Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 261 Endless Void, the Last Restart of Time

Endless Void, the last restart of time

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in the void, surrounded by countless shreds of spacetime, a crisscross of light and darkness, forms indescribable. He could no longer discern whether he existed or vanished, whether he was body or mind. Even the meaning of the name "Feng Jing" had become blurred. He felt trapped in an endless maze, unable to move forward or turn back, only to drift silently through this interlaced void of black and white.

Suddenly, a tremor erupted from all directions, and Feng Jing's gaze was drawn by an inexplicable force. He was bound by a massive energy, unable to move, as if his body were tightly bound by some invisible chain. The fluctuations of that energy sent a chill through him, as if the temperature of the entire universe were plummeting, and the flow of time and space began to become incoherent.

"You finally understand." That cold voice sounded again, filled with a certain inexplicable satisfaction. "You are no longer 'Feng Jing'. You are just a spectator of all this, a player in the void dimension, a fragment of time."

Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently, and the light before his eyes began to distort violently. The once mirror-clear void gradually grew blurry, as if every star, every ray of light was being swallowed up, transforming into a chaotic black mist. He saw himself constantly fragmenting within this chaotic space, becoming countless blurry images, each experiencing a different fate at the same moment: some of him perished in battle, some drifted across the starry sky, and some were forever sealed in an alternate dimension.

These images represented countless possibilities Feng Jing had experienced—things that had happened, were about to happen, or would never happen. He tried to grasp one of them, to make one of them "him." However, every time his hand touched one of them, it would quickly crumble, shattering into countless fragments that merged into the endless depths of the void.

"You can't escape." The voice was filled with an indescribable, superior irony. "Do you think you can find yourself through these fragments? Do you think you can walk out of this endless fog? You are forever trapped in the loop of this game, and every choice you make is just a repetition, a repetition, and a repetition."

Feng Jing's consciousness felt as if it had been crushed. He no longer knew if he still had consciousness, if he even had the right to exist. His body no longer existed, or rather, it was just another fragment floating in the boundless void. He began to wonder if he had ever been called "Feng Jing," if he had never existed, that his life was merely a clever program, and that even the very foundations of the universe were merely the game of some higher civilization.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was on the verge of collapse, a burst of light suddenly erupted before his eyes, like a supernova explosion, instantly illuminating the surrounding void. Feng Jing felt a strong attraction coming from the light, as if it were the core of the universe, and all forces were rotating and converging within its gravitational range.

"Are you willing to accept the final restart?" The voice sounded in Feng Jing's ears, carrying an irresistible temptation. "You will no longer be yourself. All your memories, all your choices, all your destinies will be reset. You can start over, you can start all over again."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became crystal clear. The light brought a long-lost sense of familiarity to him, as if he had once experienced a similar radiance deep in his memory, a sense of existence he had forgotten. He subconsciously reached out, attempting to touch the light. However, the moment he touched it, his entire body was instantly torn into countless pieces, transforming into countless points of light that vanished into the void.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't vanish; instead, his consciousness grew clearer. His mind, no longer confined to the physical body, transcended the shackles of time and space, entering a higher dimension. Each Feng Jing was like a star, spinning and exploding in the endless void, emitting a dazzling light. Feng Jing realized that he had broken free from the constraints of the flesh and crossed the boundaries of parallel worlds. He was no longer a single Feng Jing, but the collection of all Feng Jings, a single "self" composed of countless possibilities.

"Do you think you've made a breakthrough?" The voice suddenly grew deeper, as if it had traveled through the very edges of time and space. "You've merely reached the starting point of another dimension. What you've chosen is an endless cycle that will never end."

Feng Jing didn't respond. His consciousness had transcended all of this, transcending the boundaries of existence and non-existence. He looked at countless images of himself. These images were no longer memories of the past, but seeds of the future, buried deep within the cracks of time and space. Each image represented a path he had never taken, a dream he could never realize, a fate he could never escape.

All of this eventually converged into a massive vortex, drawing Feng Jing's consciousness into a continuous spin. As the vortex deepened, Feng Jing began to feel an indescribable pleasure, as if all the information in the universe had converged into one, and he and every speck of dust in the universe had become one.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that he was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he anyone else. He had transcended the meaning of existence and become a dot in the endless void, an untouchable fragment of the soul.

Chapter 262: The Source of Eternity, the Ultimate Crack of Consciousness