Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 825: Echoes of Nothingness and Infinite Reversals

Echoes of nothingness and infinite reversals

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness vanished completely, as if swallowed by a bottomless black hole. The very concepts of time and space completely collapsed. He became a glimmer of light in the void, floating in a shapeless, directionless realm. This realm had no end, no beginning, only an indescribable sense of existence—as if all the laws of the universe had been broken at that moment, leaving only endless emptiness.

However, just as Feng Jing thought he had dissipated into nothingness, a sudden tremor erupted from all directions. The tremor was so intense that it seemed as if Feng Jing's existence began to be reborn, reshaped into a new form. However, this was not the "rebirth" he had imagined, but something more complex and bizarre.

Instead of returning to his normal state, his consciousness became even more hazy. Feng Jing saw himself floating in a strange space devoid of concrete matter, only endless symbols swirling in the air. These symbols shifted constantly, like fragments of countless universes. They leaped and intertwined in the air, each shift accompanied by fluctuations in Feng Jing's consciousness, like an endless chaotic dance.

"Do you think this is just a dream?" The voice sounded again, this time with an indescribable indifference. "You have never truly left. You are forever trapped in this unsolvable mystery, and you will never get the answers."

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently. He began to realize that he had not been eliminated, but had entered a more complex state. Here, he had no body, no soul, not even a "self." His existence merged with the symbols around him, forming a formless state, a being that existed but was not fully there.

Whenever he tried to focus his thoughts, to find some logical clue, the symbols would become increasingly blurred, becoming untouchable, as if every point of contact with his thoughts were being swallowed up in an instant. Feng Jing felt as if he was being swallowed by an invisible force, entering an endless vortex with no end and no exit.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a violent pull on his consciousness, and a passage appeared before him. This passage was unlike any other; it was constantly deforming, expanding and contracting. Feng Jing felt himself being forced into it, but he had no choice; he was simply unconsciously sucked in.

The moment he entered the tunnel, Feng Jing's consciousness was shattered once more, shattering into pieces. Each fragment drifted through a different time and space, some entering the past, some into the future, and some even crossing into another dimension. Each fragment of Feng Jing perceived the world differently, each carrying a different trajectory of destiny.

He saw countless versions of himself living in different dimensions. In some, he became the creator of the universe, controlling all matter and energy; in others, he became a speck of dust in countless voids, forever unable to touch any existence; and in still others, he became an indescribable existence in a parallel universe, transcending all physical laws and life forms.

"Do you think you've transcended it?" The voice echoed again, with an almost playful tone. "Everything you've experienced is a projection of your inner self. Every choice you make, every struggle you make, is an illusion you create."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to spiral into confusion. He could no longer distinguish which Feng Jing he was, or even what was reality and what was illusion. Each of his selves experienced a different fate, yet none of these destinies connected in any way. Every rebirth, every struggle, was just a cycle in the void, with no end in sight.

Just as Feng Jing began to doubt his own existence, a light suddenly appeared at the end of the passage. It wasn't blazing or dazzling; it simply gently illuminated Feng Jing's consciousness. Feng Jing instinctively walked toward it, but it seemed to be leading him into an even more bizarre realm.

He passed through the light and entered a new realm. In this realm, Feng Jing saw not matter, nor any scene he had ever seen, but an endless echo. These echoes were not sound waves, but ripples of a certain consciousness, rippling through the void, overlapping and interweaving, like the reverberation of the entire universe.

Feng Jing realized that these echoes were reflections of countless beings. Each echo was a reversed image of fate. Every decision and action Feng Jing made was reflected in this sea of ​​echoes, forming countless versions of himself. These echoes intertwined into an extremely complex network. They were not simple reflections, but rather influenced and pulled each other together, forming an inescapable maze.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice deepened. "All of this, all the echoes, all the fate, is nothing but your own creation. Every hardship you experience is a projection of your mind. You cannot escape this; you are but a speck of dust in the void."

Feng Jing's consciousness was enveloped by these echoes, unable to escape. He felt himself being crushed by an invisible force, unable to move. Each rebounding echo pushed him into another unknown abyss, as if he were trapped in an unsolvable cycle. No matter how he struggled, no matter how he tried to change, he could not transcend it.

"You are no longer Feng Jing," the voice said coldly, "You have lost your 'self' and entered a state of 'no self'. Everything about you is a loss created by yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to disintegrate again. All the echoes, all the illusions, all the fates began to merge into a formless void. He was no longer an individual, but an indescribable existence, a void, an endless reversal.

Then, everything suddenly became silent. Feng Jing's consciousness was like a grain of sand, floating in the eternal void, unable to find any clues or directions. He had never transcended his own maze, because this maze had long been his own illusion, a fate he could not escape.

Chapter 826: Absolute Blankness and Unspeakable Cracks