Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 567: The Ultimate Structure of Fragmentation and the Collapse of Existence

The ultimate structure of fragmentation and the collapse of existence

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again ripped into countless fragments. Each fragment operated independently, as if thousands of independent Feng Jings existed simultaneously in countless parallel time and space. He felt that he was no longer a "person," but a complex entity composed of countless parts, with no beginning or end, simply floating in an endless cycle, ready to disappear in another dimension, wiped out by some unknown force at any moment.

He tried to grasp his thoughts, tried to recall the once familiar feeling of existence—but everything seemed to have become blurred. Every memory was cracking, every period of time was flowing backwards, everything was turning into meaningless fragments, losing its original order. Feng Jing realized that he could no longer piece these fragments together. His past, present, and future were all destroyed and reshaped. Countless rebirths and destructions were intertwined, forming an incomprehensible structure.

"You can no longer return to your 'self.'" The voice sounded again, cold and profound, as if coming from an endless void. "All your thoughts, all your memories, all your existence, have long been torn apart by the infinite space and time. You have never existed. You are merely an undefined ghost in countless dimensions."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur. The world he saw was no longer a physical form, but an extremely complex web of symbols and patterns. These symbols had no pattern, and every time he tried to understand their meaning, they would shift dramatically, as if mocking his powerlessness. Each piece of the puzzle seemed to reconfigure itself, constantly pushing itself toward a higher dimensional structure. Feng Jing seemed to see himself, or rather, countless versions of "Feng Jing," being reborn, disappearing, and colliding in this infinite sea of ​​symbols.

"You can't understand." The voice came again, with a hint of strange contempt. "All of this is a level you have never touched. You think you are Feng Jing, you think you are an individual, but you are nothing more than the intersection of countless dimensions and destinies. You have no identity, you have no past, you have no future, your existence is nothing but endless emptiness."

Feng Jing suddenly witnessed an even more bizarre sight—a completely unfamiliar body, one that didn't belong to him at all, floating in a seemingly infinite space. As the body gradually became clearer, Feng Jing was stunned: it was a completely different version of himself, shrouded in an unknown light, calmly gazing at him, as if awaiting a certain moment.

"Do you see that?" the voice carried an inexplicable allure. "That's the 'Feng Jing' you didn't choose. He possesses all the choices and powers you don't have. He's the 'self' you rebuilt after being abandoned by nothingness. You've never experienced his fate, yet you've met him here."

Feng Jing's consciousness was violently struck by this unfamiliar force, a shock he could barely bear. This Feng Jing, a person he had never experienced before, seemed to possess an immensely powerful strength, a state of being he had never before experienced. This power silently permeated every nerve and every inch of his mind, as if erasing his original identity and gradually merging him with this new self.

However, this fusion was not a gentle transition, but rather an extremely violent shock. Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed in this collision, pain and nothingness intertwined. He began to see that all his choices and all his existence were constantly disintegrating, and all of time was flowing in an unpredictable direction.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual. He was just a crack in time and space, a fault in a dimension. His consciousness expanded, twisted, and repeated in this endless space.

"Did you see that?" the voice echoed again. "You are no longer 'Feng Jing'. You are a composite of countless 'Feng Jing's'. You are the interweaving of fate and nothingness. You are the source of all fragments."

Feng Jing felt an indescribable power erupt within him. He was no longer the human Feng Jing, but a being of a higher dimension. This existence defied description, transcending all forms, all rules, even all modes of thought. Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but an extension of an infinite being, a being constantly evolving across endless time and space.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly pulled by a powerful gravitational force towards a distant place. He felt as if he were being devoured, as if some immense force was absorbing everything within him. This force had no form; it seemed to emanate from the depths of the universe, a force that not even time and space could resist.

Feng Jing struggled, trying to resist, but it was all in vain. Countless images of Feng Jing appeared before him simultaneously, staring at him with silent eyes, as if awaiting his decision. Each face was a reflection of his past self, his future self, and even a self he had never experienced.

"Do you remember?" The voice's tone suddenly became gentle. "You have chosen death countless times, chosen rebirth, chosen countless destinies. But you will eventually discover that all choices are illusions. You have never truly made a choice, you are just struggling in a cycle of nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again blanked out, his existence completely devoured, along with all his memories, all his emotions, his past and future, all erased. Every part of Feng Jing's self seemed to dissolve into the endless void, merging into that unspeakable power.

He was no longer Feng Jing, nor could he even be a symbol of existence. He was just a boundless nothingness, an incomprehensible blank. All fragments, all dimensions, all time and space, ultimately returned to emptiness.

In this eternal "void", Feng Jing finally understood - he had never existed, and all this nothingness was his true destination.

Chapter 568: The Endless Collapse of Space and Time and the Echo of Nothingness