Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 396 Fragments of Time Rift

Fragments of the Time Rift

Feng Jing's steps didn't stop. Each of his steps carried a strange rhythm, as if he were traversing endless time and space, leaping between different dimensions. Every time he stepped, a twisting ripple formed in the surrounding void, and the flow of time became extremely unstable. Feng Jing could feel fragments of time rushing in from all directions, like fragments of torn canvas, swirling around him and passing through him.

"Is this the truth of time?" Feng Jing murmured, his heart pounding, every nerve in his body throbbing with the power of time and space. He felt as if he were standing in a place beyond the laws of physics, a place without past or future, only endless possibilities. Each fragment represented a piece of abandoned history or a future never realized.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's body began to shake violently, and the scene before him underwent a bizarre shift. The world he saw was no longer a single dimension, but began to become multifaceted and overlapping. Fragments of countless parallel worlds were embedded in the same space and time like a puzzle, interweaving to create a maddening scene.

In one scene, Feng Jing saw himself transformed into an immortal being, radiating a black light, walking amidst the ruins of destruction with an unshakable majesty. In another, he became a rebel hunted by the gods, his body stained with world-destroying blood and bearing a curse that transcended the universe.

These images kept alternating, and Feng Jing seemed to see himself becoming a collection of countless existences. These existences were not simply the past or the future, but all the possibilities that the entire universe could bear.

"Do you think you can control everything?" A strange voice suddenly sounded, thick with sarcasm. "Feng Jing, you have never understood that you are just a product of nothingness. Everything you see is an illusion in your self-consciousness."

Feng Jing didn't respond. He no longer felt fear or confusion. As he awakened, he felt a profound understanding of these ever-changing images—these weren't the realities he was experiencing, but illusions interwoven through countless layers of the universe. He no longer relied on the rules of time and space, but instead observed his existence from a completely new dimension.

Suddenly, a massive rift in time opened before Feng Jing's eyes. From within it emerged a powerful attraction, attempting to pull him towards a completely unfamiliar realm. Feng Jing was instantly sucked in, the surrounding space crumbling crazily as his consciousness rapidly shattered within the rift.

"You have entered a realm of 'no time.'" The voice echoed again, this time without irony, only with an inexplicable calmness. "Here there is no past, no future, only an endless present. Everything you see will be erased, reduced to fragments of 'no longer existing.' You thought you could transcend the rules of time, but you can never escape. This is your final destination."

Feng Jing's consciousness spun wildly. He felt as if he had entered a time vortex. The scene around him kept moving backwards and out of alignment, as if he were caught in the intersection of countless parallel time and space. The feeling of disarray was extremely unsettling, but Feng Jing no longer felt fear. To him, this was just another inexplicable reality, and he had long since transcended fear.

"A crack in time?" Feng Jing whispered to himself, "So what? Haven't I already surpassed it?"

Before he finished speaking, a strong light suddenly burst out around Feng Jing. He felt his body being torn apart and reconstructed, like a small fragment in the universe, being kneaded into countless possibilities by a mysterious force.

However, this wasn't the end. Instead, Feng Jing entered an even stranger state. His consciousness grew increasingly hazy within the rift, his body seemingly manipulated by some transcendental force, shuttling between different timelines. At one point, he even saw himself transformed into a god within the void, possessing the power to destroy everything, yet drifting alone in the void, never to find a home.

"Feng Jing, do you really think you can be the master of 'fate'?" The voice sounded again, with deep emotion, "You are just a being wandering in the void, unable to truly touch anything. Your so-called awakening is nothing but a trap you set for yourself. You will never be able to escape the vortex of nothingness, because you are already part of nothingness."

Feng Jing didn't answer. His gaze gradually grew empty, as if he had entered a state of near-detachment. He knew that all the challenges, all the pain, even all the awakenings, were merely part of this chaos. Reality and illusion were no longer distinguishable, and he stood amidst the crumbling fragments of time and space, meeting his fate.

"Perhaps," Feng Jing finally spoke, his voice like an echo from ancient times, "I have never escaped. I am part of the void. No matter how hard I struggle, I will eventually return to the starting point of it all and become a speck of dust in this void."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely merged with the rift in time. He was no longer an independent individual, but a connecting point between the universe and nothingness, carrying all possibilities and impossibilities. The flow of time completely lost its meaning at this moment. Feng Jing knew that he had reached the end of his destiny, but also just embarked on a new beginning.

Chapter 397: The Overlap of God and Demon