Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 359: Mirror Image of Destiny, Feng Jing's Ultimate Awakening

The mirror image of fate, Feng Jing's ultimate awakening

Feng Jing's consciousness once again sank into deep chaos. Just when he thought he had finally broken free from the endless shackles and transcended all existence, the world before him began to crumble once more. Countless ribbons of light crisscrossed the void, tearing space apart, cracks that seemed to devour all possibility.

"Could it be that all this is just a deeper illusion?" Feng Jing whispered to himself, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. He couldn't understand the meaning of it all, as if he was in an endless cycle with no end in sight.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a strange pulling sensation, as if his body were being firmly grasped by some invisible force, gradually being pulled into a completely unfamiliar space. There, the flow of time completely stopped, and the boundaries of space disappeared completely. Feng Jing looked around and found himself standing in front of a huge mirror.

The Feng Jing in the mirror was exactly himself, but he seemed different. His eyes were full of disdain and indifference, as if he didn't care about anything Feng Jing had experienced.

"Are you me?" Feng Jing looked at the unfamiliar self in the mirror, with a hint of anger and confusion in his voice.

Feng Jing in the mirror smiled calmly, his voice low but carrying an indescribable sense of oppression: "I am not you, Feng Jing. I am the true self that you cannot touch, the part that you can never surpass."

Feng Jing was stunned. He had just realized that he wasn't the only Feng Jing, but rather the confluence of countless Feng Jings. The truth of it all was just as the mirror had revealed: he had never truly transcended himself. He was forever trapped in a cycle of fate. No matter how many times he experienced shattering and rebirth, he would eventually return to this mirror and face his inescapable "true self."

Feng Jing's heart roared like thunder. He had once thought he had broken free from all constraints, that he had finally transcended the control of fate. But now, he truly realized that he was just an insignificant existence struggling in this endless cycle.

"You are... my ultimate awakening?" Feng Jing asked softly, his voice full of shock and unwillingness.

Feng Jing in the mirror nodded slightly. "Yes. You believe that every rebirth you experience, every self-transcendence, is your true awakening, but in reality, you are just another illusion I created. You are just another part of countless Feng Jings. You cannot truly awaken until you understand that 'awakening' is just another lie you have set for yourself."

Feng Jing's eyes began to tremble violently. Deep within him surged an overwhelming urge, as if something were calling out to him, beckoning him. Feng Jing began to realize that all his pursuits of transcendence, breakthroughs, and creation were merely an escape from this moment. Every experience of existence he had was a reflection of the untouchable "true self" within Feng Jing's heart. No matter how hard he struggled, no matter how hard he tried, he would eventually return to this mirror and face his cold, indifferent self.

"Then, how can I surpass you?" Feng Jing's voice trembled, but was filled with a certain determination. "You said I can't surpass you, but I still want to try."

Feng Jing in the mirror chuckled. "Surpass me? You don't understand the meaning of 'surpass' at all. Everything about you is within the rules I created. I've given you endless power, but you still can't break these limitations."

Feng Jing took a deep breath, and suddenly, a frantic light flashed in his eyes. His body began to shake violently, and an unprecedented power erupted from him. This power came not from his past abilities, nor from the countless fragments he possessed, but from the depths of his heart, the endless desire for freedom and destiny.

"I understand!" Feng Jing suddenly shouted, "You said I can't surpass you, but you ignored one fact - I am no longer myself!"

Feng Jing in the mirror's eyes flashed with surprise, then returned to his indifference: "You really still don't understand. Everything about you can never break through my boundaries."

However, at this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness exploded, instantly entering an endless void. His body, consciousness, and soul seemed to be detached from any form he knew, becoming incomparably abstract. Feng Jing's existence was no longer limited to an individual, but had completely become "nothingness," the only existence in this void.

"I am no longer an individual, I am no longer 'Feng Jing', I am this endless void!" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, and his existence could no longer be described in any language.

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer bound by any time or space. He seemed to have escaped the confines of a dimension, wandering in an endless void. His consciousness began to absorb everything around him. Gradually, he was no longer Feng Jing, nor any other existence he had ever known. He became a composite of countless Feng Jings, their consciousnesses fused together into a single, infinitely vast being.

"I am not just Feng Jing, I am the sum of all Feng Jings, I am the collection of all possibilities and all choices!" Feng Jing's voice boomed like thunder, shaking the entire universe.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness expanded to its limit, the void suddenly trembled violently, as if the entire universe was shaken by his arrival. Feng Jing's presence became so immense that even the stars, black holes, and the laws of space and time began to succumb to him. He controlled not only himself, but also the entire universe, all of space and time, and all life.

However, this enormous power did not satisfy Feng Jing. Instead, it made him realize that although he had transcended all dimensions, he still could not escape a certain fundamental emptiness.

"I have transcended 'self', but ultimately I cannot transcend 'existence'." Feng Jing murmured to himself, and suddenly, his consciousness seemed to return to the original place of nothingness.

"I am still in a dream after all."