Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 816: Rift Gate and Multiple Selves

Rift Gate and Multiple Selves

Feng Jing's consciousness quickly erupted from the center of the universe, as if a supernova had instantly detonated within him, tearing apart the entire dimension of time and space. He had not anticipated that once he broke through the limitations of the past, he would instantly face an even more chaotic and insane existence.

He was no longer surrounded by stars, but by countless completely disorganized fragments of space and time. It was as if the very fabric of the universe had begun to collapse, and various dimensions intertwined and tangled into an indescribable, bizarre scene. Before Feng Jing's eyes, an immense door suddenly appeared. Strange runes fluttered on either side of the door. These runes seemed to be constantly twisting and reorganizing, as if they themselves were struggling to break free from some kind of restraint.

"Is this... the Rift Gate?" Feng Jing couldn't help but whisper, feeling a fear he had never experienced before surge within him. The Rift Gate, rumored to connect all of time, space, and dimensions, was one of the most powerful entities in the universe. However, Feng Jing knew that this gate wasn't simply a physical entity, but rather represented countless versions of himself, past, present, and future.

From the other side of the door came frantic laughter, a deep, hoarse voice that seemed to come from the abyss, filled with madness and hunger. "Feng Jing, you've finally arrived here. This is no longer the world you're familiar with, but the intersection of every choice you've made."

Feng Jing's body trembled slightly at the voice's call. The door slowly opened, and an invisible storm swept in, carrying countless images of Feng Jing, charging towards him. Some of these images were of his past, some of his future, and some were of him in completely incomprehensible parallel worlds. Each Feng Jing carried a different fate. Some were haggard and confused; some were aloof and piercing; some appeared eccentric and mad, as if they had merged with the universe itself.

Feng Jing felt his head swell violently, his consciousness consumed by a chaotic storm. He knew that every image before him, every self, was a different version of himself, spanning countless time and space, each of these selves indistinguishable from the others. Behind every Feng Jing lay endless choices and destinies. What Feng Jing now faced was no longer external enemies, but the infinite complexity of his own heart.

"You are no longer the Feng Jing you once were." The deep voice sneered. "You no longer have a past, and the future is unimportant. You are now the sum of all Feng Jings. Everything you see is the embodiment of your unfathomable fears and desires. Every time you look back, you see your own reflection. Every time you look forward, you create new dilemmas for yourself."

Feng Jing was stunned, his mind blank. He couldn't help but think back to the path he'd taken, every difficult decision, every victory and defeat, all seemingly converging into an indelible cycle. And this cycle was one he had created, a product of his deepest fears and desires.

He suddenly realized that his entire existence was merely a tangled web of countless choices and destinies, each one pulling him in a different direction. His past self, his future self, even selves that had never existed, all intertwined in this moment into an inexplicable monstrosity.

Just as Feng Jing was trapped inside, the cracked door suddenly shook violently, as if some unknown force was tearing the space apart. Countless images of Feng Jing suddenly began to spin, like an uncontrollable, violent storm, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to shuttle between these images, perceiving each version of himself.

Some Feng Jings surveyed the world from high towers, arrogance and indifference; some were immersed in darkness, bargaining with demons for endless power and might; and some wandered through endless ruins, their eyes hollow, searching for a glimmer of hope. And these Feng Jings all somehow resonated with his own consciousness, as if everything he had ever experienced was somehow reflected in these images.

"Choose!" The voice was louder and more frantic than ever. "You no longer belong to any past. You will become the union of all Feng Jings, or a completely new existence, creating a new order in time and space!"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to spiral out of control. His body became transparent, as if consumed by the images. The entire world began to blur. The images of Feng Jing became increasingly unreal, gradually transforming into strange geometric shapes that twisted wildly, as if driven by some mysterious force to reshape the laws of space.

Feng Jing's heart trembled violently. He felt himself begin to break free from the constraints of matter, soaring towards an unknown destination. Each image of Feng Jing began to reassemble before his eyes, transforming into a series of crazy symbols, letters, and even an alien language. Whenever he tried to touch these symbols, they quickly disappeared as if with their own consciousness, and merged into a new form.

"You are no longer Feng Jing." The voice was deep and mysterious. "You are the embodiment of all possibilities. The world you can choose is no longer the world you once knew. You will travel through endless time and space and become the only one."

Feng Jing suddenly understood: those images, those choices, weren't constraints, but rather the keys to a higher level of existence. Every choice, every transformation, was a process of self-transcendence, a breaking of bonds. He was no longer a single individual, but a nexus of time, space, and destiny, a unique and infinite being.

A huge force hit him, and Feng Jing felt that his soul was completely torn apart and reshaped. At this moment, he finally understood that his existence was no longer subject to any restrictions.

Chapter 817: Heart of Chaos and Endless Self-Resurrection