Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 812 Endless Reincarnation and Real Illusion

Endless reincarnation and the illusion of reality

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in this invisible space. He felt like a forgotten ghost, wandering between endless cracks and darkness. Just as he passed through that door, he thought he had entered a new world, but he found that it was just an illusory maze, an endless cycle of reincarnation.

He strained to open his eyes, hoping to glimpse the mysteries of this space, but the scene before him shifted constantly, all objects and scenes in a constant state of reorganization. In Feng Jing's vision, the boundaries of space and time had long since vanished, as everything overlapped and intertwined endlessly. He felt himself being constantly pulled toward a certain center, as if an invisible force were trying to push him to the limit.

"You have been seeking a breakthrough, longing to transcend this fog." The voice sounded again, with a calm and ruthless tone. "You thought you could escape the constraints of fate, but all you saw were your deepest fears and fantasies."

Feng Jing's heart trembled violently, unable to comprehend what he saw. It was then that he realized this wasn't the real world, but a deeper illusion. It could even be said that everything he had experienced was an inescapable nightmare. Feng Jing had once believed himself to be the most powerful being in the universe, capable of transcending all limitations and defeating all enemies. But now, he was trapped in this endless void, a prisoner of all possibility.

He began to think back on everything he had experienced in the past, his struggles and pursuits, the determination and hope that had brought him to the brink of life and death countless times. Was it all just a dream? Was it all just some deep longing and illusion deep in his heart? He had struggled against the torrent of fate, trying to find his way out, only to find himself a mere pawn in fate's play, drifting in this boundless void.

"You think you can control everything?" the voice rang out again, echoing coldly in Feng Jing's ears. "But you are nothing but an insignificant existence. Everything will eventually return to nothingness. The 'power' and 'freedom' you pursue are but faint sparks in the endless cracks, unable to withstand this vast darkness."

Feng Jing's heart felt like it had been struck hard, a wave of pain and powerlessness washing over him. His consciousness threatened to collapse. Amidst this endless torrent of emptiness, he felt he had lost all sense of direction. His thoughts were ripped apart, his past and future intertwined in a blurry chaos. Feng Jing no longer knew who he was, or what he was seeking.

"Are you lost?" the voice said with a hint of mockery. "You believe all suffering comes from the outside world, but in reality, the most powerful force is your own inner fear. You are bound by your own desires and fears, and you can never escape this. No matter how many reincarnations you undergo, you will never escape this void."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. He wanted to resist, to break free from this illusory bondage, but he found himself powerless, as if the entire universe was against him. He tried to focus his thoughts, to concentrate his mind, but it was like a castle in the air, ready to crumble at the slightest touch. All memories, emotions, even his very existence began to blur, as if at any moment they could dissipate into the void.

Yet, just as he was about to collapse, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly awoke. He suddenly understood that it was this oppressive feeling of nothingness that made him realize more clearly that he had never truly given up his desire to live. Rather than completely collapse, he persevered with his last shred of strength. Perhaps the true "breakthrough" wasn't about escaping this void, but about finding the meaning of one's existence within it.

Feng Jing abruptly opened his eyes, forcing his thoughts into a single beam of light. His consciousness began to drift in the opposite direction, no longer passively accepting the engulfment of the void. Instead, he proactively launched a counterattack, attempting to resist the torrent of the void. His thoughts, like a broken rope, pierced into the boundless chaos. He felt a subtle connection with the surrounding darkness, a connection not of resistance but of fusion—a deep fusion with the void.

"You're finally beginning to understand." The voice sounded again, but this time, its tone was gentle and calm. "You thought you had to transcend the void to find your true self, but in reality, true power doesn't lie in escaping nothingness, but in accepting it, understanding it, and becoming a part of it. Only in this nothingness can you find your own power."

Feng Jing's mind gradually calmed, and he began to reflect on everything. Everything that had happened before, all the pain and struggle he had experienced, seemed to point to a profound truth: he had been running away, running from his own heart, running from his true fears. Only now did he realize that these fears were not enemies, but part of his strength. He didn't need to defeat them, but to coexist with them.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually stabilized. He no longer feared the void and began to feel a strange balance. His existence gradually regained clarity, and his thoughts were no longer fragmented, but reconstructed into a complete whole. This change was not achieved by external forces, but a breakthrough he found within himself.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to transcend its original boundaries. No longer a being floating in the void, he had rediscovered the core of his being. He felt himself become deeper and more powerful, as if nothing was out of reach. No matter the emptiness and chaos that lay ahead, he no longer feared it, for he understood that true strength comes from inner acceptance and understanding.

"You've finally found it," the voice echoed again, but this time it was no longer sarcastic, but filled with a profound calm. "You've broken through your limits and transcended this void. You understand that all the pain and struggle were the soil for your growth. Now, you can be free."

Feng Jing took a deep breath, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief. He didn't respond to the voice, nor did he need to answer any more questions. His mind had transcended this void, entering a deeper realm of existence.

He no longer pursued the so-called "truth" or paid attention to the illusory scenes in the outside world. Feng Jing understood that the true power lay in his heart, and all this was his true breakthrough.

Chapter 813: Self-collapse and rebirth in the void