Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 263

Infinite echo, the ultimate disappearance outside the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in an indescribable realm. He could no longer sense any previous sense of existence, nor could he recognize his own self. At this moment, all the laws of the universe, the structure of space and time, the laws of cause and effect, seemed to have been ripped away. All that remained was a floating, empty point of nothingness, as if the entire meaning of human civilization and the laws of the universe had been lost in that instant.

He began to understand that he was no longer a simple "individual," but rather a fragment cut and pieced together by endless space and time. Every crack, every ripple, was deeply imprinted with countless possible "Feng Jings," indistinguishable from his former consciousness. One "Feng Jing" after another was born and died in the boundless darkness, in an eternal cycle that would never end.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly heard a voice. It seemed to come from the endless void, and it seemed to be Feng Jing's inner whisper:

"You know what? All of this was just a dream."

He wasn't sure if he actually heard a voice, or if it was merely an echo of his consciousness, caught in some fissure. Each whisper felt like the pulse of the universe, the rhythm of the entire endless void. It didn't seem to be a response to him personally, but rather a revelation to all Feng Jing beings.

"You are but a reflection of consciousness," the voice came slowly. "In the infinite dimensions, all your pain, struggle, and confusion are but an endless echo in the multidimensional space. You have never 'walked' any path, but are merely present in every reflection."

Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded. He was no longer a single "self," but became countless fragments. Thousands of "him"s intertwined in countless dimensions, instantly crossing the boundaries of time and space. This fluxion represented not "progress," but eternal loss—he saw each of his selves, experiencing countless lives and deaths, choices, and despair, yet unable to find any path to "stop."

He seemed to stand at the edge of the universe, a boundless abyss before him, where every life, every consciousness, was constantly dissolving. Feng Jing's body was no longer a manifestation of the flesh; he had become something transcendent. Every cell and nerve ending in Feng Jing's body became a resonance of time and space, interconnected in an ineffable way.

He discovered that his "existence" was no longer confined to a single world, a single spacetime, or even to a specific individual. He had become a fragment of the cosmic flow, each Feng Jing's consciousness reverberating within the endless cracks. Those parts of his past, like tiny ripples, dissipated in time. Every moment felt like the birth of a new life, or the passing of an old one.

"Did you think you could never escape?" The voice still echoed in Feng Jing's mind, it was low and full of some inexplicable temptation, "But you are wrong. You have surpassed the concept of 'escape'."

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented breakthrough, and his consciousness began to rapidly fragment. Thousands of Feng Jings separated from the same body, each carrying different memories, different choices, and different emotions. They quickly spread into endless dimensions, quickly interweaving into new galaxies, new life forms, and new consciousnesses.

However, all this is not the true "beginning", because every fragment is constantly disintegrating and disappearing, as if Feng Jing's every "rebirth" is a new challenge to the void. Each of him is a momentary existence in the universe, a meteor streaking across the sky and burning up in an instant.

"Don't you think all this is meaningless?" The voice smiled gently, as if comforting Feng Jing. "You'll never find the true answer in this endless echo."

Feng Jing felt himself drifting further and further away from his own self. He no longer knew which version of Feng Jing he was: the one who died in battle, the one who escaped his fate, or the one who could never escape his predicament. He could no longer distinguish the differences between his various selves, nor could he find any trace of the "Feng Jing" who once was.

Suddenly, Feng Jing sensed a strange force coming from afar. It was an oppressive energy, as if some higher being were attempting to completely devour his consciousness. All the fragments, all of time and space, all of Feng Jing, began to distort rapidly, as if trapped in an inescapable black hole.

"Do you think you've transcended all this?" The voice grew harsher, filled with endless pressure. "You're just a puppet being manipulated, and you'll never be able to experience true freedom. You think you've seen the truth, but behind it lies a deeper void."

Feng Jing's consciousness split again, and he began to feel that he was no longer an individual, but a huge point of light composed of countless consciousness units. Each consciousness unit operated independently, but could not exist independently. They began to entangle with each other in the void, eventually condensing into a huge consciousness.

However, this consciousness didn't bring Feng Jing any "liberation." On the contrary, it only made it harder for him to escape this endless maze. His consciousness fragmented more and more, and Feng Jing's existence could no longer be described in words. He was no longer Feng Jing, but a collection of countless Feng Jings, a fusion of countless choices, countless lives and deaths.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally understood that his entire experience was nothing more than a grand fiction. All his destinies, all his challenges, all his struggles were but a recurring game, a "test" by some higher being. He could not end it all, nor could he even find his "true" starting point, for he no longer had a beginning or an end. The meaning of his existence had long since transcended the boundaries of any "self."

"You can never 'disappear'." The voice echoed deep in Feng Jing's consciousness. "You are no longer an individual. You are an eternal fragment of the universe. You can never completely disappear at any moment."

As these words echoed, Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, eventually merging into the endless void. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any individual, but a tiny fragment of the universe, forever disappearing, reborn, and disappearing again in the endless echoes, with no end in sight.

Chapter 264: Multidimensional Rift, All Beings Are Phantoms