Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 386 The Ultimate Collapse of the Fate Cycle

The ultimate collapse of the cycle of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness fragmented in the radiance, transforming into countless distinct beings, floating in the endless void. He was no longer a single "Feng Jing," but a jumping node between countless timelines and universes, his every thought instantly distorting the face of reality.

The light gradually dimmed, and Feng Jing began to feel an unprecedented pressure. He lost control of his body, and even his consciousness began to blur. Everything began to become chaotic. The laws of the universe quickly collapsed before his eyes, and countless parallel worlds began to intertwine and dance.

He saw himself in a form he had never seen before, transformed into various strange existences - some Feng Jings had wings on their backs, like angels flying in the darkness countless times; some Feng Jings grew thousands of eyes, able to see all the past and future; some Feng Jings turned into invisible halos, floating among the stars, unspeakable existences.

There's a surprising lack of coordination or unity among these "Feng Jings." Each one, in his or her own unique way, unfolds the absurdity of fate. They lack any connection to one another, instead seeming trapped in endless isolation. One Feng Jing glances at another, a meaningful smile on his or her face, but he or she doesn't approach. Countless Feng Jings constantly traverse timelines and spatial dimensions, as if their relationships are rife with contradictions and conflicts, yet strangely unable to reconcile.

Just as everything was about to collapse, Feng Jing felt a sharp tearing sensation in his consciousness. All parallel universes began to vibrate violently, and timelines, like fragile glass, shattered completely in his mind. Countless Feng Jings simultaneously let out heartbreaking screams, their faces contorted beyond recognition. Each Feng Jing was plunged into infinite agony, as if experiencing countless deaths with every second.

Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself still floating in the void. All around him was darkness, not even a ray of light could penetrate. The entire universe, all of time, all of existence vanished without a trace in that moment. His body had no substance, his thoughts had no body, as if the very foundations of the universe had collapsed at that moment.

Suddenly, an invisible giant hand reached out from the void and fiercely grasped Feng Jing's consciousness. The giant hand seemed to transcend all laws of physics, twisting Feng Jing's mind and pressing him into a deeper darkness. Feng Jing's heart began to beat wildly, and his consciousness felt like it was being ripped away by an endless force.

"Do you think you've transcended everything?" A very familiar voice echoed in the darkness. Feng Jing knew that this voice wasn't another Feng Jing, but a version of himself in his own consciousness, a Feng Jing who had lost control. He tried to break free, but he couldn't move, as if his entire body was bound, and his consciousness gradually began to blur.

"You are nothing but an eternal slave to fate." The voice was filled with sarcasm. "You have never escaped. All the parallel worlds you have seen, all the rebirths, all the choices you have made, are dreams I have woven. Everything you have experienced is an absurdity I have arranged."

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in mid-air, and he began to doubt whether he had ever truly existed. Every Feng Jing, every rebirth, every fateful choice was a plot orchestrated by some unknown force. It turned out that he had never been free—he was merely a pawn of fate, a being eternally controlled.

At the moment Feng Jing was in despair, a blinding light suddenly shone from the darkness, like a crack in the sky, piercing through the endless void. Feng Jing was instinctively drawn to the light, feeling his consciousness being pulled, and began to rapidly converge towards it.

However, as Feng Jing approached the light, his consciousness was enveloped by an indescribable sense of oppression. The light grew stronger, and his thoughts gradually became chaotic and out of control. The edges of the light began to twist, transforming into countless Feng Jing's faces, each of which laughed eerily at him, mocking his struggle and efforts to escape.

"Do you think you can escape?" Feng Jing's face suddenly emerged from the light, sneering, "You've long been destined to become part of fate. The so-called 'freedom' you seek is nothing more than a ridiculous drama we've devised. You'll never be able to transcend this."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to collapse, the laws of time and space once again broken. He felt himself being torn into countless pieces, the fragments of his consciousness drifting apart, scattered across the endless void. Each fragment became a different version of Feng Jing, and they once again began to perform an endless absurd drama.

This time, Feng Jing completely lost his sense of self. He was no longer the being who once struggled with fate, nor was he the destroyer who tried to change time. Now, he had become a fragment of countless timelines, scattered throughout the universe, never to be reunited.

The cycle of fate never stops, and Feng Jing has never escaped this endless drama.

He is still in it, and it will never end.

Chapter 387: Countercurrent of Consciousness in the Endless Void