Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 403 Endless End and Endless Rebirth

Endless Ending and Endless Rebirth

Feng Jing's heartbeat instantly stopped—he felt a shock more intense than a cosmic explosion, nearly causing his consciousness to completely collapse. The figure's slowly opening words were like a sharp sword piercing the void, piercing the depths of Feng Jing's soul.

"I am the end of all your choices and the origin of all nothingness." The figure's voice was low and ethereal, as if coming from an endless abyss, and every word carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

Feng Jing tried to resist, to break free, but his body seemed bound by an inescapable force, unable to move. His consciousness began to rapidly sink, and the entire universe seemed to have become an infinitely expanding black hole, swallowing up all light and hope. The figure still stood before him, its calm eyes devoid of any wavering, as if Feng Jing's struggles and fears were not worth mentioning.

Feng Jing's mind was shaken. He finally understood everything. He had once believed himself to be the master of the universe, transcending all laws and limitations, controlling all fate and future. But he had never considered that his entire existence, all his creations and destructions, were merely part of the void, a product of his own delusion.

"You... who are you?" Feng Jing's voice became hoarse and rapid, as if he was facing an unspeakable fear.

The figure slowly raised its head, its eyes as deep as the abyss, as if it could see through all of Feng Jing's secrets and fears. "I am your final destination," it whispered. "All your choices, all your fate, will ultimately belong to me. You will understand that all creation and destruction, all time and space and its laws, are part of me. I am the endless terminator and the endless initiator. I am the core of all your existence, the destiny of you and the entire universe."

Feng Jing was speechless, his heart filled with shock and despair. He had once thought he was in control of everything, that he was invincible, but now he knew it was all just a long prank, and he had always been a puppet controlled by it.

Suddenly, a piercing sound rang out, as if a sharp steel needle pierced Feng Jing's consciousness. All parallel universes began to collapse, and all the nothingness and chaos began to spin. Feng Jing felt himself being completely pulled into some kind of twisted vortex.

"Do you want to escape?" The figure's voice was like a whisper, with a hint of an eerie chuckle. "Escape is not easy. You are no longer an independent individual, but a nexus of countless choices and destinies. Do you think you can escape this? No, you will only sink deeper."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, his vision blurring, everything becoming distorted and chaotic. Suddenly, he felt as if he were gliding rapidly through an endless time tunnel, the flow of time accelerating around him, and all of history and the future streaking past like a meteor. He saw one self after another, different selves constantly alternating and shifting in different timelines, each with a different fate and different choices, yet each self seemed inseparable from the others, closely connected and inseparable.

"Do you think this is the end?" Feng Jing murmured in a low voice. His voice was swallowed by endless echoes and almost disappeared in this twisted void.

Suddenly, he saw a figure appear before him. The figure had a familiar face, yet it was so strange that Feng Jing couldn't recognize it. "How could you be me?" Feng Jing spoke with difficulty, but the figure in front of him just smiled slightly, with an incomprehensible light in his eyes.

"You've never truly seen yourself," the figure whispered, the voice echoing in Feng Jing's mind like a spell. "What you see are projections of your own mind, illusions deep within your heart. What you call 'I' is nothing more than a collection of countless 'you's, the product of endless choices. You cannot transcend yourself, Feng Jing. You will always be just yourself."

Feng Jing's body began to tremble violently. He felt a power he had never felt before surge from deep within him, as if it threatened to tear him into countless pieces. He began to understand that no matter how he struggled, no matter how he broke through all limitations, he could not escape his ultimate fate—endless rebirth and destruction, endless reincarnation and end.

"You can't escape," the figure said again, with an irrefutable command, "The end of all this has begun."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to gradually collapse. All his memories, all his choices, his past and future vanished in that moment, as if everything had been cleansed, leaving only an endless void and nothingness. He was no longer an individual, no longer a creator, no longer the arbiter of time and space. He was just a speck of dust in the endless void, drifting on the wind.

At the moment Feng Jing completely lost consciousness, his body suddenly shook, as if he had returned to a certain origin, an inexplicable starting point. Countless selves reappeared before his eyes, intertwining, overlapping, and colliding endlessly, as if an endless fate were beginning anew at this moment.

"You can never escape." The figure's voice echoed in Feng Jing's heart like the final judgment, "You will always be yourself."

Chapter 404: The Countercurrent of Fate and the Rebirth of the Myth