Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 185 The Countercurrent of Fate, the Collapse of Time and Space

The countercurrent of fate, the collapse of time and space

Every nerve in Feng Jing's body trembled. He could almost hear the roar within him—a rebellion against the endless void, a challenge to fate. The rift in space and time before him stretched out like a vast web, as if countless universes were intertwined, and he was an inescapable node. However, this time, his consciousness did not succumb to the gravitational pull of nothingness. Instead, it erupted in an unprecedented manner, as if threatening to tear everything before him apart.

A blinding light suddenly erupted before Feng Jing's eyes, a radiance more intense than any star's. It was as if a gigantic sun had suddenly appeared before his eyes, scorching the very edges of the universe. His consciousness seemed to be propelled by this radiance into an entirely different dimension, an existence beyond his comprehension. The boundaries of space blurred in an instant, and time ceased to flow, solidifying into fragments.

At that moment, Feng Jing felt as if he were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, his body rapidly drawn into a vortex. This vortex wasn't a vortex of matter in the conventional sense, but rather a vortex of "thought." Feng Jing's body, mind, and even soul were consumed by this force, entering a place devoid of matter and without rules—a chaos woven entirely by consciousness, memory, and illusion.

In this invisible space, he beheld thousands of Feng Jings. Each one stood in a different dimension, living a completely different life. Some stood in a world of flames and ruins, leading an invincible army, the battle horn already sounded; others floated in the boundless void, engaging in silent conversation with a strange creature; still others were swallowed by a strange rift in time and space, disappearing in a flash. He even saw a Feng Jing who had traveled back to an ancient civilization, becoming a deity of this world, controlling the forces of heaven and earth.

These images of Feng Jing flashed before him like countless shattered mirror images. However, without exception, these Feng Jings were filled with an indescribable anxiety and confusion, as if they could not escape from these endless illusions.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice echoed again in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, with a hint of sneer. "You are just a speck of dust in this void, and you can never escape your fate. Every Feng Jing is an incomplete existence, endlessly repeating their own story. You try to escape, but you can never leave this endless maze."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally collapsed at this moment, as if a huge force was pulling him into an infinitely deep darkness. He could no longer sense the existence of any body, nor could he be sure if he was still alive. The whole world became extremely empty, and everything lost its meaning.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he would be lost in this void forever, his consciousness was suddenly awakened by a violent shock. His body seemed to recondense, and the surrounding void quickly returned to its original form. All the chaos and confusion seemed to disappear in an instant.

Feng Jing opened his eyes and found himself back in front of the enormous, radiant gate. However, this time, the view beyond the gate was no longer a vast expanse of chasms, but a world filled with unknowns. The scene before him was extremely bizarre. The sky was not a normal blue, but a woven fabric of countless colors, like an eternal cycle of dawn and dusk. The ground was no longer solid, but rather a flowing mass of liquid light.

Feng Jing's heartbeat quickened. He knew he hadn't returned to his original world, but had entered a completely new dimension. Here, even the very rules of thought had changed. Every thought Feng Jing took seemed to cause fluctuations in the surrounding space, and every breath he took seemed to be a dialogue with the deeper structure of this world.

He took a deep breath, reached out, and touched the flowing light before him. In that instant, he felt a strange power spreading from his fingertips throughout his body. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn by this force, entering a completely new realm—he seemed to see countless versions of himself, drifting through this world with different identities and destinies. He saw himself becoming the creator of this world, reweaving the laws of the universe; he also saw himself being devoured by countless monsters, becoming the final sacrifice of this world; he even saw himself transformed into a star, hanging forever in the void.

All of this was like a bizarre dream, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to waver, unable to distinguish whether it was real or not. Each Feng Jing represented countless choices he had made, and these choices ultimately converged into an endless cycle in this world.

"You've finally reached the true starting point." The voice suddenly sounded again, with a hint of deep decadence. "But you still can't escape the cycle of fate. No matter how many times you choose, the final result will always be the same. You are nothing more than a projection, constantly reincarnating in this endless void."

A massive crack in space and time suddenly appeared before Feng Jing's eyes. He felt as if his consciousness was being sucked into it, plummeting downward. His body began to disintegrate, and his consciousness was gradually torn apart, as if wrapped in countless layers of reality and illusion, overlapping crazily.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice had become disembodied, like the combined voices of countless Feng Jings. "You cannot escape the cycle of fate. You can only struggle in this world, never reaching the other side."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually sank into endless darkness, and in this darkness, he seemed to see a faint light. The light gradually grew larger and brighter, and Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be pulled back to the mysterious portal.

However, this time, Feng Jing did not hesitate. He took a step forward and walked towards the light.

Chapter 186: Transcendence of Consciousness, Resurrection of the Universe