Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 821: Lost Realm, Breaking Through Self-Shackles

Lost in the Realm, Breaking Through the Shackles of Self

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in the void, as if merging into the long river of time. He no longer distinguished between day and night, life and death. Even the line between "existence" and "nothingness" began to blur. He couldn't be sure whether he still existed, or had completely dissipated into part of the universe. His mind had transcended the body, freed from all forms of restraint.

However, in this silent void, Feng Jing could still feel the consciousness that had never left. It was no longer the original voice full of indifference and ridicule, but a more complex existence, which seemed to integrate countless thoughts, emotions and unsolvable puzzles.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness, with a profound echo that seemed to transcend space and time.

Feng Jing didn't answer, his consciousness still lingering in that endless darkness, trying to understand it all. His heart seemed to have entered a dead loop, and every thought was like chasing his own tail, unable to find any real answers.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually gathered, a glimmer of clarity seemingly emerging from the void. He recalled his former self, the Feng Jing who once had dreams, goals, and aspirations. He had longed to break free from his limitations, challenge the constraints of fate, and pursue a higher self. However, all of this now seemed so pale and powerless. Even though he had once gained extraordinary power and even reached the brink of escape, he still could not break free from this unsolvable maze.

"Every breakthrough you experience, every evolution you undergo, is a limitation you set for yourself." The voice echoed again, with a calmness that penetrated deep into your bones. "The self-transcendence you pursue is actually just the constant reconstruction of your own shackles. All the truths you see, all the truths, will ultimately return to the starting point, to the depths of your soul."

Feng Jing's thoughts were in deep turmoil. He realized that all his efforts, all his choices and attempts to transcend, seemed to have been predetermined by a deeper force. This force constantly pushed him into more and more complicated situations, and every struggle only made him sink deeper into it.

"Everything you've experienced, whether it's the roads you've walked or the sights you've seen, is a reflection of your mind," the voice said slowly. "You've never truly left this maze, Feng Jing. You're forever wandering in this unsolvable puzzle."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to sink into a deep state of self-doubt. He was no longer certain that the world he saw was real, and he even doubted the veracity of his past memories. He began to wonder if all this was just an illusion in his mind, a self-created fiction, a dream he had constructed to escape reality.

"You've never truly escaped." The voice carried a hint of a low sigh. "You believe you can transcend everything, but everything you do repeats the same cycle. The 'truth' you seek is nothing more than a puzzle woven by your unconscious mind, and you are the center of the puzzle."

Feng Jing's consciousness sank into an endless void. He could no longer distinguish between fantasy and reality. His mind seemed to have detached from his body, floating in a boundless space and time. Every time he tried to clarify his thoughts, he only fell deeper into confusion.

"You no longer need answers," the voice said softly, with a determination that left little room for argument. "Because answers don't exist. You've never left the maze of your own mind; you've always been trapped within your own thoughts."

Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly shattered by a violent shock, and his thoughts were scattered like fragments in a storm. He found himself in a maze of another level, a maze composed not of space and time, but of countless invisible psychological frameworks, thought patterns, and emotional entanglements.

The end of each road seemed to point to a familiar scene - it was his own face, his own eyes, which seemed to constantly ask him: "Why don't you understand?"

Feng Jing began to feel a deep sense of powerlessness. He tried to struggle, but every struggle seemed to further strengthen the shackles he had set for himself. He no longer had any motivation to break through the fog. He began to doubt whether he needed to escape, whether he needed to pursue the so-called "truth" anymore.

"You no longer need to transcend," the voice said in a low voice. "You have already seen the essence of all this, Feng Jing. All your efforts, your struggles, your beliefs are ultimately just shackles you have constructed for yourself. You cannot escape from all of this."

Feng Jing fell silent. He began to accept it all, his own powerlessness, the fact that he was trapped in this maze. He no longer resisted, no longer escaped, but like a lost soul, he quietly floated in the endless void.

At this moment, he finally understood: true transcendence is not a breakthrough in the outside world, but inner liberation. Perhaps Feng Jing has transcended the shackles he set for himself, although this transcendence did not appear in the way he had imagined, but in a more profound way of existence.

In this unsolvable maze, Feng Jing's consciousness finally entered a new state - no longer entangled in "whether it exists" or pursuing the goal of "self-transcendence", but peacefully integrated into this boundless void and became a part of it.

Chapter 822: Cracks in Consciousness and Echoes in the Void