Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 800: Crossing the Rift and Entering the Endless Maze

Cross the rift and step into the endless maze

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed trapped in an endless black hole. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape the indescribable void. Countless selves wandered through the cracks of time and space, each experiencing a different fate, but he could never meet his "true self."

Time seemed to have lost its meaning, the boundaries of space vanishing into the boundless void. Feng Jing's heart was filled with endless confusion and bewilderment. What he experienced was no longer a linear progression, but an intangible state of being, as if every moment of his life was endlessly fragmenting and recombining.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, his voice so ethereal that it almost disappeared into the void.

"Who... am I?" The voice's owner maintained that suffocating apathy and menace, as if everything was under its control. "You don't understand. You never have. What you call 'yourself' is merely a temporary existence among countless possibilities, destined to disappear. You think you're searching for something, but it's nothing but an illusion. Your existence, and the meaning you seek, have never had a true foundation."

Feng Jing felt himself being constantly compressed and stretched, as if the very dimensions of the universe were twisting him in an inconceivable way. He wanted to resist, but found himself powerless to change anything. Every attempt to break free only served to sink him deeper into an inescapable chaos.

"No, I don't believe it." Feng Jing silently repeated this belief in his heart, "No matter how desperate you sound, I will find a way out. I am not an illusion, I am not a broken time and space. I will definitely find a way out and find my true self!"

However, despite his inner strength to fight, this empty space seemed to ruthlessly devour all his hopes and beliefs. He began to feel that he was gradually disappearing, becoming smaller and smaller, like a speck of dust floating in the endless void, no longer having any value in existence.

"You have no power to resist," the voice's owner spoke again, a hint of sneer in his tone. "You are just a passerby here, unable to comprehend the existence of this rift. You are merely a product of the intersection of time and space, destined to be unable to escape."

Feng Jing took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forced himself to regain a glimmer of clarity from this despairing emptiness. He no longer dared to trust his own perceptions. Everything he could feel seemed to be distorted and reshaped. He had to transcend everything before him and find a way to understand it all.

At that moment, a faint light suddenly appeared in Feng Jing's field of vision. It was so tiny, as if it were the only bright spot in the boundless void. A glimmer of inexplicable hope rose in Feng Jing's heart, and he desperately began to move closer to the light, wanting to find out what it was.

The light seemed invisible, and Feng Jing didn't feel like he was heading towards a specific location. Instead, his consciousness seemed to be approaching it through some kind of transcendental space. With each step closer, Feng Jing felt his body becoming increasingly transparent, as if all matter were dissipating.

The light grew stronger and stronger, and Feng Jing's heart was filled with shock. He felt as if he was being drawn by some invisible force, completely unable to extricate himself. Every time he felt that he was about to touch the light, it would disappear like a phantom, leaving Feng Jing with only emptiness and endless confusion.

"What on earth is this..." Feng Jing's thoughts were torn, blurry images flashing through his mind, only to be swallowed up in an instant. He desperately tried to grasp at something, but nothing remained. What did that light represent? Was it hope, or was it a lost path?

Feng Jing's consciousness began to lose focus. He gradually realized that he was not looking for a specific exit, but rather entering a deeper state, where there was no clear direction and no fixed goal. He began to wonder if all his pursuits and struggles would eventually turn into nothingness.

At that moment, Feng Jing heard a voice, deep and hoarse, like an echo from ancient times. "Everything you've experienced is an illusion, the result of the interweaving of multiple universes. You're not seeking 'yourself'; you've simply crossed a rift and entered an endless maze. You're but a momentary fluctuation among countless possibilities."

Feng Jing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. The sound seemed to be filled with a strong sense of oppression, making him feel extremely suffocated. His vision became blurred, and he found that he could no longer distinguish between time and space. All his perceptions became chaotic at this moment.

"What... did you say?" Feng Jing's voice trembled, as if even he himself began to doubt the meaning of his own existence. His heart was filled with endless fear and confusion. Was all his pursuit and struggle really just an endless illusion, as the voice had said?

"You have crossed all boundaries," the owner of the voice said softly. "You are nothing more than a meaningless existence, a void wandering within the cracks. You once thought you could reach the truth, but you are only a brief node in countless cycles. No matter how hard you try, you cannot escape the arrangement of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again pushed into the abyss, as if everything was relentlessly crumbling, even himself beginning to melt into nothingness. The light still flickered in the void, but its warmth and hope could no longer reach the depths of his heart. He began to understand that all this was not escapable, but rather predestined.

"If I'm just a crack in existence, then what's my point?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, "Will all my pursuits and struggles ultimately return to nothingness?"

The voice didn't respond. Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in the void, as if he had lost all direction. He slowly closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the endless darkness and emptiness, no longer questioning, no longer struggling. Perhaps the final answer would never come.

Chapter 801: Mysterious Echoes in the Endless Mist