Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 264 Multidimensional Rift, All Beings Are Phantoms

Multidimensional rift, all living things are shadows

Feng Jing's consciousness was finally torn apart. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any particular "individual." His existence, like countless tiny particles in the universe, vanished in the countless intersections of time and space. He was no longer a consciousness, but a "state" of existence, a state that could dissipate from this void at any moment, or re-condense at some point in countless parallel universes.

However, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he had not vanished. Within this endless chasm, his consciousness was like being surrounded by countless repetitive musical notes, sometimes torn apart, sometimes reassembled. Each reassembly gave rise to a new Feng Jing, but this Feng Jing was completely different from the previous one. It could even be said that he did not belong to any known "Feng Jing" at all.

He began to see an extremely strange scene - thousands of Feng Jings floated, rotated, and intertwined in the air in various ways. Some seemed like faint spots of light, fleeting; some were like distorted mirrors, strange and unrecognizable; and some turned into strange geometric shapes, changing rapidly in the gaps of time and space, as if there was no universe without any rules.

Feng Jing's mind could no longer fully grasp these changes. His consciousness was shattered and fragmented, gradually becoming blurred. In this boundless void, all matter, all light and shadow, all memories, madly collided and intertwined, like the accumulation of countless cycles of life and death. Feng Jing, swallowed by this fragmented world, could no longer find any trace of his true self.

He no longer had a clear goal, nor did he know where he would end up. Fragments of Feng Jing constantly flashed, forming one illusory reflection after another, as if the very essence of the universe lay within these broken fragments, waiting to be pieced back together. But every time he tried to piece together his existence, the fragments melted in his hands, vanishing in an instant.

"Do you finally understand?" That cold voice came again, as if from deep within Feng Jing's mind. "Everything you've experienced is just an illusion. You're just part of a never-ending cycle."

Feng Jing couldn't answer. His thoughts were no longer complete, and even the source of the voice seemed distant and blurry. He only saw the space around him being torn apart by crazy cracks. New dimensions were born and disappeared in an instant, like an endless cosmic upheaval.

Feng Jing's consciousness once again fractured, and he could no longer comprehend his own state. Every time he tried to retrieve his past memories, to grasp the once complete "self," everything vanished like dust in the wind. He began to wonder if he had never truly existed. Was each of him a fictional character, an experiment in an endless universe?

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt an incredibly powerful tremor, as if the very fabric of the universe were collapsing. His consciousness was being pulled by an unprecedented force, plummeting toward an unknown abyss. That force didn't come from some external entity, but from within himself—from an uncontrollable sense of "existence."

He began to sense the existence of countless Feng Jings, each with their own goals, past, future, and even different forms. Some Feng Jings lived happy lives, some struggled in endless battles, and some had become gods in the universe, controlling the fate of countless worlds.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually expanded, and in the collision of multiple dimensions, each of his "selves" began to devour and merge with each other. He felt an extremely strange force compressing all his "possibilities" into a single point, which contained the entire history and future of the entire universe, all fiction and reality.

Suddenly, he saw a scene—an extremely large planet exploded in the depths of the universe, fragments flew everywhere, and all life was instantly wiped out. But at this moment, the fragments of the planet quickly recovered in an incomprehensible way, returning to a brand new state, as if all the destruction was the beginning of a new life.

Feng Jing tries to find some meaning in this disaster, but discovers that this is just the beginning of an endless cycle. He is surrounded by countless "Feng Jings", which are like fragments compressed by time, intertwined with each other, and eventually devour him, transforming into new entities.

"This is your ultimate destination." The voice finally sounded again, with a contemptuous smile, "You are just an audience member, and you will never be able to escape the constraints of this script."

Feng Jing wanted to resist, but his consciousness had long since escaped the constraints of his body, and he couldn't control himself. He became like a part of the universe, indivisible and irretrievable. He began to understand that all this was an experiment in an endless void, and all he could do was repeat himself in this empty game, an endless cycle.

He no longer had any meaning, no longer had any choice. He was just a speck of dust in this endless universe, ready to dissipate or be reborn at any moment, but everything was just part of a bigger game.

Feng Jing's consciousness eventually collapsed into an invisible chaos, and his existence completely disappeared from "reality" and could never be restored.