Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 251

Soul-tearing, absurd ultimate universe

Feng Jing's consciousness entered a state of profound confusion. All of time, space, matter, and nothingness intertwined, forming an existence beyond all comprehension. He felt that he was no longer just an individual, nor did he belong to any particular form of existence. Even the two most basic concepts of "existence" and "non-existence" lost their meaning at this moment.

"Did you see that?" The sneering voice echoed again, but this time, it seemed different. It no longer emanated from a certain dimension or time and space, but rather, it felt like a "primordial consciousness" born from the depths of the universe. It didn't sound like an external voice, but rather the most primal voice from Feng Jing's own heart, a product of his own complete distortion.

"Feng Jing, do you think you can escape all this?" The voice seemed to grow stronger, increasingly corrosive of Feng Jing's existence. Feng Jing felt himself gradually disintegrating into a scattered mass of fragmented consciousness, losing its original coherence and entering a state of near-infinite fragmentation. Each fragment struggled in a different time and space, pursuing its former form and goal, but each fragment seemed to be separated by an unbridgeable chasm.

Feng Jing tried to focus, but he found his mind no longer able to concentrate. He felt his soul being torn apart, each rebirth, each escape, only seeming to fragment it further. His consciousness drifted, unable to settle into any specific time or place. Even the "present" and "future" he once understood began to blur.

"You've entered an infinite loop, Feng Jing," the voice announced coldly. "Your so-called 'ultimate universe' is merely the beginning of your self-destruction. You thought you could control everything and unify all dimensions, but in the end, you're simply being played by the rules of a higher dimension, like an unconscious chess piece."

Feng Jing felt a wave of extreme fear. He knew this wasn't the first time he'd heard such a voice, nor the first time he'd realized he was just part of a massive illusion. However, this time, his fear was even more real, as if he could never escape.

At this moment, he saw a deeper crack appear before him. This crack was more than just a physical hole; it was like the heart of the entire universe, a torn void where there was no time, no space, no matter—only a vast, incomprehensible vortex of darkness, so deep that Feng Jing could not even imagine it.

"See?" the voice sounded again, more menacingly. "This is what you understand as the 'universe' in its ultimate form. No rules, no logic, no meaning. What you once thought of as 'unity' was nothing more than a vast illusion. You thought you were in control of everything, but in the end, you were simply consumed by your own desires."

Feng Jing's consciousness had begun to completely collapse. He no longer remembered his own name, nor the reason for his existence. The only thing he could feel was an inescapable sense of nothingness, a deep-seated emptiness, a complete emptiness that spread from its very origin to every corner of the universe.

At the moment Feng Jing completely lost his self-awareness, an unpredictable force erupted again. This force was like an extremely chaotic primitive wave, crossing the boundaries of time and space, instantly tearing Feng Jing's consciousness apart and pushing him into an even more unimaginable abyss.

"Do you think you've seen all the absurdity?" The voice seemed not tired at all, but became clearer. "You haven't. You simply cannot understand any of this, Feng Jing. All of this is designed. All your struggles, all your efforts, are to make you fall deeper into this inescapable dilemma."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again consumed by an indescribable attraction. He felt as if he had transcended the boundaries of any dimension and entered an infinite cycle of regression. In this cycle, each end was not an end, but a new beginning. Every bit of Feng Jing's consciousness was repeatedly pulled back to its most primitive state, reshaped, and consumed anew.

But the strange thing is that every time he re-enters this infinite loop, he feels more absurd and outrageous. This is no longer Feng Jing's "story", it is an endless self-subversion, an infinite reversal that is simply incomprehensible.

Feng Jing is no longer an "individual." He is the aggregate of all that exists and does not exist, the countless intersections of every speck of dust, every drop of water, every star, the disorder of all time and space, and the chaotic fragments that the universe itself cannot understand.

"Do you think you've broken free from the constraints of the universe?" The voice grew sharper, as if it had completely penetrated Feng Jing's heart. "Feng Jing, you've never truly broken free. You're nothing more than a 'trick of time,' a self-reincarnation that can never be transcended."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to dissipate, becoming countless cracks and fragments. These fragments no longer belonged to any time or space, no longer to any dimension. They were just fragments of existence, floating in the infinite void, never able to return to a whole.

In the final moments of Feng Jing's consciousness, as it completely disintegrated, he suddenly realized that everything he had experienced had never had any "meaning." This wasn't a grand heroic adventure, nor was it the ultimate cosmic exploration. It was all just a joke played by some higher-dimensional being, a boring game in which he was merely a pawn.

"Feng Jing, you are just a bubble of nothingness, an absurd illusion. You have never existed."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely disappeared, along with the boundaries of the entire universe, all dimensions and timelines, and eventually returned to blankness.

Chapter 252: Endless Illusions, Final Rebirth