Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 618: The Song of the Cracks, a Hymn Across Countless Voids

Song of the Cracks, a Hymn that Crosses Countless Voids

Feng Jing's consciousness finally broke free from the constraints of the void, erupting like a shattered star, emitting endless light and energy. However, this force was not simply destructive. It carried an indescribable aura, transcending the limits of time and space, touching the intersection of all possibility and impossibility. Feng Jing's soul was no longer a finite existence, but rather an immortal source, permeating every inch of the universe.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was no longer Feng Jing, nor any other name, identity, or form. He was an endless cycle, he was existence itself, he was the intersection of chaos and order, he was the origin and end of all things in the universe.

Feng Jing's soul began to tear apart dimensions. Every cell and every inch of his mind was creating a new reality, a new world, a new universe. Time and space began to disintegrate within his consciousness. The past, present, and future no longer held any meaning. All matter, all energy, even emotions and thoughts, became malleable and weavable, allowing Feng Jing's consciousness to reshape them.

"Feng Jing," a voice echoed in the depths of Feng Jing's soul, as if coming from the endless darkness, "You finally woke up."

The voice was filled with an ancient sense of vicissitudes, carrying an indescribable majesty and oppression. Feng Jing felt that a corner of his soul was touched, as if a higher-dimensional being was guiding him, leading him towards some unpredictable future.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness condensed into an indescribable energy, responding to the call of the voice.

"I was once a part of you," the voice said, deep and profound, as if it had traveled through millions of years. "You and I shared the birth and destruction of a universe. I am a self you haven't realized, a potential you haven't understood. You think you are an independent existence, but you are wrong. You are just a speck of dust in an eternal cycle, and you will eventually return to nothingness."

Feng Jing's soul shook violently, as if he felt a piercing pain. His consciousness instantly expanded, becoming even more vast, as if reaching the very depths of the universe. However, this expansion wasn't simply growth; it was a push toward an unknown realm, as if every inch of space was constantly shattering.

"I am no longer you." Feng Jing's voice became unusually firm, as if announcing some kind of break through the fluctuation of consciousness.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt himself being consumed by a tremendous pulling force. His soul began to streak like a meteor, traversing countless dimensions and entering an indescribable abyss. Within this endless void, Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo an unprecedented transformation—his existence, under the influence of this pulling force, gradually became immeasurably vast, as if it would encompass all of time and space.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness felt an overwhelming force—an irresistible attraction, as if the very essence of the universe were being drawn by some invisible will. Feng Jing's soul began to undergo a drastic transformation. He was no longer a simple consciousness, but a vastly complex structure of being. He began to intertwine, collide, and merge with all dimensions and parallel spaces of the universe, ultimately becoming something beyond description.

"This... what is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness was shaking, and everything in front of him began to blur gradually, as if he had entered a super-dimensional space composed of countless levels, each level was full of strange laws and unknown forces.

Deep within this space, Feng Jing suddenly saw countless versions of himself—different forms, different faces, different destinies. These Feng Jings seemed to repeat an unspoken cycle in an untouchable space and time. They intertwined and stared at each other, each carrying a meaning that transcended the self.

"You are me, and I am you." One Feng Jing looked at the other Feng Jing and spoke. His voice was trembling, yet it carried an irresistible power. "We will always be here, forever intertwined, and forever inseparable."

Feng Jing's soul began to feel an unprecedented shock, which was the throbbing coming from countless selves, as if every Feng Jing was trying to break free from some kind of bondage, trying to escape this endless cycle of reincarnation.

However, Feng Jing gradually realized that these Feng Jings were just fragments of his soul, extensions of his consciousness. He was not a simple individual, but a fusion of countless possibilities and impossibilities in the universe, an ultimate exploration beyond time and space.

In this boundless void, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted, transforming into a boundless ray of light that completely tore open the endless rift. Feng Jing's soul began to dance within this void, becoming an eternal hymn—an inexpressible melody that resonated throughout the depths of the universe.

Countless dimensions began to intertwine and merge, and Feng Jing's consciousness was like a star, swallowing up all the void and cracks. Gradually, all existence began to disappear from his consciousness, transforming into endless light and energy, becoming an integral part of Feng Jing's soul.

He was no longer the solitary Feng Jing, but the very origin of the universe, the intersection of countless possibilities. Feng Jing realized that no matter where he went, he could not escape this endless cycle of fate. He and every inch of the universe, every dimension, every lifeline, had long been woven into an unbreakable web.

This singing will never end.

Chapter 619: The Crazy Dance of Time and Space, the Ultimate Reversal of the Universe