Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 389 Awakening in the Deep Rift

Awakening in the Deep Rift

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned to clarity. He realized he wasn't completely out of control, even though everything seemed to be between collapse and reorganization. He began to feel his body, a tactile sensation he had never experienced before, as if every nerve was undergoing a violent rebirth. The cracks in the void were like countless invisible doors, through which he could glimpse different parallel worlds, each of which was twisting his fate in some unspeakable way.

He began to understand that these cracks weren't simply tunnels of time and space; they were more like cracks in fate, pulling countless fragments of Feng Jing together, each enduring different pains and struggles. Those different Feng Jings—from helpless children, to powerful yet lonely beings, to fragments of a shattered consciousness—seemed to tell him that everything was repeating in an endless cycle, and at the core of this cycle was himself.

Feng Jing tried to grasp this strange intuition, seeking a way to escape. However, even as he concentrated on it, an irresistible force swept over him again. The edges of the rift began to collapse, the tearing sensation of time and space intensified again, and Feng Jing's consciousness was quickly sucked into another vortex. This time, he didn't see himself, but a whole new world.

This world was unlike anything he had ever seen. There were no cracks, no distortions of time and space. It was a complete, tranquil world, seemingly beyond all emptiness and broken rules. Feng Jing found himself standing on a boundless wasteland. The sky was like a deep mirror, reflecting countless stars. The ground was composed of countless stones, as if the foundation of the world were slowly growing from this wasteland.

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility. His consciousness became unusually clear, and every part of his body felt settled, as if the order of the entire universe had found its roots in this wasteland. All this wasn't caused by external interference, but rather a kind of awakening deep within Feng Jing.

He looked down and saw the stone beneath his feet begin to vibrate, gradually forming a pattern. Feng Jing tried to concentrate and decipher the pattern, but the speed of its change far exceeded his ability to comprehend. It twisted and distorted, like an ancient symbol or a vein of energy, deeply captivating Feng Jing's attention.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in Feng Jing's ears again, this time not from the void, but directly from this world. The voice was calm and deep, carrying an irresistible power: "You have found the key to the final answer, but whether you can truly unlock this door depends on whether you are willing to face yourself."

"Face myself," Feng Jing muttered to himself, his voice echoing across the silent wasteland. "What am I running away from?"

As Feng Jing's thoughts deepened, an image suddenly emerged before his eyes. It was a familiar face—his own. Feng Jing saw his own eyes filled with despair and powerlessness. The Feng Jing he had once thought dead now stood in a shattered rift in time and space, as if trapped forever in some endless cycle.

"So it's you..." A strange realization rose in Feng Jing's heart. He understood that this wasn't another Feng Jing, but another aspect of himself—the self he had always been unable to face. He finally realized that he had been struggling with his inner fear and powerlessness, and that this struggle had long drawn him into an endless vicious cycle.

Feng Jing's consciousness quickly returned to the original rift, fragments of those parallel worlds still swirling around him. In each rift, Feng Jing saw himself in a different form—some Feng Jings, controlled by fate, unable to extricate himself; some Feng Jings, powerful but bereft of emotions and belonging; and some Feng Jings, already broken, reduced to a hollow existence, as if no longer human.

"This is all me." Feng Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His voice became calm and firm. "Every rebirth is my choice. Everything I've experienced stems from my inner fear, loneliness, and powerlessness. I no longer run away from or try to transcend fate, because I understand that fate itself is created by me."

As these words fell, Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo a dramatic transformation. The cracks gradually closed, and the power of the void began to spread outward, as if the worlds Feng Jing had created were being gradually integrated by him. When the last crack disappeared, Feng Jing discovered that he was no longer a pawn controlled by fate, but the master of his own destiny.

"I have awakened," Feng Jing said softly, his voice filled with determination. "I am no longer part of nothingness, but the creator of destiny."

At that moment, the wasteland before him began to transform. The mirror-like surface of the sky gradually brightened, and the rocks on the ground began to spin, as if some gigantic mechanical device were starting up. Feng Jing watched all this, his heart filled with endless strength. He no longer felt lonely and helpless, for he knew he would no longer be bound by fate.

"This is a new beginning." Feng Jing took a deep breath, a long-lost smile on his face. "No matter what the future holds, I will face it all with a brand new attitude."

Chapter 390: Mirror Image in the Endless Rift