Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 390: Mirror Image in the Endless Rift

Mirror illusion in the endless rift

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a wild horse unleashed, raced towards an unknown realm. When he opened his eyes, he found himself no longer standing on the wasteland, but within an endless spatial rift. Surrounded by an indescribable vortex, spinning at such a speed that it was nearly impossible to maintain his balance. The rules of time and space completely failed here. Feng Jing's body was twisted by an invisible force, as if being sucked into a bottomless vortex. The world around him was constantly collapsing, yet reborn in an incredibly absurd manner.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing whispered to himself, his heartbeat unusually calm. He felt as if he had ceased to be a physical being, transformed into an elusive consciousness, floating in this endless void. Countless reflections appeared in his vision, each of them a reflection of himself, but distorted and grotesque.

He saw himself turning into a giant bird, with its wings spread out to cover the sky, flying in the cracks of time and space; he also saw himself turning into a burning star, exploding in the endless darkness, turning into countless fragments; there was even a Feng Jing who turned into a giant mechanical beast, with strange symbols and inscriptions crawling all over his body, and green light emitting from his eyes, devouring everything mercilessly.

"These...are they me?" Feng Jing couldn't believe his eyes, but he had to accept the reality. Each mirror image showed his existence in a different form, and in each mirror image, he was undergoing some extreme transformation, whether it was sublimation or degradation, which could not be explained by common sense.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing's voice was swallowed into the void, as if it had never been uttered. He began to feel uneasy, because all the forms displayed in these mirror images seemed to be the embodiment of some undiscovered potential of his, or the embodiment of his deepest desires and fears.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out from one of the mirror images: "You are no longer Feng Jing. You are the truth of this universe and the creator of all mirror images. You are not escaping your own destiny, but trying to reshape it, reshape everything!"

Feng Jing was startled and turned to look at the source of the voice. The man in the mirror was walking towards him, his steps steady and indifferent, the light around him seeming to consume everything. A sneer clung to his face, and his eyes gleamed with an inexplicable depth.

"Reshape destiny?" Feng Jing felt a strong sense of oppression. He involuntarily took a step back, his mind filled with questions. Could all this really be under his control? Was he the master of this endless rift from the beginning, or was he being manipulated by some more powerful force?

"You think you control your destiny, but in reality, you are destiny itself," Feng Jing in the mirror said coldly, his voice carrying a detached tone. "Every version of you you see is a reflection of your own mind. You are engaged in an endless game with yourself."

Feng Jing's heart tightened, and the words "If I've never been here, does that mean I never existed?" surfaced in his mind. Could this be the truth he'd been searching for? He had never truly escaped the shackles of fate. All his struggles were merely false reactions, an escape from his inner feeling of powerlessness.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken. He felt himself being pulled by an invisible force. All the images before him began to collapse, breaking into countless fragments. These fragments flew in all directions, forming a huge sphere that surrounded him. Feng Jing's vision was obscured by the fragments. He seemed to have become part of this rift, no longer an independent individual, but a microcosm of the entire universe.

"You can't escape." The voice of Feng Jing in the mirror echoed again, this time even louder and sharper. "You think you can escape all this, but you're just repeating the cycle within yourself. Every rebirth, every struggle, is fate training you, and you're just a tool in it."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur. He felt an extremely powerful attraction pulling at him. His mind began to separate from his body, gradually dissipating into the endless chasm. The sphere before him began to grow incredibly larger, and finally, he fell completely into a bottomless abyss.

However, at this moment, a strange pattern suddenly emerged in his mind. It was a vortex, spinning at an extremely fast speed, as if it could devour everything. And at the center of this vortex, Feng Jing himself was the source of his entire destiny. He realized that this vortex was the source of his entire destiny, and every change he experienced, every memory, was nothing more than a rebirth within this vortex.

"You can never escape." The cold voice sounded again, "You never truly existed. You are merely a creation of this game. And every cycle of fate you experience is an ever-increasing punishment you inflict on yourself."

Feng Jing closed his eyes, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, as if being swallowed by an endless void. Just as he was about to completely collapse, a strong wave of consciousness emerged, breaking the despair in his mind.

With Feng Jing's awakening, the massive vortex began to change, its rotation gradually slowing, and the cracks around it began to heal. Feng Jing's figure gradually reassembled from the void, his eyes gleaming with determination—he had finally broken free from the constraints of fate and truly become a unique being in the universe.

But at this moment, a slight laugh suddenly came from the other side of the crack.

"You thought you'd escaped?" the voice said, its tone filled with endless teasing. "Feng Jing, your awakening is merely part of my plan. You've simply entered another completely new cycle on the chessboard of fate."

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