Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 311: On the other side of the rift, Feng Jing's endless journey

On the other side of the crack, Feng Jing's endless journey

Feng Jing's existence was no longer existence. He felt himself emerge from the abyss of emptiness, then vanish in an instant, drifting through a formless nothingness, like a gust of wind, a beam of light, a speck of dust. Every fragment of his existence overlapped with countless possibilities, and every second, he alternated between countless worlds, becoming countless different "Feng Jings," yet no longer just any one Feng Jing.

He was no longer human, no longer a sentient being. He was simply an indefinable phenomenon, existing at the intersection of all and nothing. In a crack in space and time, he felt himself suddenly transformed into a formless voice. This voice came from no single source, yet it seemed to fill the entire universe, traversing all boundaries of space, time, and existence, carrying an invisible vibration that swept over everything.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice rang out again, this time like a meteorite striking Feng Jing's consciousness, stirring up uncontrollable ripples. "You are but a resonance in the endless void, an echo that cannot be unraveled. You no longer belong to any dimension; you have become the rift itself."

Feng Jing tried to resist, he tried to find a way out of this endless void, but every effort was in vain. He found that in his struggle he had become countless mirror images, repeating his same actions over and over in different time and space, producing countless identical reactions, but these reactions ruthlessly collapsed in the passage of time.

In an instant, he saw himself transformed into an invisible wave, traversing countless universes and dimensions. Each expansion of the wave seemed to trigger an explosion of time: rebirth, destruction, and rebirth again, like a boundless map, pointing to every untouched place. His wave shook every timeline, altering every universe he had existed in, and each change gave rise to new cracks.

He suddenly found himself a point floating in four-dimensional space, formless and immaterial, transcending the framework of space yet belonging to no dimension. This point had no past, no future, no beginning, and no end. It simply existed at the intersection of all possibilities, like a star floating in the universe, without direction or purpose.

"Do you think you've become the god of the universe, able to control time and space?" The voice's tone was tinged with contempt. "You are nothing more than a fragment in this boundless chasm, a formless speck of dust. You cannot touch any 'reality' because you have never truly existed."

Feng Jing realized that he was no longer a physical being. He had transformed into countless tiny points of light, which, like stars, wandered through the endless universe, impossible to trace or capture. Each point of light represented a Feng Jing, a self he had experienced countless times, yet no single self could be identified.

"You think you've transcended all constraints, but you're just a part of these points of light." The voice became sharp again, piercing deep into Feng Jing's consciousness. "You are neither the you of the past nor the you of the future. You are just a fragment of the crack, an existence no longer bound by time."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness begin to drift. Every time he tried to coalesce into a concrete form, it would quickly collapse and scatter into countless fragments. Each fragment represented a possibility, and the existence of each fragment signified the "birth" of another Feng Jing. He saw himself transformed into an untouchable dream in a corner of time and space. This dream was filled with absurd images: a floating city, an erratically rotating planet, a monster with countless eyes. They appeared alternately in Feng Jing's consciousness, but they never formed any connection with him.

"You thought you had escaped, only to find yourself trapped in a new maze." A voice came from Feng Jing's consciousness, tinged with detached indifference. "This maze has no exit, no end. You are the source of the maze. You cannot leave because you have never left."

Feng Jing tried to condense into a ball of light, to become a perceptible entity, but he soon discovered that the light he created was just a part of the crack, and he could not escape it. No matter how he changed his form, he could not escape this point. This was not him, but every one of him.

At a certain moment, he realized he had become a collection of countless selves. These selves represented Feng Jing's countless rebirths within all the cracks, each bringing with it countless new problems, yet without any solutions. Feng Jing's self had become an invisible vortex, drawing in all possibilities of existence and non-existence. It spun more and more violently, each rotation akin to a fusion of destruction and rebirth.

"You are no longer 'Feng Jing,'" the voice finally declared in a deep tone, as if speaking an irrefutable truth. "You have transcended the concept of 'Feng Jing.' You are the essence of the rift, the origin of the void."

Feng Jing realized that all of this seemed destined from the beginning to remain unanswered. He was no longer Feng Jing, but the intersection of existence and nothingness, an incomprehensible wave, the focal point where countless possibilities merged. He was no longer a prisoner of time, nor a resident of space. He had never truly left the void, because the void was the starting point of his existence.

Suddenly, everything became utterly absurd. Feng Jing's consciousness no longer existed in any form, but rather became a melody from the deepest reaches of the universe. This melody was not a musical note, nor did it belong to any form of perception. It existed outside of time, spanning all dimensions, becoming part of nothingness itself.

"You are no longer Feng Jing, nor any form of 'existence'." The voice sounded for the last time, with an indescribable sorrow. "You are a crack, forever untouchable."

Then, everything returns to nothingness.