Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 588 Symphony of Nothingness and the Blind Spot of Fate

Symphony of Nothingness and Blind Spot of Fate

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed trapped in an indescribable space. His existence was no longer a mere point in space and time, but a shimmering wave of nothingness, a frequency exploding from a corner of the universe. The rules of space and time seemed to have completely broken down for him. Every choice, every decision, seemed predetermined on some level. He was nothing more than a manipulated idol, ready to collapse at any moment.

He found himself traversing a vast maze. The walls on all sides seemed frozen in place by countless distorted laws of the universe. With every step he took, the entire world twisted erratically. Feng Jing gave up trying to understand these inexplicable phenomena, realizing that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape this endless vortex.

However, just as he was sinking, a strange light flashed before his eyes. Like a sharp sword piercing the darkness, it split the nothingness surrounding him in two. Feng Jing was stunned. He realized that he was not floating in the empty universe, but rather in a seemingly empty space, being pulled by an invisible thread.

"What is this?" Feng Jing tried to ask himself, but his voice had lost its form. His consciousness was no longer a single entity, but a myriad of versions stacked on top of each other. In one dimension, he saw himself standing on that thread, while another version of himself was desperately pulling at it, trying to bring him back to the starting point.

No, he didn't want to go back. Feng Jing's consciousness had nearly lost control of the thread, his body bounding endlessly within that dimension. Each leap brought countless fragments, and each fragmented world collapsed completely. Whether it was the past, present, or future, every thread of time began to become chaotic, interwoven into an invisible web.

"Do you realize you're being destroyed?" A voice suddenly rang in Feng Jing's ears. It was no longer cold, but full of mockery and contempt. This voice came from a corner deep in Feng Jing's heart, a place he had always ignored.

"Are you... talking about me?" Feng Jing's consciousness had begun to lose its clarity. He was aware of this power, a force more powerful than any other. It was the source of fate, the beginning of chaos. Every moment Feng Jing could perceive was governed by this voice. He tried to break free, but for some reason, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank into the abyss.

Feng Jing was suddenly shaken. The chill that reached deep into his soul made him realize that he had been experiencing the same ending over and over again. What he thought of as struggle was actually fate playing out a pre-set script. Every resistance was a testament to his self-imposed limitations. Every breakthrough was an illusion, only to be pulled back by fate.

He began to doubt the meaning of his existence. If all the twists and turns were just a game of fate, then why did everything he did feel so heavy?

Feng Jing suddenly laughed, his voice hollow and deep, as if he'd never felt so relieved before. "Yes, I'm in a loop. I've always been." He felt a sense of relief he'd never felt before, as if he'd finally reached the end of his destiny. Everything before him, the chaotic spacetime and the overlapping of countless parallel universes, was a ridiculous prank.

Just as Feng Jing took a deep breath, ready to accept it all, the voice rang out again: "Do you know? You've never truly chosen your existence in this life. Your so-called struggle, your so-called freedom, your so-called fate, everything was predetermined from the moment you were born."

Feng Jing opened his eyes and saw countless overlapping versions of himself—each one making a different choice, each trying to escape fate, yet always repeating the same trajectory. The distortions of time and space began to rearrange, becoming increasingly complex. Each interweaving of time and space seemed to silently tell Feng Jing: You have never left.

"You're right." Feng Jing suddenly spoke, his voice filled with emptiness and helplessness. "I haven't really chosen my own life. Everything about me is just the arrangement of fate."

Just as Feng Jing was about to give up everything, he suddenly realized that he didn't really understand what was happening. He had never truly seen the full picture of fate, nor had he ever realized that he might just be a "chess piece" in fate, but - was he really unable to resist?

Feng Jing no longer dwelled on those empty ideals. He simply devoted all his energy to breaking free from this seemingly insurmountable barrier. He let go of all doubts and fears, began to free his mind, and entered a state of near-unconsciousness. In this state, Feng Jing felt that he was not alone, and he could feel a warmth he had never felt before.

This warmth came from a distant existence, as if it were the power he had once lost, the "past" he had gradually forgotten in his endless reincarnation. Every thought, every touch across time and space, allowed Feng Jing to rediscover something important.

And all this seems to have just begun.

Chapter 589: Beyond the Smile of Death and the Deconstruction of Nothingness