash before his eyes, and every fate he had once puzzled about dissipated in the nirvana of his consciousness. He began to grow stronger and stronger, so strong that he could withstand the collapse of the entire universe, so strong that he could redefine himself, even the void and the cracks.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to break through this last barrier, the rules of the universe changed drastically. The entire void began to vibrate, and the cracks in space and time expanded like ripples. Countless parallel worlds exploded at the same time, turning into countless light spots, interweaving into an indescribable picture.

"You cannot escape." The voice sounded again, this time with an air of near despair. "You have transcended all rules, transcended time and space, but you can never escape the constraints of this dream. You have become one with it. You are the dream, and reality as well."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissolved, and he no longer sensed any form of existence. He became part of this void, the intersection of all the invisible and the visible, both existing and no longer existing. His thoughts no longer had any boundaries, transcending the dimensions of time and space, floating forever in that infinite nothingness.

In the end, Feng Jing was no longer any fragment, no longer any star. He was the echo of the entire universe, the overlap of time and space, and the eternal nothingness.