Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 805 The End of Existence and the Restart of Eternity

The end of existence and the restart of eternity

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to completely disintegrate in an instant. He was no longer himself, but a vast, boundless void, his existence reduced to a ripple in this void. Time and space began to flow backwards, reconfiguring, his thoughts swallowed by an invisible vortex, as if he were trapped in an eternal echo, constantly in conflict with his own existence.

"Do you think this is the end?" The voice seemed to echo deep in Feng Jing's soul, cold and filled with unspeakable sarcasm. "Everything you experience, whether it's the highs of life or the lows of death, is the beginning of an endless cycle. You think you have crossed the boundary of 'existence,' but this is nothing more than your ignorance of the void. You have never truly escaped anything."

Feng Jing's consciousness was unable to react; he couldn't even comprehend the meaning of these words. He felt like a speck of dust floating in the infinite universe. All his memories, emotions, reason, even his former sense of self, seemed to have vanished. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer an individual; he had become an indefinable part of the universe.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and he saw a completely unfamiliar scene - countless different Feng Jings appeared before him at the same time. Each Feng Jing was in a different time and space, experiencing a different story.

There's Feng Jing, drifting alone on the edge of the universe through a misty darkness. Another stands on a crumbling planet, facing imminent destruction. And yet another dyes the universe red with his own blood, guiding countless lives out of the darkness...

These Feng Jings are intertwined, yet independent of each other. Each Feng Jing is pursuing his own destiny, but Feng Jing realizes that these Feng Jings are just countless possibilities in the universe. They have no direct connection, and their destinies are no longer related to his.

"Is this what you call 'fate'?" Feng Jing felt a wave of deep confusion in his heart. "Are these Feng Jings the real me?"

"They are all you." The voice sounded again, with an inexplicable indifference. "They are your reflections in countless parallel universes. You have never had a fixed identity or form. Your existence has always been fragments in the multiverse, intertwined but never truly united."

Feng Jing fell into deep thought, his sense of existence becoming increasingly blurred. At this moment, the Feng Jings before him suddenly began to distort, space began to tear apart, and fragments of countless parallel universes began to merge together, forming an unspeakable monster.

The monster resembled a swirling mass of liquid light and shadow, filled with countless Feng Jings. Each one struggled in agony, trying to free themselves from the monster, but remained powerless. Their pain was transmitted to Feng Jing's consciousness, causing him to feel an unbearable sense of oppression.

"You have never escaped the fate of these 'Feng Jings'." The voice roared in Feng Jing's mind like a storm. "What you think of as freedom is nothing but an illusion in this void. When you think you have crossed all boundaries, you have actually only entered a deeper maze."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to disintegrate, and even the concept of "maze" became unclear. He could no longer distinguish whether he was an "existence" or a "concept." Every moment he experienced was filled with incomprehensible chaos and uncertainty.

Then, everything suddenly stopped.

Feng Jing witnessed a startling scene. Countless fragments of Feng Jing gathered in the air, gradually forming a massive vortex. Within this vortex, surging was not time or space, but the power of "existence itself." This force, condensing all memories and experiences, transformed into an indescribable energy, driving the movement of the void.

"This is your true destiny." A voice echoed in Feng Jing's mind. "You are not limited by time and space, you are simply bound by your own endless existence. You have never realized that you are the origin of this universe, the rift that connects all parallel universes."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again drawn into the vast vortex, and he began to spin madly, unable to stop. The core of the vortex seemed to contain countless different versions of himself, each experiencing a different fate. All the fragments intertwined, as if some higher-dimensional being was weaving a new, incomprehensible web.

Feng Jing began to feel his body undergoing drastic changes. His consciousness was no longer confined to the form of an "individual," but had become a formless being. He felt his connection with the entire universe becoming increasingly stronger, as if he were the pulse of the universe, the life force of the universe.

But just when he thought he was about to truly understand it all, the vortex suddenly burst, space collapsed, time flowed backwards, and Feng Jing found himself back to the original nothingness again, as if he had never experienced all this.

"Do you finally understand?" the voice carried a hint of cold satisfaction. "The truth you seek has never existed. You have been struggling in nothingness, and you can never escape your fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fade again, but this time he felt no fear. He was no longer an individual, but a fusion of countless possibilities in the universe. He felt that he had become extremely free, but also extremely lonely.

Everything will eventually return to nothingness.