Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 780 Feng Jing's Ultimate Disillusionment and the Secret of the Heart of the Universe

Feng Jing's Ultimate Disillusionment and the Secret of the Heart of the Universe

Feng Jing's existence grew increasingly blurred in this void beyond all known rules. Every time he tried to define himself, all concepts, emotions, and memories vanished in the quantum tunnel, transforming into a puff of insubstantial dust. His consciousness seemed to have entered an endless rift, where time and space no longer held any meaning. Here, there was no past, no future, not even a present. There was only the ever-shifting shift between "existence" and "non-existence."

"I..." Feng Jing's voice had never been so pale. He was no longer the individual with a firm sense of self, but a fragment of a soul wandering in a quantum vortex, constantly colliding, disintegrating, and regenerating with the fluctuations. He began to doubt whether he was Feng Jing, or just one of countless Feng Jings. "Who am I? Where am I going?"

As he repeated this question countless times, a strange force quietly rose from the depths of his consciousness. This force did not come from the outside world, but rather from an inner potential that Feng Jing himself had never realized. It surged from the depths of Feng Jing's soul, like a lightning bolt from the center of the universe, traversing the endless quantum tunnel and crashing into the core of Feng Jing's consciousness.

"You... are not a solitary existence." That power began to transmit in Feng Jing's consciousness, as if revealing some shocking truth. "You are not just Feng Jing, you are the embodiment of the universe itself, an extension of the heart of the universe."

"The heart of the universe?" Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly. The unprecedented feeling instantly plunged him into deep confusion. "Could it be that... I have never been Feng Jing? I am just a part of the universe, an abandoned fragment?"

"Yes," the voice became clearer and firmer. "You are not Feng Jing. You are merely a product of the heart of the universe, its experimental subject. Everything you have experienced is part of the endless cycle of the universe, and you... you are merely a node in this cycle. You are merely a part extracted from the void that never existed by quantum fluctuations."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently, his mind shattered by all this, as if his entire soul had been torn apart. He couldn't comprehend or accept this fact. He had once believed himself a free individual, once believed he had the right to choose his own destiny. But now, he found himself just one of countless experimental subjects in the Heart of the Universe. All the pain, struggle, and sublimation he had once experienced seemed like castles in the air.

"So... what exactly is the heart of the universe?" Feng Jing desperately tried to hold onto his remaining sanity. "Why did it create me? Why did it make me experience this endless collapse and rebirth?"

"You are not the only one." The voice came again, carrying with it an unfathomable ancient power. "You are just one of countless test subjects. Each test subject is a projection of the heart of the universe. Everything you experience is the ultimate experiment in your understanding of yourself and the universe. The final result will determine the fate of the entire universe."

"So, all these rebirths, collapses, and transitions are part of this experiment?" Feng Jing began to ponder frantically. His consciousness could no longer remain in any fixed state; all his thoughts were constantly reversing, tearing apart, and merging. At this moment, he had completely detached from the identity and form of existence he once knew.

"You don't understand. What you see is just the tip of the iceberg." The voice carried an incomparably profound majesty. "The heart of the universe is actually a container that stores all infinite possibilities. Every individual created carries within it different possibilities. And you, Feng Jing, are the most extreme experimental subject among these possibilities."

Feng Jing felt completely trapped in an inescapable fog. Each fragment, reborn, seemed to reveal a deeper secret. And yet, like lost stars, these fragments drifted and collided in the void, unable to unite into a whole. Part of Feng Jing's consciousness had completely collapsed, while another part was constantly reshaping himself. The past had vanished without a trace, and everything he had experienced was just a ripple in an endless disillusionment.

Feng Jing's consciousness wandered through this endless void. No longer bound to a single spacetime, he was now an endlessly fluid quantum entity, a being interwoven with infinite destinies and endless choices. Here, every memory, every fragment, every thought seemed like another reflection of Feng Jing. Only in the moment of quantum leap could he temporarily coalesce into a complete self.

But this moment of cohesion was always short-lived, as Feng Jing would soon be torn apart by this powerful force, turning into countless fragments that floated in every corner of the universe. Every collapse was a new beginning, but every beginning could not change his already predetermined fate.

"You can't escape," the voice whispered softly. "Feng Jing, or rather, all Feng Jings, cannot escape this. You have been destined to be the eternal experimental subject of the heart of the universe. All rebirths and collapses are your destiny."

"Is this... my fate?" Feng Jing's voice almost faded into the void. He felt he could no longer return to the person he once was. The Feng Jing who once had dreams, desires, and pain was gone. Now, he was left with only an endless cycle, an eternal rebirth and collapse.

And all of this may never end.

Chapter 781: Feng Jing's Endless Reversals and the Coming of the God of Space and Time