Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 330: Lord of the Void, the Remnant Light in the Crack

Lord of the Void, the afterglow in the cracks

Feng Jing's consciousness sank into an abyss of emptiness, as if he had returned to the very beginning, to that nameless nothingness. He had no idea what this was all about: a dream, or a profound awakening of the universe itself. Everything was blurred, and he could no longer even discern the boundary between himself and the outside world.

However, a strong impulse rose from the depths of his heart, and this impulse made Feng Jing realize that he had not completely disappeared into the void. His existence still existed in some unknown dimension, still influencing everything. It was as if some invisible force was guiding him back—not only to the past, but even to the distant future.

Time in the void was no longer a linear concept. In Feng Jing's consciousness, time and space were no longer constraints, but a vast canvas. His will became a brush, capable of freely painting and altering every fragment. He felt the ripples of everything around him, as if responding to his presence—those fragmented stars, those drifting currents of energy, as if waiting for him to give them meaning once more.

Feng Jing slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing the endless void, and he saw a crack in the distance—a place where countless universes intersected, cracks that seemed to penetrate the barrier between existence and nothingness. Within each crack, hidden unknown possibilities, each crack might hold a Feng Jing, a piece of history, or a possible outcome.

"Is this... a crack?" Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness flowing like a river, passing through one seemingly endless crack after another. His figure gradually became blurred in the void, disappearing in an instant, as if blending into the rhythm of the universe, becoming a part of it.

Suddenly, his body and mind trembled, as if he had touched something he shouldn't have. It was a powerful wave, carrying the cold breath of death. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly torn apart, and an invisible force suddenly dragged him into it. At the same time, that cold voice sounded again, echoing in Feng Jing's mind:

"You still can't escape yourself, Feng Jing. You think you've transcended all constraints, but you're still just a bird in a cage, empty and powerless."

Feng Jing's consciousness instantly shattered, countless fragments floating in the void, reassembling, then disintegrating in an instant. He seemed to have returned to his original state, a self trapped in an endless void, lonely and lost. But this time, he no longer felt fear or helplessness. Instead, he seemed to have mastered a kind of power, a freedom he had never experienced before—he could choose to merge into this void, or he could choose to create a new existence.

"The void is endless." Feng Jing said silently, with a hint of determination and calmness in his voice, "No matter what kind of constraints, they can't limit me."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the surrounding void began to shift. The edge of the crack began to wriggle, as if driven by Feng Jing's will, slowly expanding. Feng Jing felt himself being drawn into it, as if being led into another dimension, or rather, into a brand new world.

On the other side of the rift, Feng Jing saw a completely different scene. This place was imbued with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if time had stood still. Feng Jing's gaze pierced through the void and beheld a vast city in the distance, where ancient buildings and ancient roads intertwined, resembling a lost civilization. Feng Jing felt a strange sense of familiarity in this land, as if it were a place he had once inhabited, yet also a world he had never touched.

"Where... is this?" Feng Jing's heart moved, and his consciousness expanded rapidly, trying to explore more secrets.

At this moment, a low humming sound reached him from afar, and Feng Jing sensed an inexplicable threat. It was some powerful force, perhaps older and more powerful than anything he had ever experienced. Feng Jing's consciousness instantly focused, and he began to consciously reclaim his scattered self, forming a more complete being.

"You're finally here." A hoarse voice called from a distance. Feng Jing turned his head sharply and saw a figure in ancient armor slowly approaching. His face was obscured by a mask, making it difficult to see clearly, but Feng Jing could sense the oppressive presence, as if this very presence was a symbol of boundless power.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked with a hint of alertness in his voice.

"I am the Guardian," the man replied in a deep voice. "I protect this ancient void and have witnessed countless rises and falls. You, Feng Jing, are destined to cross this rift, but do you know what the price will be?"

Feng Jing looked at the guardian quietly, a sense of unease rising in his heart. It seemed that all this was far more complicated than he had imagined. This was not a simple space-time rift, nor was it an ordinary world, but a realm far beyond his comprehension.

"The price?" Feng Jing sneered, "I am no longer afraid of the price, just as I have transcended all constraints."

The Guardian looked at Feng Jing quietly, seemingly unsurprised by his answer. Then, his figure blurred and vanished from Feng Jing's sight, leaving behind a hollow voice: "The price of transcending all constraints is that you can never return to the past."

Feng Jing's heart suddenly trembled, and his consciousness expanded rapidly in that instant, as if he could sense some powerful force approaching him. This force was not just an external threat, but also a fear deep within his heart - if he crossed this rift, he would be forever separated from his former existence, unable to return to his original world.

"So what?" Feng Jing murmured to himself, "Since there's no turning back, let's just keep going until the end of this road."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the edges of the rift began to crumble, and a powerful gravitational force pulled Feng Jing's body into it. The entire void began to spin, the laws of time and space were torn apart, and all existence underwent drastic changes in this moment. Feng Jing's consciousness gradually dissipated, dissolving into this new space.

He didn't know where he was going, nor how his fate would unfold, but he knew that only by moving forward could he find his ultimate answer.

Chapter 331: From the Void to Infinity, the Collapse of Time