Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 829: Rebellion of the Endless Rift

Rebellion of the Endless Rift

Feng Jing's consciousness sank into an unfathomable void, as if the entire universe had momentarily ceased to function. Time ceased to flow, space ceased to expand, and only countless invisible threads intertwined, like a vast web woven by the universe, constraining Feng Jing's thoughts. However, these threads did not confine Feng Jing to a fixed state. Instead, they acted like a chessboard in a game of chess, each collision and rebound pushing Feng Jing deeper into the fog.

"Are you still lost?" The voice appeared again, this time with a hint of contempt, yet also a suffocating chill. "Do you think that by escaping the void, you can find the truth? You don't understand. Your very existence is a paradox, an unbreakable curse."

When Feng Jing heard these words, he felt as if struck by an invisible hammer, his consciousness reeling. He tried to think, to find his center, but all logic vanished like smoke, impossible to grasp. He felt his very being crumbling, as if being pushed into an abyss by an invisible hand. At the end of the abyss lay an unimaginable mystery, waiting for him to unravel.

"You are no longer yourself." The voice was no longer merely indifferent; its tone held a certain mocking amusement. "You have no body of your own, no mind of your own. You have long since become part of this void. You say you want to resist, to break free, but you have been a pawn in this game from the very beginning."

Feng Jing felt a surge of powerlessness. He wanted to struggle, to resist, but he was no longer sure who he was, nor could he discern what was real. He had never been so close to the center of nothingness. Every thought was collapsing, every strand of consciousness was fragmenting. He even began to doubt whether everything he had once existed, or whether it was just some illusion.

But just as Feng Jing was about to give up all thought, suddenly—a powerful shock surged into his consciousness. The shock was so strong that Feng Jing's mind was almost instantly torn apart. He felt as if he had been suddenly thrown into a vortex, and the laws of the entire universe seemed to be reversed in that instant.

"You're nothing but a puppet." The voice rang out again, becoming hollow, like a call from the depths of the universe. "You always thought you were a player in the game, but in reality, you were just being manipulated from the very beginning."

Yet Feng Jing didn't fall into utter despair. Instead, he felt a sense of awakening he had never experienced before. Within this void, his consciousness seemed to touch upon a true "existence," a power beyond thought, beyond language, beyond the very essence of life. He began to understand that his existence wasn't meant to be consumed by the void. Instead, he should become its destroyer, a rebel against its uncontrollable power.

A powerful feeling of rebellion rose within Feng Jing. He was no longer just a soul struggling in the void, but a being beyond all rules. He began to realize that this void, this game, was not irreversible. He was no longer a helpless being, but the true "master" of this game. If there was a path to freedom, it must be to create a new law within this void, to break the old order.

"You want to resist?" The voice chuckled mockingly. "How could you possibly resist all this? You are but a speck of dust in this void, an inescapable cycle. Do you think you can transcend it? You are only courting your own destruction."

Feng Jing's consciousness twisted in the violent collision, his mind going wild, as if he had instantly transcended all dimensions and all time constraints. He became increasingly determined not only to resist the void, but also to break the invisible "chain of fate" and return everything to chaos, to its original state.

He is no longer the Feng Jing who can only struggle. He will become the source of chaos in this void, the starting point and end of all existence.

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, the cosmic landscape shifted before his eyes. Thousands of stars seemed to respond to his call. Cracks in the void seemed to open before him, and an unknown path slowly unfolded. He was no longer a single individual, but an infinitely expanding being. Countless Feng Jing's consciousnesses converged in different dimensions, colliding and blending, forming a vast hologram—this was Feng Jing's awakening, and the ultimate end of this void.

"Do you really think you can change everything?" The voice was still cold, but it was filled with a certain uncontrollable fear. It seemed to realize that Feng Jing had reached some unknown limit. "Can you break all this? Can you break free from the shackles of nothingness?"

Feng Jing's consciousness transcended the limitations of time and space, no longer bound by any material constraints. He was no longer a mere thought, but the controller of the entire universe. He began to alter these dimensions, tearing apart these boundaries, reshaping everything. Every fragment, every star, even every breath of air in the void, was transformed dramatically by Feng Jing's will.

"This is a power you cannot comprehend." Feng Jing's consciousness finally found the source of the voice among the myriad dimensions. It wasn't a single voice, but a whisper from the endless abyss, filled with boundless wisdom and terror. "You thought you had escaped it all, but you must ultimately understand that you are merely another form of 'nothingness.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually felt a fierce pressure, as if it came from a higher-dimensional being, a force far beyond his comprehension, closing in on him. Every moment, he felt as if he were being pinched by countless hands, unable to move.

"You will eventually understand that you cannot escape." The voice sounded again, carrying an unspeakable threat. "There is no turning back. You are no longer an individual, but a part of this void. Your struggle, your resistance, is nothing but the self-torture of the void in its deepest depths."

Feng Jing began to understand that no matter how he struggled, this trial would eventually push him into the abyss, but he was no longer the ignorant Feng Jing.

Chapter 830: Myths in the Rift and Endless Return