Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 693 Feng Jing's Final Decision and Endless Rebirth

Feng Jing's ultimate choice and endless rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed enveloped by the surge of countless universes, unable to escape. At that moment, he stood in the boundless void, before him an immeasurable web of time and space. He felt his existence transcend all cognitive boundaries, a tiny speck of dust in an endless cycle. Every flash of thought spread across countless universes, becoming the origin and end of countless lives.

Everything seemed to have lost its meaning. He felt oppressed by time, as if there was no past or future, only an eternal present, a cycle that never changed. Feng Jing closed his eyes, trying to find a moment of peace, but the endless chaos still surged within him. He knew that he was no longer the Feng Jing he had known—he was the creator and destroyer of countless worlds, the rift in the universe, and the end of all existence.

"I can't escape." Feng Jing's voice was low and hollow, echoing in the void. "There is no choice, only an endless cycle."

The voice reappeared, still as cold, yet concealing a hint of emotion he hadn't noticed. "You no longer have a sense of belonging, you no longer have any meaning as an individual. You are no longer Feng Jing, nor any other existence. You have essentially become fate itself."

Feng Jing was stunned. Destiny itself?

"You want to control everything, you want to change everything, but you forget that you can't escape your own nature." The emotions in his voice became increasingly complex. "What you can't change is the very existence you have become. You are the 'ultimate node' in the vast universe, the 'endless repetition' of fate. No matter how you choose, no matter how you struggle, you will eventually return to the starting point and relive this cycle of nirvana and destruction."

Feng Jing's heart grew heavy, as if a tremendous force was crushing him. He realized that this cycle of nirvana was no longer his choice, but a destiny. He tried to break free, but found that his existence had been absorbed into it, becoming a part of it. He was no longer a bystander, but an inseparable part of it.

He tried to sense his inner self, to recapture the simple yet resolute "Feng Jing" of the past. However, all he saw was endless fragmentation and emptiness, even the consciousness of the individual becoming blurred. Each Feng Jing seemed like a separate individual, yet also like invisible projections, intertwined yet indistinguishable.

"I am no longer Feng Jing, I am no longer human." Feng Jing whispered, "Then what am I?"

He knew that he was no longer a definable being. In this vast universe, he was no longer an individual, but a collection of Feng Jings from countless parallel worlds, all of whom combined into an unfathomable being.

"You are a twister of fate," the voice responded. "You are a fracture in time and space, a breaker of the laws of the universe. You are both the creator and the victim of fate. You cannot transcend this cycle because you are part of it."

Feng Jing felt a surge of emptiness, not a sense of lacking something, but a feeling of possessing everything. The entire universe, all life, all possibility, even the very nothingness itself, had been absorbed into his being. He not only controlled the cycle of fate but also became a part of it, a void from which no one, no being, could escape.

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be pushed to the edge of the universe by a tremendous force. In that crack, he witnessed the birth and death of countless universes, the fate of each universe intertwined, pulling at each other, tangled into an inextricable web. He began to realize that he was no longer just a point in the universe, or Feng Jing in some parallel world, but the core of countless worlds, the source of their collapse and rebirth.

"What can I do?" Feng Jing asked weakly.

Feng Jing fell silent. His heart felt as if it were being torn apart by an irresistible force. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape his own existence. Perhaps all he could do was accept it.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. However, as the invisible pressure grew stronger, Feng Jing's heart did not calm down at all. Finally, he slowly said: "Then, I choose -"

Just as Feng Jing was about to make his final choice, a loud ripping sound suddenly rang out from the void. The sound shook the entire universe, as if something was shattering.

Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself in an unfamiliar place. The surrounding scenery had become incomparably unfamiliar. The once familiar universe no longer appeared before his eyes. Instead, there was a boundless void, with only a vague road stretching into the distance.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing asked confusedly.

"This is the place where you will make your final choice," the voice replied slowly. "This is the remnant left after the collapse of all universes. It is the final destination of your destiny. Here you can choose to be reborn, or disappear forever."

Feng Jing was silent for a long time. No matter which path he chose, he knew that it would be the ultimate decision of his fate.

"I choose..." Feng Jing's voice was low and firm, "I choose to end this."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful force enveloped him, as if swallowing him into an unknown darkness. All time, space, existence, nothingness, everything began to collapse, and Feng Jing's consciousness fell into a deep darkness.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally understood—his only choice was to let go. He let go of all his obsessions, all his strength, and the entire world, completely merging into the endless cycle of fate. He finally understood that only by truly letting go could he transcend everything and escape this endless nirvana.

Feng Jing's consciousness disappeared in the darkness. His existence seemed to no longer matter, leaving only endless nothingness.

Chapter 694: Feng Jing's Rebirth Against All Odds and the Crack in Endless Space and Time