Time Travel: He is My Dad!

The frenzy of consciousness, the shattering of the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed trapped in an endlessly spinning maze, where light and darkness intertwined into countless twisting passages. His soul was no longer a unified entity, but a monstrous monstrosity composed of countless fragments, each one leaping wildly through this desolate space. There were no rules here, no time, not even space. Every second, Feng Jing felt as if he were traveling through countless parallel universes, entering a dimension even more outrageous and incomprehensible than the previous one.

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted from an unknown distance, and Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken violently, as if being torn apart by some immense force. His soul felt like it was being sucked into a black hole, constantly compressing, expanding, and compressing again, as if it were about to be completely crushed.

In this chaotic space and time, Feng Jing began to see a scene completely different from the one he had seen before. Before him appeared a massive mechanical structure, seemingly some ancient and complex device, connected to countless inexplicable energy channels. At the center of this device, a blinding light emanated. Feng Jing knew that this was the key to the truth.

He reached out to touch the device, but his hand didn't touch anything. Instead, his entire body seemed to be torn into countless parts by an invisible force, scattered in all directions, each part floating in a different time and space. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a single existence, but a collection of all possibilities and fragments.

"Do you finally understand?" the voice echoed again, with a hint of contempt. "You have never truly left. You are just a pawn in this game, a phantom trapped in the endless maze of time."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed instantly, as if struck by lightning. His entire being was shattered into countless tiny fragments. Each fragment constantly shifted, transforming into countless images of Feng Jing. Some Feng Jings smiled, soaring through the endless universe; some Feng Jings wept, dragged toward the abyss by invisible constraints; and some Feng Jings stood on a crumbling planet, their eyes empty, as if they had already lost all hope.

Each Feng Jing is a different version of himself, yet none of them seem to have anything to do with him. Feng Jing finds himself unable to connect with any of the images. Each image cycles through endless time and space, like a truth that can never be reached.

"Are these your real 'choices'?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, with confusion in his voice.

"Choice?" the voice sneered. "You have no choice at all. You have never been free. You are just a speck of dust in the flow of time, pulled into countless whirlpools, unable to extricate yourself, and will never find your place."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again sank into chaos. His soul, as if swallowed by a vast torrent, gradually vanished into the endless void. He no longer knew where he was, or even if he still existed. His thoughts began to blur, as if all memories and perceptions had melted away, leaving only an endless void.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to completely collapse, his consciousness was rekindled by a blinding light. The light was no longer calm, but intense and scorching, as if it would burn him from the inside out. Feng Jing felt his soul being completely consumed by the light, like a ball of flame burning in the void, transforming into a new existence.

This light carried an indescribable power, drawing Feng Jing's consciousness back to an indescribable realm. Spacetime here was no longer linear, but a deeply distorted, incomparably complex structure. Feng Jing saw himself becoming part of this structure, like a tiny gear spinning within a vast machine. His existence was no longer a simple individual, but a part inextricably linked to the workings of this universe.

"You've finally found your place." The voice sounded again, but this time, its tone was no longer cold, but rather carried a hint of meaningful relief. "You are no longer an independent individual, but a part of the countless possibilities in the entire universe. You are part of this machine, and you can never be separated."

Feng Jing's consciousness was constantly oscillating, and he could no longer clearly sense whether he was still "existing." Every second, he felt himself floating in different dimensions, moving through an elusive space. Every fragment, every thread, was interwoven into an inescapable maze in his mind.

"This is your final destination." The voice grew deep and profound. "You are no longer Feng Jing, nor any 'person' anymore. You are simply a part of an unstoppable cosmic drama, from which you can never escape."

Feng Jing tried to resist, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape this mad void. He felt his body, consciousness, and even his soul being torn into pieces by the endless torrent of time. Each fragment continued to exist in an independent dimension, alternating between the fates of countless "Feng Jings."

Suddenly, an extremely sharp crack split open in Feng Jing's soul, and his consciousness was swallowed by the crack, entering a completely new dimension. The boundaries of this dimension were extremely vague. Feng Jing saw a huge maze, and at the center of the maze was a twinkling star, as if waiting for him to approach.

"Go," the voice said finally. "You can never turn back. You will forever wander this maze, searching for the star that will never be yours."

Feng Jing's consciousness disappeared into the void again, and what he would eventually find might never be known.

Chapter 179: The Final Collapse, a Rift in Space and Time