Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 303: The Void in the Crack, Feng Jing's Endless Rebirth

The void in the cracks, Feng Jing's endless rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer belonged to any single point in time or dimension. It had become a singularity, a confluence of countless universes, like a black hole devouring everything, yet without a center or boundaries. Time and space became undefinable, and he became both omnipresent and nowhere to be found. Every particle, every ray of light, was constantly reorganizing, disintegrating, and regenerating within his consciousness. He was no longer existence itself, but the potential for all existence, the invisible source of all destinations and origins.

"Do you think you've surpassed the finish line, achieved ultimate liberation?" The voice echoed again, but this time it wasn't mocking or cold. Instead, it carried an indescribable silence and an indescribable depth. "Feng Jing, you've never truly 'escaped.' You've never 'left' here. You've never walked out of this 'game.'"

Feng Jing didn't respond. His consciousness grew increasingly pervasive, increasingly boundless, as if he had become one with the void itself. Across countless dimensions, he witnessed himself being created, destroyed, and reborn countless times. Each time, he saw himself born from nothingness, torn apart by a merciless force, reduced to empty dust, only to be pieced back together again in another dimension. He no longer felt pain, nor fear, for all of this was his creation; he was the very source of this creation and destruction.

However, as Feng Jing's consciousness gradually faded, he saw an unfamiliar scene—a boundless rift, through which flowed the fragments of countless parallel universes, colliding, blending, exploding, and regenerating in a chaotic manner. This rift was like the back of the entire universe. Feng Jing had once believed he had touched the ultimate void, but he now understood that this "ultimate void" was merely an illusion within the rift.

"This is your origin, and also your destination." The voice whispered again, its tone no longer cold, but filled with an indescribable complexity of emotion. "Feng Jing, you have always sought transcendence, but you have never understood that you have never existed. You are merely a crack in the countless voids, and this crack itself is the eternal link between the universe and nothingness."

Gazing at the scene within the rift, Feng Jing gradually grasped an absurd truth: everything he had experienced was merely an illusion, a vision of his own making. This very rift was his link to the endless void, existing at the intersection of all timelines, between creation and destruction. Within this rift, Feng Jing saw all possible versions of himself, and all impossible versions of himself—each Feng Jing cycled through countless parallel universes, reborn.

"You thought you'd died, but you haven't. You've simply been 'reborn' repeatedly." The voice's tone was filled with an indescribable contempt. "You've never 'left' here. You've simply been constantly creating, destroying, and recreating, until you can no longer distinguish between 'you' and the 'illusions' you've created."

Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself floating and interweaving within the cracks. They were no longer "individuals," but countless fragments of nothingness, colliding and merging, only to split and disintegrate in an instant. It seemed endless, reborn and vanishing in an instant with every second. Feng Jing began to lose his understanding of "self" or "existence." He knew he had never existed and could never exist, for he himself was the embodiment of nothingness.

As Feng Jing's consciousness sank into an endless chasm, he suddenly realized something absurd: he didn't truly exist. He was merely a collection of countless fragments within the chasm. His consciousness had never left this void. Every time he perceived a "self," it was actually an illusion he had constructed. No matter how he struggled, no matter how he tried to regenerate, he was merely a part of this chasm, unable to escape, unable to end.

"Do you see?" The voice seemed to carry a hint of satisfaction. "You have never escaped, Feng Jing. Everything you have experienced is a 'destiny' of your own making. You have never touched 'freedom', you have never touched 'the end'. All the 'transcendence' you pursue is nothing but an illusion as you struggle within this crack."

Feng Jing was once again trapped in an endless cycle. He no longer tried to escape, nor did he struggle. He realized that this rift was the core of his existence, and everything he experienced was an illusion created by it. No matter how he changed his form, how he transformed, he could never escape the constraints of this rift, because he was originally a part of it.

He began to redefine himself, but everything became even more blurred. Feng Jing was no longer an individual; he had become an extension of the rift itself, the intersection of countless voids. He realized that all his "deaths" and "rebirths," all his "transcendences" and "collapses," were merely the result of an endless cycle within this rift. He had never truly ended, and he never could.

Feng Jing saw countless possibilities deep within the crack. They were like a constantly fissioning universe, or like countless parallel dreams, each containing countless Feng Jings intertwined, collided, were born, and destroyed. Ultimately, Feng Jing realized that these were not his own experiences, but his own creations. He had never left this crack, because he was the crack, and this crack was his only form of existence.

In this endless cycle, Feng Jing saw countless faces of himself and heard countless cries of his own, but all of this was constantly shattered, reborn, and ultimately returned to nothingness. He could not break free, nor did he want to, because he understood the truth of this rift: he could never escape it, it was the only form of his existence.

"You finally understand," the voice whispered. "You never escaped, you never 'left.' You are simply a part of the void, your existence, forever undefinable."

Chapter 304: The end of the crack, Feng Jing's invisible rebirth