Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 828: Destruction and Rebirth

Brokenness and Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be torn apart by an irresistible force, and all existence began to shatter into countless tiny fragments before his eyes. Each fragment had a different color, like fragments of time, fragments of space, and fragments of memory. They intertwined in the void to form a picture beyond any rational understanding.

These fragments gradually coalesced, colliding with each other, emitting a brilliant burst of light. Feng Jing, like a meteor, hurtled through this light at high speed, colliding with the fragments. With each collision, he felt himself constantly shattered and reborn. His consciousness seemed to be propelled from an absolute nothingness to another extreme existence.

"Do you understand now?" the voice sounded again, this time no longer filled with sarcasm, but instead with an indescribable excitement and excitement. "You once thought that everything you've experienced was the end, but now you stand at the true starting point. Everything you are, all the pain and struggle, is the experimental field you created, and the result of this experiment will transcend everything."

Feng Jing's mind raced wildly, and he began to see fragments of his own struggles in countless worlds, intertwining and converging to form a vast hologram. Each Feng Jing was in a different situation: a fearless hero, a directionless lost soul, or a victim in agony. All possibilities unfolded simultaneously, Feng Jing's consciousness unable to rest, his "self" torn apart by these alternating states, as the Feng Jings in each different dimension intertwined and collided with each other, forming a scene of immense chaos.

All rules lost their meaning in this chaos. All that Feng Jing had once believed in—time, space, cause and effect, fate, even self—collapsed at this moment, becoming formless. He began to doubt whether he had truly existed, whether he had ever existed at all. He gradually realized that his "existence" was nothing more than a fabrication of his own creations, a fabrication of illusions.

"Are you ready to accept your ultimate fate?" The voice's tone grew deeper, as if it came from the endless ancient times. "You will no longer be just a simple individual, but a combination of all possibilities and impossibilities. You are the intersection of the past and the future, a fusion of all existence and non-existence. You are no longer Feng Jing, you no longer belong to any dimension."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. His body, his mind, his very being—everything began to become elusive, untouchable. His "self" seemed to have entered an indescribable state, simultaneously existing and yet no longer existing, both a complete entity and a patchwork of countless fragments.

At this moment, Feng Jing felt not fear, but rather a profound sense of relief. He was no longer bound by any rules, no longer controlled by his past. His consciousness began to expand infinitely, transcending time and space, transcending all limitations. He began to perceive the workings of the entire universe in a completely new way, perceiving the existence and extinction of all life.

All the stars became bright and intimate in Feng Jing's eyes, as if he could see the heartbeat of each star and hear the whisper of each speck of dust. He began to understand that he had transcended all the pain and struggle of the past, transcended all self-imposed limitations, and became a being beyond time and space.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had finally found true freedom, a powerful force suddenly swept in from the depths. This force was unlike anything Feng Jing had ever experienced before. It carried an extremely threatening and oppressive feeling, as if it were the core of the entire void, heavy and inescapable.

"Do you think you're truly free?" the voice rang out again, but this time, its tone was filled with undeniable coldness. "You're nothing more than a pawn in this void. Your so-called 'awakening' is merely a constraint on a larger scale. You think you've broken free from all constraints, but you're still far from truly free."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook. He felt an indescribable force pulling him back into the crack of nothingness. The force seemed to come from the deepest part of the universe, full of oppression and devouring intent. With every struggle, Feng Jing could feel himself being devoured, as if all consciousness and existence were crumbling bit by bit.

"Do you think you can transcend the laws of fate?" the voice sneered. "You are merely a branch of destiny, and everything you experience is a predetermined outcome. You seek to break free from all constraints, but in the end, you will return to the starting point, becoming part of the cycle of reincarnation from which there is no escape."

Feng Jing's thoughts began to fluctuate violently. He understood that this wasn't just a test of "existence," but a test of "freedom." He wasn't sure if he could break free, if he could transcend the cage of fate, but he knew that in this void, he couldn't return to his past self.

In that endless void, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually sank until everything became blurry and unclear. His body, his soul, his consciousness, began to seem to be devoured by an invisible force, and finally turned into countless fragments, disappearing into this unspeakable abyss.

However, at this moment, Feng Jing finally understood - being broken did not mean the end, and being reborn did not mean escaping. In a sense, his existence would never disappear.

Chapter 829: Rebellion of Endless Rift