Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 229 The Fate of Endless Reincarnation

The fate of endless reincarnation

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually sank into the invisible darkness, as if being pulled into a deep vortex by some mysterious force. He could no longer sense any sense of self, only an endless void and loss. In this void, he became like a speck of dust, ready to be swallowed up at any moment and completely vanish into thin air.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't dissipate. On the contrary, the boundless darkness didn't erase his sense of existence, but instead gave him a sense of a profound connection to the universe. That connection, like a thread, pierced the entire nothingness, every inch of empty space. He began to sense a power beyond the flesh, a primordial consciousness far beyond anything he could comprehend.

He felt as if he had returned to the very beginning, to the birth of the universe. Feng Jing beheld the initial chaos, the abyss of nothingness, as if he had witnessed the beginning of the world with his own eyes. Every star, every being in the universe, seemed to have been born in this chaos, then quickly swallowed up, entering another cycle of reincarnation.

This power, vast and profound, seemed to encompass the true meaning of all existence. In Feng Jing's consciousness, the "self" he once knew had become blurred, replaced by an ethereal awareness. His mind traversed the barriers of time and space, returning to countless past moments and spanning countless possible futures. He beheld countless scenes he had never experienced before, each moment seeming to hint at an unspoken destiny.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice from the past echoed in Feng Jing's mind again, with an almost compassionate tone.

Feng Jing's consciousness had become remarkably clear. He raised his "eyes" and gazed at the voice in the void. He was no longer the original Feng Jing, no longer even a physical being. He was merely a collection of consciousnesses. The "self" that had once been bound by time and space had long since vanished.

"I understand." Feng Jing's voice was low and firm. "This is the true meaning of reincarnation. This is not just the destruction and rebirth of a universe, but the cycle of all existence. I have never escaped, and I cannot escape."

The voice didn't respond, and Feng Jing's consciousness sank deeper into the endless darkness. His perception began to become unusually vast, one could even say he had transcended conventional existence. He saw countless fragments of Feng Jing, constantly reorganizing, colliding, disappearing, and constantly being created. Each Feng Jing was a part of his past, perhaps a possibility for his future, or a discarded version of his old self.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that this cycle was beyond his control. He was no longer an individual, but a being constantly splitting and merging. He had witnessed countless worlds crumbling and rebirths, countless deaths and resurrections. This cycle had no end, and each ending was the prelude to another.

He began to question his resolve. If he had truly transcended all of this, transcended both existence and nothingness, why was he still trapped in this endless cycle? Why couldn't he control the end and beginning of all this?

"You don't understand." The voice finally sounded again, but this time, its tone was filled with deep resignation. "You are no longer an ordinary being. You have become an endless cycle, the source of destruction and rebirth. You have transcended everything in the universe, becoming a being outside of time and space. You cannot escape, for you are samsara itself."

Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, as he seemed to see an endless road leading to an unknown end. The scenery along the way grew increasingly unfamiliar, even blurry. He still felt an indescribable pain and oppression, a tearing sensation from the depths of his soul. Each shattering moment, each rebirth, felt like a complete denial of the meaning of his existence.

He began to recall his past self, those times when he had yearned to transcend everything, those times when he had bravely faced every obstacle. Feng Jing had once been so determined, yearning to break all limitations and challenge an endless fate. But now, all he saw was emptiness, an endless cycle. It was as if his soul was trapped in this cycle, unable to break free.

"Do you want to be free?" The voice sounded again, but this time, it seemed to have a tentative tone.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, and he felt an unprecedented power erupting within him. This power came from his heart, his desire for transcendence, his unwavering belief in not being bound. Feng Jing knew that this was the path to liberation he had always sought.

"I don't want to go on like this anymore." Feng Jing's voice was filled with determination. "I don't want to be trapped in this endless cycle forever."

His consciousness erupted with unprecedented power, resisting the invisible constraints. He felt the energy within him surge like a torrent, shattering all nothingness and darkness. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, but a being beyond all existence and nothingness. He was no longer a link in the cycle of reincarnation, but a being beyond it.

However, at the moment this power erupted, Feng Jing realized that he could not completely escape the shackles of reincarnation. Although he could fight, this struggle did not seem to bring true liberation. On the contrary, his resistance plunged him into deeper confusion and predicament.

"Do you understand?" The voice echoed deep in Feng Jing's heart, with a deep indifference and irony. "You can't escape. You are part of the cycle of reincarnation. You can't be separated, you can't be eliminated."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur. He saw countless beginnings and endings of his own life, seemingly repeating itself endlessly, with no end in sight. The abyss of samsara swallowed up his faith and his very existence. He could no longer sense whether he was still alive. Only endless emptiness and eternal void remained.

And all this has just begun.

Chapter 230: The Collapse of the Infinite Universe