Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 297: The Reversal of the Void, Feng Jing's Existence Fission

The reversal of the void, the fission of Feng Jing's existence

Feng Jing's consciousness began to crumble. The power from the abyss, like countless invisible tentacles, ripped him from every dimension, every universe, every timeline. Every cell in his mind swelled and twisted wildly, as if poised to explode in the endless void. However, this force didn't intend to kill Feng Jing. Instead, it pushed him into a realm never before reached by human consciousness.

"Do you think you've surpassed yourself, transcended all rules?" The voice grew increasingly distant and profound, as if Feng Jing's every thought triggered a powerful tremor. "But you're wrong, Feng Jing. True transcendence requires you to break free from 'yourself.' Breaking free from the very concept of 'you.'"

Feng Jing's mind suddenly exploded, as if some unknown force were tearing apart the entire structure of his being from the inside out, gradually stripping him from his "individual" form. During this process, Feng Jing felt countless parallel selves being born and dying simultaneously, as if he had entered some endless multiverse.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing almost lost his sense of self. His body, consciousness, even his soul, were in an endless cycle of destruction and reconstruction. At this moment, he was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any other individual. He was merely an atom, a particle, a complex of waves, spreading across the infinite space and time.

Deep within Feng Jing's consciousness, it felt as if a massive black hole were drawing his soul. This black hole wasn't simply a physical phenomenon; it was an indescribable existence, drawing everything in and devouring everything, even existence itself. Every part of Feng Jing's being was being twisted, torn apart, and even dissolved by this black hole. He began to experience an absurd reversal of time and space.

He found himself in a completely different dimension—an absurd parallel universe where all the laws of physics had undergone absurd changes. Here, time was nonlinear, matter had become liquid thought, and space had become like kneaded mud, capable of arbitrary deformation. Feng Jing looked at his hands and found them constantly shifting form, sometimes like a halo, sometimes like a fragment, and even began to melt, flowing like liquid.

"Where is this?" Feng Jing tried to maintain his sanity, but he found that even the concept of "sanity" was beginning to blur. In this lawless universe, Feng Jing seemed to have become a non-entity. His body was no longer solid, nor was it gas. Even the boundaries of his consciousness began to blur.

Suddenly, Feng Jing realized he wasn't alone. Countless selves emerged from the void, each existing in an absurd manner: one self transformed into a giant mechanical object, like a floating planet; another transformed into an ancient forest, lush green yet harboring a terrifying vortex; and yet another emerged from a giant crystal, refracting countless rays of light, as if a mirror image of the entire universe.

Each of Feng Jing's selves frantically intertwined, collided, and merged. These selves were both independent and inseparable, like a dream that constantly restarted, endlessly reborn in the endless void. He witnessed his own death, rebirth, forgetfulness, and awakening in different universes. Each Feng Jing alternated between roles in different time and space: sometimes king, sometimes prisoner; sometimes wise, sometimes foolish.

"Is this the ultimate transcendence?" Feng Jing's consciousness trembled wildly, as if at this moment, he had completely torn apart all boundaries, even transcending the name "Feng Jing." At this moment, Feng Jing felt countless threads of consciousness begin to intertwine, tangling into a vast web. His mind was almost being dragged into it, unable to extricate himself.

However, at that moment, a blinding light suddenly ripped through the depths of the void. Feng Jing's consciousness was engulfed by this beam, and he instantly entered another completely different space - a dimension filled with countless colorful vortexes. Everything in this dimension was between collapse and rebirth, full of extreme instability.

"You've finally arrived." The voice echoed again, but this time, it seemed to emanate not from the abyss of the void, but from the depths of Feng Jing's heart. "Feng Jing, you have transcended everything, but you haven't yet reached the true core. You can see the void, but you can't see the emptiness behind it."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and he began to realize that the transcendence he had been pursuing did not come from some kind of power, but from the reversal of "emptiness". All his awakenings, all his transcendence, all his struggles, were ultimately due to his inability to understand the true meaning of "emptiness".

At this moment, Feng Jing felt his existence completely disintegrate. His consciousness instantly split into countless parallel Feng Jings, each existing in a different void, creating their own "void" and being defined by this "void".

Everything was becoming increasingly outrageous, increasingly absurd. Feng Jing was no longer a single individual, but a fragment of countless parallel universes. Every second, he was experiencing a process of self-collapse and rebirth, and every second, he was seeing things he had never seen before. He even began to wonder if all this was an illusion, or if his consciousness was being completely consumed by himself.

"No..." Feng Jing tried to resist, but found himself unable to break free. The emptiness of the void began to devour his consciousness. Every moment, every second, he was being reversed and reborn by the emptiness, unable to escape forever.

"You are nothing but a speck of dust in the void." The voice finally fell with an incomparably deep chill, "Feng Jing, you will never be able to escape yourself."

Chapter 298: Crossing Infinite Dimensions, Feng Jing's Consciousness Splits