Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 391: The Prison of Time and the Reversal of Mirror Image

The prison of time and the reversal of mirror images

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken by an unprecedented force, as if a giant hand were pressing down upon the bottom of the abyss. He felt the void around him constantly wriggling, cracks and mirror images twisting and intertwining into an endless loop. He couldn't describe his state—it was as if the entire universe's timeline had been stretched into an invisible string, and he was the note being played.

"Do you think you've awakened?" The teasing voice sounded again, with indifference and ridicule. "You are nothing but a prisoner of time. You can never escape this game."

Feng Jing's heart trembled violently. His body seemed to be infinitely compressed, and his senses gradually lost their definition. The world around him began to undergo a terrifying transformation—the earth began to sink, and the sky split open with huge cracks. Countless different-dimensional scenes poured out from these cracks. Various mirror images floated in the sky, and in each mirror, Feng Jing was struggling frantically in a different way, as if fleeing the same fate.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly contracted. He felt himself being pulled into some irresistible current, as if attracted by an invisible gravity, gradually sinking into endless darkness. In this darkness, he heard bursts of sharp laughter, which was deep and gloomy, as if coming from an endless abyss.

"You are already a part of me, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, this time even deeper and carrying an unspoken threat. "Your awakening is nothing but a deception I carefully planned. You want to break away from me? You can't even control your own destiny, how can you possibly escape the web I've woven?"

Feng Jing's heart trembled. His body was torn apart by the irregular forces of time and space, and all his perceptions began to blur, as if he was no longer a concrete existence, but just a floating fragment in time and space.

"You are not Feng Jing, you are a tool of fate." The voice sneered again, as if Feng Jing's struggle was nothing more than a foolish farce. "Everything you have experienced is a carefully designed scheme of mine. All your rebirths and choices are opportunities I give you, and these opportunities will ultimately lead to the same ending."

Feng Jing took a deep breath, and he felt his heartbeat begin to accelerate dramatically. In that moment, he seemed to understand something—this voice, this world, none of it was caused by external forces, but rather symbols of something deep within himself. All fate, all the cracks and reflections, were projections of fears and desires he could not face.

Suddenly, everything in front of Feng Jing began to change dramatically - he saw himself turned into a giant toad, carrying countless fragments of Feng Jing on his back; he turned into a black hole floating in the universe, swallowing up all existence, but he himself could not escape the endless gravity; then, he turned into a star, he was so small, but burning everywhere in the deep space of the universe, and finally extinguished into dust.

"Is all this me?" Feng Jing's eyes glazed over, countless frantic thoughts flashing through his mind. Was this world, this fate, this mirror image, all just shackles that held him inextricably from the depths of his soul? He couldn't help but wonder if he had been playing a part in an endless prank, and if he himself was the true puppet of the game.

"You never truly existed, Feng Jing," the voice said again coldly, "You are merely a pawn in fate. No matter how you struggle, you cannot escape my control. You will never be able to escape this prison of time."

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly erupted with an intense light, encompassing countless mirror images. All of Feng Jing's presence became increasingly distorted, becoming increasingly absurd. Suddenly, Feng Jing saw himself transformed into a vast black vortex, engulfing the entire universe, drawing in countless stars, planets, time, and space. And he himself remained at the center of the vortex, spinning endlessly, unable to stop.

"You can't," the voice taunted. "You can't change your fate because you don't really exist. Every second you experience is a dream I've carefully woven."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again torn apart, and he felt as if he were colliding with all the energy and consciousness in the universe. The rules of time and space completely collapsed, and all boundaries began to blur. His existence became extremely complex, like an unsolvable mystery.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's heart was shaken - he felt that some unprecedented power was awakening, an energy that transcended all rules, as if his own existence was reshaping the order of the world.

"If I've never been here, does that mean I never existed?" Feng Jing recalled those words, and everything before him suddenly became incredibly clear. Perhaps he had never truly existed, perhaps he had always been just an illusion woven by fate, but none of this mattered.

"I can choose." Feng Jing whispered, a strange light flashing in his eyes, "I am no longer a prisoner of fate, I am the creator of my destiny."

Before he finished speaking, his consciousness suddenly surged. The cracks in the entire void began to tremble, the mirror began to reverse, and time flowed backwards madly. Feng Jing's body instantly became nothingness. He seemed to have become the core of the universe, attracting all time, space, destiny, and consciousness. He was no longer bound by any rules, no longer a part of the mirror, but the source of the entire universe.

All the mirror images began to collapse, and Feng Jing gradually condensed into a new being among these fragments. He transcended all limitations, becoming omnipotent and omnipresent. And at this moment, the voices that once controlled him, challenged him, and mocked him disappeared without a trace.

"I am no longer one of you." Feng Jing's voice rang out from the void, carrying with it endless pressure and determination. "Everything you have done is my creation, and I am your true destiny."

At this time, the cracks in the entire void began to heal, and all the mirror fragments dissipated like dust, but Feng Jing's existence still shone forever in this collapsing universe like a bright star.

Chapter 392: Broken Spacetime and the Devil's Contract