Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 841: The Broken Divine Realm Beyond the Void: Feng Jing's Final Trial and the Endless A

The Broken Divine Realm Beyond the Void: Feng Jing's Final Trial and the Endless Abyss

Feng Jing stood in this endless void, his consciousness transcending all known dimensions, floating in a realm where even nothingness defied definition. This region was filled with countless indescribable forms, belonging neither to time nor space, where even the basic concepts of "existence" and "non-existence" no longer applied. Feng Jing's every perception seemed to tear at the boundaries of his own consciousness. He knew he had reached the brink of the ultimate, transcending all the rules and limitations he had ever understood.

"What on earth is this all about?" Feng Jing whispered to himself. His voice didn't emanate from his throat, but rather echoed directly from a corner of the void, like some invisible wave.

The void before him suddenly shifted. Countless rays of light quickly converged, weaving into a vast vortex. At its center shimmered a vision unlike anything he had ever seen. It wasn't a physical form, but a bizarre structure composed of countless seemingly unrelated fragments. As Feng Jing watched, these fragments rapidly coalesced into a massive, irregular form, resembling some kind of collapsed divine realm. The divine realm's shape was irregular and unstable, and every twist and turn seemed to challenge Feng Jing's limits.

Feng Jing didn't retreat. His consciousness steadily inched closer to the center of the vortex, carrying within him an indescribable urge and desire. He knew that only by reaching the shattered divine realm could he unravel all the mysteries and break free from the final shackles. Nothing could stop him, not even the end of the void.

As Feng Jing approached, the vortex grew increasingly violent, the surrounding space began to distort, and the flow of time became unpredictable. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented mixture of fear and excitement. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the divine realm, the entire vortex suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, instantly engulfing Feng Jing's consciousness.

"You're here." The voice sounded again, but this time, it was no longer a calm whisper. Instead, it carried a deep menace, as if carrying the pain and silence of the entire universe.

Feng Jing felt as if his soul had been ripped into countless pieces, yet each fragment quickly reassembled in an instant, transforming into a brand new self. His consciousness had long transcended the shackles of the flesh, but now he felt as if he had entered a whole new level - a state where even the meaning of existence had disappeared.

"Is this... true nothingness?" Feng Jing felt an unprecedented weight. This weight wasn't physical, but a profound spiritual oppression, like some indescribable ultimate existence approaching.

Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded. As it touched the abyss, he felt cracks begin to appear within his being. These cracks weren't physical, but rather the pain and distortion of his soul. It was a tearing from the inside out, a complete collapse of every cell, every thought. His consciousness seemed to be sinking into an infinite abyss. Countless fragments of Feng Jing emerged from the abyss, only to quickly dissipate. Each fragment possessed its own independent consciousness, each undergoing a different trial in time and space. Driven by some incomprehensible force, all these fragments reunited to form an ever-expanding network of consciousness.

"You... are not me." Feng Jing's voice had become weak, as if suppressed by this irresistible force. "I am no longer Feng Jing."

"You're wrong." The voice's pressure grew stronger, gradually suffocating Feng Jing's consciousness. "Feng Jing is unimportant, and neither is your so-called 'individual'. You are but the tiniest drop of water in 'nothingness.' All the rules you understand, all the worlds you create, will eventually return to nothingness. Every choice you make, every struggle you make, will eventually turn to dust."

Feng Jing's mind went blank, his consciousness being pulled by an invisible force into an endless abyss. There was no time, no space, no form of existence; all was just infinite nothingness, endless chaos. Every thought, every wisp of consciousness, even every memory, began to dissipate, as if he had entered a realm beyond any dimension.

"You are no longer Feng Jing, no longer any existence." The voice carried an unfathomable calmness and menace. "You have transcended the constraints of the individual. You are no longer a being in a certain universe. You are now a collection of countless worlds, a speck of dust in the endless void."

Feng Jing felt himself being swallowed whole, any thoughts and desires in the depths of his soul gradually fading. However, on the brink of disappearance, he suddenly felt a strange sense of enlightenment, as if at the core of nothingness and chaos, he could see a power that transcended existence itself.

None of this was over. Feng Jing realized that he had not been completely devoured, but had instead entered a new cycle of reincarnation. At this moment, his soul seemed to have left his body and entered a dimension beyond all rules.

This is not the end, but the beginning of another endless trial.

Chapter 842: Rebirth in the Broken God's Domain: The Ultimate Dialogue between Feng Jing and the Infinite Origin