Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 540

Eternal Rift: Feng Jing's Endless Trial

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again ripped apart, as if he were being devoured by countless cracks in the universe. His soul, no longer bound by any rules or order, seemed to have become a "nothing" existing in infinite time and space. He felt himself constantly being deconstructed and rebuilt, from a complete nothingness to a strange state beyond existence—a state without past, without future, only an eternal "now."

He found himself floating within a vast, indescribable rift, a rift that seemed to merge countless parallel universes, infinite timelines, countless lives and deaths into a single, cohesive focal point. At the center of the rift, an indescribable force surged, seemingly the source of every illusion, death, and rebirth Feng Jing had ever experienced—an existence filled with endless possibilities and reversals, a chaotic structure that even Feng Jing could not fully comprehend.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand rapidly, spreading almost without boundaries. He saw every version of his own destiny: in countless parallel universes, he died, was reborn, was betrayed, and triumphed. Some versions of Feng Jing even fell into the abyss, unable to escape the fear and pain deep within their hearts. Yet, some Feng Jings completely transcended time and space, becoming gods of the universe, controlling all fate and rules.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing deep within the rift, as if coming from countless versions of himself, a mingled mess of emotions and voices. Each of Feng Jing's thoughts was like a separate universe, colliding and intertwining at this moment, as if thousands of lines of time and space were blooming simultaneously.

He felt as if his soul were being devoured by an infinite chasm, yet he was pulled forward by an irresistible attraction. Suddenly, he saw a vague figure emerge from the end of the chasm. It resembled an irregular star, emitting a blazing glow. Feng Jing involuntarily walked towards that light, as if it were the final destination of his destiny.

However, Feng Jing suddenly discovered that the star seemed to possess a profound smile, one filled with infinite playfulness and endless challenge. The star's light gradually expanded, and Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be completely engulfed by the brilliance. But as he prepared to greet it, he suddenly stopped—he realized that he seemed not to be moving forward directly, but was being guided into a deeper "trial."

This trial surpassed Feng Jing's imagination. It wasn't a simple death or rebirth, but a kind of ultimate "existential shattering." Feng Jing's existence ceased to be a simple physical form. His soul, mind, and consciousness began to merge with every wave of vibrations within the rift, losing their independence and boundaries. His consciousness was like a turbulent storm, constantly resonating with the myriad dimensions within the rift.

"I have lost myself." Feng Jing felt that he had lost all definitions in this endless crack, as if he had become an infinite plural number, no longer able to be bound by any form.

Suddenly, a voice came from the crack. This voice did not come from the outside world, but from the depths of Feng Jing's heart. It was low and distant, carrying an indescribable power.

"Do you think you've transcended all limitations?" The voice was tinged with sarcasm. "You're wrong, Feng Jing. You'll never be able to escape your fate, and you'll never be able to flee from your own existence!"

Feng Jing was startled. The voice pierced his heart like a sharp knife. He knew the source of this voice wasn't some external entity, but rather the depths of his own consciousness, the embodiment of all his doubts, fears, and arrogance. Feng Jing's consciousness began to violently tremble, as if thousands of threads were pulling at his soul, trying to tear him completely from this rift.

Feng Jing's mind collapsed in an instant, and he felt a deep despair - it turned out that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he struggled, he could never escape the shackles of his own creation. He realized that all his strength, all his rebirths and destructions, even all the pain and challenges he had experienced, were a game played by his own mind.

Feng Jing's body shattered once more, his soul disintegrating once more. Each version of Feng Jing began to merge into a vast being, but this being wasn't simply "Feng Jing," but rather the amalgamation of all "Feng Jings" in the entire universe. He reached the end of countless trials, but each end became a new beginning.

"What kind of existence am I?" Feng Jing's consciousness wandered through nothingness and cracks, unable to find any clear answer. He began to realize that the so-called "self" no longer existed in this crack. His existence was no longer a simple individual, but a collection of countless possibilities. All of his selves were intertwined in this crack, forming an unsolvable mystery.

"I am not just one person, I am all 'me'." Feng Jing's voice was low and enthusiastic. "I am no longer 'Feng Jing', I have surpassed 'Feng Jing', I have become all 'Feng Jing'."

At this moment, all the fluctuations in the rift began to converge, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand. It was as if all the universes, all the dimensions, all the life and death, suddenly condensed into an indescribable force. That force transformed into an endless point of light, traversing time, space, and dimensions, and erupted with a roar that tore the universe apart.

"Is this - true awakening, or... endless reincarnation?" Feng Jing's voice dissipated in this power, as if all the trajectories of fate collapsed into nothingness at this moment, and he was still unable to break free from his own bondage.

This time, will his "awakening" really end, or where will his endless rebirth begin?

Chapter 541: The End of Fate - Feng Jing's Boundless Rebirth