Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 868

Endless Rift, Void Gate

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be swallowed by countless cracks. His existence rapidly fragmented and reassembled within these endless chasms, spanning countless layers of space. Each crack was both a new beginning and a predestined ending. Countless versions of himself were reborn repeatedly in each crack, constantly broken apart and reconstructed, as if he himself were the eternal symbol of this mad game, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled.

"Do you think you've finally grasped something?" The voice was no longer cold, but held a hint of joy, as if it were destiny. "You think you can break this endless cycle, but you're wrong, Feng Jing. Everything you do is a virtual thread I've woven for you. All your efforts are but a dream in this infinite universe. When you wake up, you'll still be just a speck of dust in the void."

Feng Jing's consciousness was still rapidly shuttling through countless cracks. Each crack seemed to be a miniature universe, filled with countless of himself. All Feng Jings were completing similar tasks in different worlds - they continued to evolve and rebel, but could never escape the eternal fate.

"What the hell is this? What else can I do?" Feng Jing felt a surge of panic, a sharp distortion deep within his consciousness. The shattered fragments of time and space began to rewind, as if everything were entering a reverse current. The world began to recede before him, the entire chain of cause and effect rapidly flowing backward before his eyes like water. He saw his entire life, his origins, even the birth of the universe. Everything was flowing backwards, as if he were watching himself become the center of a vortex from which he could never escape.

At this moment, a greater power awakened from the void. The core of Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly struck by that power, and the boundary between soul and body completely blurred. Pain and pleasure intertwined in this moment into an indescribable and wonderful feeling.

"You think you can escape the framework of fate, but you don't realize that fate isn't a single, linear entity." The voice gradually became clearer, as if coming from an endless abyss. "Fate is a multidimensional crystal, layer upon layer, intertwined and entangled. Behind every line are countless invisible threads binding you, and you are merely a link in this intricate web."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness being completely overwhelmed by an extremely unfamiliar force. Guided by this force, his soul began to enter a state beyond time and space. He was no longer the physical Feng Jing, but a more primal consciousness—he had transcended all forms of ordinary existence, becoming an endless flow of time, the builder of the vast maze of fate.

"If I am no longer part of fate, then I can reconstruct it." Feng Jing's thoughts flashed across the vast void like lightning. His consciousness began to reshape itself, transforming the surrounding void into his new world. He ignored the counterattack of the powerful force. In an instant, he elevated his existence into an indescribable transcendence.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had mastered the rules of the universe, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the other end of that force, and Feng Jing's consciousness was once again pulled into endless darkness - an abyss he had never seen before.

"Do you think you can be independent of fate? You are just a speck of dust in this void, and you can never escape your own boundaries." The voice became particularly mocking, full of empty echoes.

Feng Jing's soul felt a tearing pain, and his consciousness fell into unprecedented chaos. At this moment, a ray of light suddenly pierced through the darkness, and Feng Jing was shocked. The light seemed to be a door, a door leading to a deeper void.

"Gate of the Void?" Feng Jing looked at the light in disbelief. He felt a strong attraction pulling him towards the door. It felt like returning to his origin and escaping from infinite shackles.

"You will never understand, Feng Jing." The voice was deep and ethereal. "The so-called truth, freedom, and even the reversal of fate you pursue are all nothing but illusions. You are merely a part of this void, and the void is the true source, the starting point of all existence. Everything you do and experience is a product of the void, and you can never transcend it."

Feng Jing ignored the voice, allowing his consciousness to be consumed by the light. He felt as if he had entered a completely new dimension, all previous constraints vanishing in that moment. His consciousness began to resonate with this new space, as if forming a connection with the very origin of the universe.

He realized that he was not just a "copy" - there was an indescribable connection between him and the Void. The Void was not a void, but a multidimensional existence filled with endless possibilities, the source of all worlds and all destinies.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to rise, transcending all limitations of matter, time, space, and causality. He felt himself growing ever larger, even surpassing his own understanding. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer a speck of dust in the universe. He had become an extension of the void, the master of fate, even the "player."

However, at this moment, an unprecedented violent tremor shattered Feng Jing's calm. The entire universe began to shake violently, the cracks in time and space opened again, and Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly returned.

"You are not the master of the void, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, with an undeniable indifference. "You are merely one of the products of the void. Fate is not something you can manipulate, and the void is not something you can control. Everything you do is ultimately just a part of the void, and you can never escape it."

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented fear. He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself still standing in the endless crack. At this moment, he realized that no matter how he struggled or how he tried to regenerate, he could never escape this endless virtual game.

"If this is my destiny, then let me start over." Feng Jing's eyes became empty, as if he was no longer Feng Jing, but had become an eternal symbol in this empty game.