Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 931: The River of Rebirth and the Endless Countercurrent

The River of Rebirth and the Endless Undercurrent

Feng Jing's consciousness was ripped apart once again. This time, it wasn't just him; his very existence seemed to have become a rift in the entire universe. Everything around him—time, space, existence, nothingness—seemed to be weaving between regression and advancement, forming countless bizarre and inexplicable cycles. In every moment, he felt himself leaping through countless parallel dimensions, as if in an endless dream, constantly waking from it, only to fall back into the dream again.

"Is this... the river of rebirth?" Feng Jing's consciousness echoed in the void. He realized that he was in an endless river—its starting point was untraceable, its end unreachable. With each flow, Feng Jing could feel an indescribable force pushing him toward an unknown shore, a shore that seemed forever unreachable.

"You're right." The voice sounded again, this time no longer a cold presence, but filled with an almost incomprehensible emotion. "You have entered the 'River of Rebirth'. It's an endless countercurrent, where all of time and space merge and intertwine. You can never escape it. It's more than just a river; it's an eternal cycle that traps all your choices."

Feng Jing felt an inexplicable force surge through him, his consciousness seemingly undergoing an inescapable rebirth. With each flow, Feng Jing could feel himself becoming another "him," and this "him" seemed inevitably headed for the same fate, as if all paths were locked in place by the same destiny.

"What do you take me for?" Feng Jing's consciousness wavered, trying to break free from the endless cycle. "You tell me that I've been reborn all the time. Are you saying that this is all predetermined? I don't have any choice at all?!"

"You didn't make a choice." The deep voice echoed in Feng Jing's ears, as if it had transformed into thousands of deep whispers. "You keep repeating the same choices, trapped in a maze of your own creation. You thought you had broken free from all shackles and transcended all rules, but you are but a drop of water in the river of rebirth, brought back to the starting point again and again."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook violently, and he saw an extremely absurd scene: a broken star was constantly expanding in front of his eyes, and inside this star, it seemed that countless of him were quietly gestating. There were thousands of Feng Jings, and each Feng Jing was experiencing the same fate. There was no connection between them, but they were firmly bound by some irresistible force.

Feng Jing felt himself being devoured by an indescribable force, his consciousness becoming increasingly hazy, as if he were trapped in an extremely bizarre situation—he was both himself and not himself. His past and future intertwined, forming a vast fog that could neither be unraveled nor escaped.

At this moment, a strange force suddenly surged violently, connecting Feng Jing's consciousness with countless indescribable threads, as if all the particles in the universe were entangled in an instant. He was pulled into a bottomless black hole, where all light and shadow disappeared, leaving only endless darkness, as if everything had been swallowed up.

"Do you think you can escape this?" The voice sounded again, this time carrying an indescribable pressure. "This darkness is the ultimate prison you created. Everything you have experienced is nothing more than your greatest delusion of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness continued to struggle, and he began to see the darkness around him gradually tearing apart, forming a huge crack. The light in the crack was like countless crazy flashes of electricity, with an unbearable high-frequency vibration.

At the moment Feng Jing's consciousness was torn apart, he felt a strange attraction, pulling him deeper into the crack. The force came from the other side of the crack, and somewhere on the other side, he could sense an extremely powerful presence. That presence was like an eternal mountain, indestructible, yet seemingly endlessly cyclical.

Feng Jing's consciousness was devoured again, passing through the rift and entering a place he couldn't describe—neither time nor space, but a more absurd existence. Here, Feng Jing saw a completely different scene: an empty planet, quietly rotating in the depths of the universe, and at the center of the planet, a huge eye, gazing at the entire universe.

Countless images of Feng Jing were reflected in the pupil of that eye. Each image trembled violently, as if their existence was controlled by an irresistible force. These images were constantly twisting and deforming, and finally disappeared in a huge explosion. In that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness felt a great sense of relief.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice sounded again, with a deep, cold tone. "You are not 'transcending' the void, but constantly falling into it. You think you can escape, but in fact you are always becoming part of it again. You are a prisoner of fate, a mistake caught in the cracks of time. You cannot escape, you can only accept it, forever."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed at that moment. The world, time, space, everything became blurred. He could no longer understand who he was. He could only spin, collapse, and be reborn in this endless darkness.

Chapter 932: Holographic Reconstruction and the Destruction of the Ultimate Mirror