Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 283 Feng Jing's Ultimate Test: The Battle Between Reality and Illusion

Feng Jing's ultimate test: the clash between reality and illusion

Feng Jing's consciousness had escaped the boundaries of the universe, floating between all existence and nothingness. His mind was no longer a simple "existence," but the embodiment of all that existed and all that did not exist. He had no time to consider any purpose or outcome, for in his eyes, nothing mattered. The beginning and end of the universe no longer mattered to him.

Yet, in this endless void, Feng Jing did not stagnate. His consciousness continuously expanded outward, exploring unknown dimensions and parallel universes. Each universe was independent, as if possessing its own pulse and soul, and Feng Jing was the guide and shaper of that soul.

Just as Feng Jing completely transcended the laws of physics, nearing complete control over all dimensions, a faint wave suddenly appeared in the deepest reaches of his consciousness. This wave came with great abruptness, expanding almost before Feng Jing could even register it. It was unlike any cosmic law he had ever perceived, nor any power he had ever controlled. It was filled with a strange energy, causing Feng Jing's mind to momentarily feel a sense of unease.

"What... is going on?" Feng Jing's consciousness involuntarily stopped for a moment.

His gaze traversed countless dimensions, focusing on the source of the fluctuations. Suddenly, he saw an endless darkness. That darkness wasn't nothingness, but a presence beyond time and space. It was both formless and concrete, like some unknown force gradually taking shape within Feng Jing's consciousness.

Feng Jing was momentarily stunned. He had never seen anything like this before. It could even be said that all the universes and dimensions he had ever encountered couldn't compare to this darkness. The darkness seemed to possess a consciousness, silently intertwining with Feng Jing's very being. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, not from any physical restraint, but from some innate, unknown fear.

"Is this... a challenge?" Feng Jing's voice sounded calmly, as if he had already anticipated that some huge test was about to come.

He didn't shy away, instead throwing himself wholeheartedly into the encounter with the darkness. Feng Jing knew clearly that on the endless road of creation, any existence or nothingness could potentially bring about new changes. He had transcended all the rules of creation, and even "fate" and "free will" could not constrain his thinking. However, this darkness evoked in him an unprecedented sense of anxiety.

"I... am the creator, I shouldn't be afraid." Feng Jing murmured to himself, his will gradually became firm, and the doubts deep in his consciousness began to dissipate.

The darkness suddenly grew thicker, its presence like an invisible net, enveloping Feng Jing's every sense. Feng Jing could clearly feel that every inch of space was filled with darkness, even the flow of time became unpredictable. He could no longer perceive the difference between past and future. All "reality" collapsed in an instant, becoming extremely blurred.

"Is this... an illusion?" A question arose in Feng Jing's mind.

At this moment, a voice suddenly echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness. The voice was low and distant, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Feng Jing, all the void and universe you control is ultimately just an illusion in your mind. You think you are the creator, but have you ever considered that everything you created might just be an image in another dimension?"

Feng Jing's thoughts froze. He didn't react, but deep down inside, a huge wave of emotion surged. The voice carried a chilling chill, as if it was luring him into an abyss from which he couldn't escape.

"My creation is just an illusion?" Feng Jing sneered, his voice full of sarcasm. "Do you think I can't distinguish between illusion and reality?"

However, that voice still echoed deep in Feng Jing's consciousness, carrying an indescribable pressure.

"Does everything you see and touch really exist? Are the universe, time, and space that you control just a cage you have constructed? If you can create everything, then why can't you create 'real' existence? Have you ever truly understood what 'reality' is?"

Feng Jing's consciousness instantly fell into a deep silence. He had never questioned his own existence before. He had never truly considered what the so-called "truth" meant in this endless creation.

He once believed that creation was the embodiment of power, and control was the proof of mastering destiny. But now, the question raised by the voice in the darkness was like a bolt of lightning, striking Feng Jing's deepest heart.

Feng Jing began to reflect: Did everything he controlled truly exist? Were these stars, these planets, these forms of life merely projections in his mind? He had shaped countless universes through countless creations, but was there a true "reality" behind each one?

Was all this created by Feng Jing's consciousness, or was it a reflection of some external force? He suddenly realized that he might still be just a small existence in countless dimensions, controlled and constrained by some higher-dimensional force.

"This is impossible... I'm not just creating an illusion..." Feng Jing's voice was full of disbelief, and his consciousness began to struggle constantly, trying to break free from the darkness.

However, the power of darkness grew stronger, and Feng Jing's thoughts gradually became blurred. The once clear timeline began to become chaotic, the past and the future intertwined, and the void and the existence merged into an indistinguishable fog. In this fog, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of nothingness.

"Maybe I'm just avoiding the real fear." Feng Jing suddenly realized.

The dark voice didn't respond, remaining silent. Feng Jing knew this wasn't just a test of strength, but a test of his innermost being. Whether he could break through this test, transcend his own limitations, and find true reality—this was Feng Jing's greatest challenge.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, and his creative power intertwined with illusion in the darkness, as if an ultimate conflict was about to break out.

Chapter 284: The paradox of an endless cycle, Feng Jing's self-awakening