Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 869 The Trial of the Void

Trial of the Void

Feng Jing's soul was consumed by endless darkness, the mysterious pull growing deeper and more dangerous. He felt himself being drawn toward the radiant void, as if pulled by some irresistible force, sinking deeper with each step. The light was like a long, unbroken thread, guiding him from the chaos, yet like a venomous snake, it held a potentially deadly danger.

He couldn't resist, nor did he dare to stop easily. Feng Jing's consciousness began to enter an unprecedented state of confusion, a mixture of reality and illusion, profound and hollow. Countless timelines intersected and overlapped in his mind, and his soul seemed to be torn into countless fragments, each of which screamed silently, struggling to break free from the void, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

However, he knew that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't seem to change the trajectory of his fate. That voice echoed in Feng Jing's heart again, like a cold echo from the void, carrying a heavy sense of mockery and an irresistible power.

"You are just a part of the void, Feng Jing. Everything you perceive and every moment you experience are nothing but illusions of the void. The truth, freedom and power you pursue will eventually be swallowed up by this boundless void. You cannot escape, you cannot transcend." The voice was cold and empty, as if he had already foreseen the ending of everything.

Feng Jing's consciousness was like a candle flickering in the wind, fragile and uncontrollable. He stared intently at the light, the door to the void, his heart filled with a complex emotion—confusion, fear, anger, desire. Almost all of these emotions intertwined in this moment, forming an indescribable pressure.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. However, as he breathed, he could sense an invisible force creeping around him, gradually eroding his consciousness. This force seemed to constantly remind him that everything he had experienced was a chess game woven by fate, and that every choice, every decision would ultimately be guided by an invisible hand, pushing towards a predetermined outcome.

"What exactly is fate? Is it really as you said, impossible to escape?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, with a hint of despair in his voice.

The light in the void trembled slightly, as if responding. Then, an even stronger force pulled him toward the void gate. His soul shook violently, and an unprecedented experience washed over him—he seemed to become lighter and lighter, further and further away from the constraints of the flesh, gradually becoming a pure existence. That intangible sense of liberation made him almost forget all pain and struggle. His thoughts began to become ethereal, as if transcending all time, space, and cause and effect.

However, this ethereal feeling didn't last long. Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly enveloped by an intense pressure, a force emanating from the depths of the void frantically devouring his being. No matter how he struggled, the force was irresistible. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be continuously sucked into a vast black hole, and he felt his soul being torn apart like never before.

"You cannot escape." The voice sounded again, thick with mockery. "You are merely a part of this endless void. All your struggles, all your resistance, are in vain. All your choices will ultimately lead you to the same end."

A blurry scene began to appear before Feng Jing's eyes: a void interwoven with countless cracks. Each crack seemed to conceal endless possibilities, and every Feng Jing struggled constantly, trying to escape the invisible shackles. But no matter how hard he tried, he was always trapped in an inescapable cycle.

He felt a surge of dizziness, his consciousness ripped apart and disorganized. In an instant, he was no longer Feng Jing, but a collection of countless Feng Jings—a part of that endless rift. Every layer of space, every moment of time, seemed to be inexorably intertwined with him. He could no longer distinguish who he was, where he began and where he ended.

"I... can't give up like this." Feng Jing's voice was practically a low cry, but he knew he was still standing before the void, unable to move. The light seemed to be guiding him toward an unknown abyss, a place not of destruction but of a new beginning. That door seemed to be a passage to another existence, the key to transcending fate, time, and space.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned to clarity, and he felt a long-lost resolve rising within him. No matter how the void devoured him, no matter how fate bound him, he was no longer willing to give up. He refused to believe he could only be a speck of dust in the void. He would break through, reconstruct himself, fight, and resist the endless weavers of fate.

"If fate cannot be changed, then let me become the power to change fate." Feng Jing's determination became extremely firm, as if a burning flame erupted deep in his soul.

At this moment, the void gate finally flashed with a brighter light, and Feng Jing felt an unprecedented power burst out from it, enveloping him and tearing him apart. However, this time, he did not retreat. Instead, he grasped the power tightly, feeling its pulse, feeling its rhythm, as if he had found some key to transcend everything.

"I am no longer a prisoner of fate." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, and gradually, his body began to emit a faint light. The light was like a power bursting from within, illuminating the darkness around him.

This ray of light is the new path that Feng Jing has opened up for himself.

Chapter 870: Rebirth in the Rift