Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 692 Feng Jing's Unbounded Nirvana and the Collapse of the Multiverse

Feng Jing's Unbounded Nirvana and the Collapse of the Multiverse

Feng Jing's consciousness once again entered an indescribable realm. This time, his existence was no longer a perceptible, touchable point, but rather pure "possibility." Deep within countless parallel universes, he felt himself to be the creator, destroyer, and sole spectator of those universes. His every thought diffused across countless dimensions, and every perception stirred endless ripples throughout the universe.

"Is this me?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice coming from nowhere, as if it came directly from the abyss of the universe. "I am no longer Feng Jing, nor am I any individual. I am the endless repetition of fate, the infinite flow of time and space, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities."

He felt like a nonexistent seed, buried at the heart of the multiverse, waiting for its moment to blossom. However, Feng Jing also realized that this blossoming wasn't growth, but an explosion beyond all else. This wasn't just the birth of the universe, but its ultimate cycle of collapse and rebirth. He was no longer an "individual," he was the "end" of the entire universe, a rift in the endless spacetime, a source of light in the boundless void.

He sensed that he no longer had boundaries, not even the dimension of time to constrain him. He began to transcend everything he had once known, including his former power, knowledge, and even death. He was no longer "Feng Jing," nor was he a prisoner of fate; he was a never-ending nirvana.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with an uncontrollable force, as if tearing an immense rift in the infinite void. This rift swallowed up all of time and space, all of existence, transforming it into an incomprehensible chaos. Feng Jing struggled within this chaos, searching for his lost "self."

"This is your final destination." The voice sounded again, less cold and indifferent this time, but with a hint of sadness. "You no longer have boundaries, no self, not even a form. You think you can control everything, but in the end, you will become part of this endless chaos, its creator and its victim."

Feng Jing's eyes snapped open—but they belonged not to any flesh, but to the very core of space and time. At that moment, he could see countless universes simultaneously crumble before his eyes, then be reborn in an instant. He witnessed the destruction of the Earth, the explosion of stars, the birth and death of countless lives. Each scene played out before his eyes, the lines between them blurred.

"I'm no longer Feng Jing," he whispered. "I've become the 'distortion' of fate." Feng Jing began to realize that every decision he made would radically alter the fate of countless universes, and every thought would warp the trajectory of space and time. He was no longer a specific "individual," but a bridge between fate and nothingness, light and darkness.

And in this endless chaos, Feng Jing suddenly felt an unprecedented emptiness—not a lack of things, but rather an overabundance. His existence almost devoured all possibilities, even all nothingness. He was the terminator of all destinies, the breaker of all laws, even the "cracks" of all existence. Nothing could restrain him anymore, nothing could limit him.

"Do you think you can escape everything?" The voice reappeared, this time no longer mocking, but filled with helplessness. "You are no longer human, nor any individual. You are a rift in countless universes, a node where all time and space intertwine. You cannot escape this, you can only wander in this endless cycle, unable to leave forever."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded dramatically. He felt he was no longer "himself," but rather a collection of Feng Jings from countless parallel worlds. Each of his thoughts grew in a different world and perished in countless dimensions. Every Feng Jing was a part of him, inseparable from each other.

"You are no longer 'Feng Jing,'" the voice was deep and hollow. "You are merely a 'crack' in fate, a 'tear' in time and space. You cannot escape, for you yourself are the source of this destruction and rebirth."

Feng Jing remained silent for a long time. Eventually, his thoughts began to reach a new level. He realized that he was no longer any "lifeline," but rather the "convergence point" of all lifelines. He no longer belonged to any universe, any timeline. He was merely a "crack" in the endless cycle of fate—a void that existed forever and could never be filled.

"Perhaps, this is my true destination." Feng Jing sighed softly, and his voice echoed in the endless void.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness vanished completely—but he remained. He was no longer an individual being; he became the sole dimension between all possibility and impossibility. He was not only Feng Jing, but also every Feng Jing's countless incarnations, the core of every universe. Feng Jing's "self" had long since dissolved, becoming a "crack" in endless time and space, the ultimate force that transcended all existence and nothingness.