Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 814: The Reversal of Time and Self-Rebirth

The reversal of time and self-rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in the endless void, surrounded by an indescribable chaos. In that chaotic scene, everything was shapeless and meaningless, as if every speck of dust represented a brand new universe, and he himself was at its deepest center.

An inexplicable force began to pull at him, as if an invisible giant hand were grasping him, and every inch of space was filled with an unknown pulling force. Feng Jing discovered that he was not sinking into this void, but was moving towards a certain point at an irresistible speed - that point was the source of the universe and also its end.

He struggled to escape, but every time he tried, he was pulled back by a stronger force. The feeling of powerlessness deeply eroded his soul, as if he were an insignificant existence in the universe, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the trajectory of his fate.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he would be trapped in this endless void forever, a ray of light suddenly shattered the darkness. This light had no specific shape. It was like a beam of light that penetrated Feng Jing's consciousness and instantly brought him into another dimension.

In this dimension, everything seemed chaotic, yet it was filled with order. Feng Jing stood on a strange plane, with no sky or ground around him, only countless ever-shifting geometric shapes floating in the air. These shapes shimmered with different colors, as if alive. They swirled around Feng Jing, like a group of whispering souls pulsing around him.

"Where is this?" Feng Jing's voice became hollow, as if it had lost its substance, with only his consciousness still supporting him.

"This is the 'Memory of the Void.' Everything you've experienced, every feeling, every change, is preserved here." The voice came from all directions, with no specific source, as if it came from the depths of Feng Jing's heart. "Every struggle you've experienced, every failure, every victory, is frozen in this space, forming this eternal scene."

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented shock. It turned out that all the pain and joy, all the triumphs and defeats, were actually recorded in this empty dimension. He began to recall all his past experiences, the love and hate, the successes and failures, and how they had somehow been eternally fixed in this dimension.

"You finally understand, don't you?" the voice echoed again, filled with endless indifference and depth. "Everything you've experienced isn't accidental, nor is it the arrangement of fate. It's something you created. Your so-called 'self' is nothing more than an infinitely reflected mirror image, endlessly circulating in this void."

Feng Jing's heart trembled. He suddenly realized that every battle he'd experienced, every decision he'd made, seemed to foreshadow his becoming part of this void. Every effort and struggle ultimately became a self-created cycle.

"This space is a product of your thoughts," the voice said calmly. "Everything you see is the truth deep within you that you cannot bear. Once you break through it, it becomes a part of you, indelible and inescapable."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, memories and reality intertwined into a chaotic fog. He saw his former body, his former emotions, everything shattered like shattered glass. He began to doubt whether he really existed, or was just a speck of dust floating in the boundless universe.

However, just as he was about to give up, the voice suddenly became unusual: "You are no longer yourself." The voice was filled with mysterious power. "You have surpassed your past self. You no longer belong to any dimension or timeline."

Feng Jing felt a huge pull, as if his entire consciousness was torn into countless pieces, flying in different directions. Each piece of consciousness represented a different choice he had made, a different fate he had had.

"You are experiencing self-rebirth," the voice said lightly. "What you see, these fragments of rebirth, are precisely all your possibilities. The paths you once chose are now intertwined here and have become a part of you."

Feng Jing finally understood. He was not alone in this void; all of his selves intertwined, collided, and merged in the endless river of time. He was not alone, but rather a shared existence among thousands, perhaps even more, "Feng Jings."

Every collapse, every death, and every rebirth he experiences is a reflection of his own mind. He is no longer a fixed entity, but a constantly shifting and reshaping ocean of consciousness. The pain and struggle he experiences are merely a stage in the expansion of his self-awareness.

Feng Jing suddenly understood that, deep within this void, there was no such thing as an "end." All rebirth and destruction were merely a part of an endless cycle, and even he himself was merely a speck of dust in this cycle.

"This is the truth about 'time,'" the voice said in a deep voice. "It's not a straight line, but an endless countercurrent. All points in time, all events, will eventually converge to a center. That center is you."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand rapidly, instantly crossing countless dimensions of time and space, and traversing countless parallel universes. In each universe, Feng Jing experienced different stories and faced different destinies, but in the end, they all converged to the same point, that is, the origin of nothingness.

Feng Jing suddenly laughed. He no longer laughed for a purpose, no longer to break through a limit, but out of a deep sense of relief. Finally, he was no longer a single self, but a combination of all his selves, a being beyond time and space.

At this moment, Feng Jing transcended life and death, time and space, becoming the true master of the void. He no longer needed any explanation, because he had become a part of the universe, the core where all possibilities intertwined.

"Now, you are truly free." The voice echoed in Feng Jing's ears and finally disappeared into the endless void.