Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 592: The Ultimate Truth of Endless Reincarnation and Chaos Collapse

The Ultimate Truth of Endless Reincarnation and Chaos Collapse

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted like a raging fire, and suddenly, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar space. There was no light, no shadow, no flow of time. All around him was a boundless darkness, as if even space itself had vanished. His consciousness drifted there, devoid of all material support and time, as if it had become part of the void, unable to touch any real existence.

At this moment, a voice pierced the air, resonating deep within Feng Jing's consciousness. "You have awakened, but awakening does not mean liberation; it will plunge you deeper into the fog." The voice was gentle yet powerful, like an ancient echo from the depths of the universe.

Feng Jing was jolted, his consciousness rapidly focused, trying to locate the source of the sound, but all around him was nothingness. His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and countless versions of himself echoed in his mind—some struggling desperately, some waiting with a smile, and some crying silently. Each Feng Jing represented a possible fate, and these destinies would eventually converge into an inescapable chain, imprisoning him.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice sounded again, this time even clearer, as if every inch of Feng Jing's mind was controlled by it. "You once thought you had broken through all the shackles, but you didn't. You just jumped into another mystery."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble violently. Who was the master of that voice? He couldn't help but recall his own struggle with fate: from an ordinary existence to the current master of the universe, every step seemed to be accompanied by a breakthrough of limits, but after each breakthrough, he fell into deeper despair. Did he truly control everything, or was he simply lost in the infinite void?

"I... I don't believe it!" Feng Jing roared, his voice nearly ripping through the surrounding void. "If this is fate, then I will create a 'new world' of my own!"

Before he could finish his words, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted, instantly shattering all the laws of the universe. Time flowed backward, space became chaotic, and the entire structure of the universe collapsed in an unprecedented moment. Stars crumbled, galaxies flipped, and black holes devoured everything. And Feng Jing, like an almighty god, controlled this cosmic catastrophe.

However, behind this chaos, Feng Jing sensed an unfamiliar presence—an overwhelming force, like the intersection of countless dimensions, enveloping everything about him. His consciousness was once again devoured, entering an abyss even more endless than before.

This time, however, he saw a familiar figure. It was a being composed entirely of light and shadow, devoid of any concrete form, yet possessing a frightening presence. Feng Jing was surprised to discover that this figure bore a striking resemblance to himself.

"You..." Feng Jing said in shock, his voice trembling. "Who are you? Why are you so similar to me?"

The figure smiled softly, its voice echoing like windchimes. "You're right, we are indeed very similar, but I am not you. I am the 'reflection' of your past." Its voice was filled with inexplicable joy. "You are always pursuing transcendence, but you don't realize that you are actually chasing your own shadow."

Feng Jing was stunned. "Images" of the past? He had never heard of such a term. Every Feng Jing, in an endless cycle of reincarnation, sought to define and transcend himself, to escape the grip of fate. Yet, he never realized that he was merely chasing after a "self" that no longer existed. All his struggles, all his resistance, were ultimately nothing more than a trap he had set for himself.

Feng Jing's heart was shaken once again. He had never reflected on himself so deeply before. Was everything he had done truly destined? Was every bit of strength he had felt, every breakthrough he had achieved, merely an illusion he had created?

"What you understand as 'freedom' is nothing more than an illusion bestowed upon you by fate." The image's smile grew increasingly strange. "You believe you can break the rules and transcend everything, but you fail to realize that the 'rules' themselves are the meaning you assign to them. You are merely a link in the chain of fate, and you can never escape it."

Feng Jing's consciousness tore apart again. He began to see parallel versions of himself intertwining in endless time and space, colliding and devouring each other. Every decision he made, every breakthrough, triggered uncontrollable chaos in a parallel universe. He finally understood that all his twists and turns, all his struggles, were actually part of a vast and intricate machine of fate. He thought he had broken free from the constraints of fate, but in reality, he was just a cog in the cycle of fate.

"This is the truth about 'freedom,'" the image said, its voice growing hollower. "Everything you've experienced is a web woven by fate. You are but a worm in the web, unable to escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness was close to collapse. He didn't want to believe it all, but the scene before him ruthlessly revealed the truth that he had never dared to face.

"I... won't give up!" Feng Jing roared, his consciousness swelled wildly, trying to break free from this inescapable cycle. But every struggle, every resistance, pushed him deeper into despair. He no longer knew where he was, nor whether he even "existed."

Just when Feng Jing's consciousness was about to collapse completely, the image suddenly took action, and the powerful force pulled Feng Jing back to the starting point - he returned to the original place of nothingness.

"Do you finally understand?" the image whispered. "You can never transcend fate, nor escape yourself. Everything you pursue is merely a part of destiny. All power, all reversals, are but one giant cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell silent again. His heart seemed to be emptied out, and all his reversals and breakthroughs ultimately returned to nothingness. In this endless darkness, the only thing he could feel was an indescribable loneliness and emptiness.

This time, he no longer had the strength to resist, because he knew that he could never escape the shackles of fate.