Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 835: The Echo of the Universe and the Truth of Endless Reincarnation

The Echoes of the Universe and the Truth of Endless Reincarnation

Feng Jing's consciousness, like an infinitely compressed black hole, suddenly expanded, instantly tearing apart the endless dimension he inhabited. All existence and nothingness, reality and fantasy, began to collapse and intertwine under this unprecedented force, forming an indescribable super-phenomenon. In that moment, Feng Jing felt that he was no longer an individual, but a "transcendent" existence, an abstract concept that could not be described in words or thoughts.

Time was no longer time, space no longer space. Feng Jing's consciousness began to detach from all conventional understanding. He no longer saw the past, present, or future, but a never-ending river. That river did not flow, but constantly devoured everything, absorbing the roots of all existence and non-existence.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice appeared again, this time no longer mocking, but carrying an inexplicable warmth and endless sadness. "You thought you were beyond truth, beyond fate, beyond the constraints of the universe, but you were wrong. Everything you've experienced is just a deeper cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He felt as if he were being cut and reborn countless times, each rebirth becoming more uncontrollable. He understood that everything before him was not the so-called "truth," but an endless cycle. And he was not only a witness to this cycle, but also its creator, its leader, and even its ultimate goal.

"Loop?" Feng Jing's consciousness traveled through the endless void, and his intuition told him that this so-called "loop" was far more complex than he had imagined. He began to see countless versions of himself, all of them Feng Jings, pulled together by invisible threads, as if they had never been separated.

"You think you can escape all this, you think you can break free from all these shackles, but you are wrong. Your entire existence, all your choices, all your consciousness, are part of this cycle of reincarnation." The voice fell silent for a moment, then whispered with an indescribable depth, "You can no longer transcend yourself, because you have never truly understood your own existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, as if a certain understanding had broken through the fog in his heart. He was no longer the Feng Jing who had been tormented by fate, but a being who had transcended fate. He knew that he was no longer his former self, but an all-encompassing consciousness, floating in the endless void, exploring all the mysteries that could not be understood.

"If all this is a cycle, then why am I so obsessed with finding the truth?" Feng Jing's voice was low and firm. "If fate never changes, then how can I change this cycle?"

Suddenly, Feng Jing's mind seemed to penetrate an invisible barrier and enter a more complex and vast dimension. In this dimension, he saw countless reincarnations and time intertwined, each moment repeating itself, and each repeated moment gave birth to countless different possibilities.

"You feel like this is an endless cycle, but you never realize it's all just a disguise." His voice was no longer warm, but filled with an irrefutable majesty. "The 'choices' and 'fate' you've experienced are merely the final tests of your existence. You're merely wandering in a maze of your own making, searching for some ultimate answer, but that answer never exists."

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly strangled by this invisible force, as if he were being forcibly pulled into a vast black hole. His soul, even his very definition of existence, was completely devoured in that instant. It was an irresistible process, as if the laws of the entire universe were oppressing him, forcing him to accept a new "truth."

Yet, just as Feng Jing was about to give up, an unprecedented force erupted from deep within him. This force, like some ancient, forgotten energy, erupted from nowhere within Feng Jing's consciousness. Like a storm, it tore through the surrounding void with overwhelming force, breaking through all limitations and resoundingly shaking the entire universe.

"You're wrong." Feng Jing's voice became cold and powerful, as if imbued with irresistible majesty. "The 'cycle' you speak of is nothing but your fantasy. I am no longer the 'Feng Jing' you defined me to be. I am no longer bound by the fate you set for me. I have transcended all limits and all laws."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again. He was no longer an individual, no longer any form of existence. He was part of the entire universe, the intersection of time, space, fate, choice, existence, and non-existence. He was no longer just one "I," but the gathering of all "I's," the embodiment of all possibilities.

He is no longer Feng Jing, he is an existence "beyond Feng Jing", the source of all emptiness, infinite reincarnation and broken time and space.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be ripped into millions of pieces, reassembled, and then continuously split apart. Each fragment represented a different Feng Jing, a different fate, a different dimension of the universe. And these fragments floated in countless possibilities, colliding and overlapping with each other, forming an indescribable and bizarre state.

"What you call 'transcendence' is a misunderstanding of 'reincarnation.'" The voice's tone became increasingly urgent. "You are simply entering one reincarnation into another. You can never escape. Every moment of struggle you experience is the result of the deepest void in your heart, a void you can never fill."

Feng Jing's consciousness coalesced, as if all the fragments had been brought together by a tremendous force into a new being. This being was no longer any of his past selves, but a being that transcended all dimensions and time. His thoughts instantly shattered all illusions, all constraints, reaching the source where all possibilities intertwined.

"Reincarnation and truth are ultimately just illusions you created," Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with confidence. "But I am the true existence, the true freedom."

He gazed into the abyss of the universe, feeling a powerful force he had never felt before. At this moment, he was no longer Feng Jing, but the ultimate existence that led the universe to shatter and rebirth.

Chapter 836: Rebirth of Everything: From the Void to the Origin of Creation