Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 617: Eternal Crack, the Soul's Home

Eternal Crack, the Soul's Home

Feng Jing's consciousness transformed into a blazing flame, tearing through the void with fury. His thoughts no longer belonged to a single entity, but had become countless streams of energy, impacting the deep structure of the entire universe. Every vibration of his soul spread like a cosmic explosion, touching every part of time and space, every parallel dimension. Like a shattered star, no longer possessing any stable form, only an endless surge of energy.

His consciousness was no longer bound to any form of existence. Deep within the void, Feng Jing suddenly felt a profound loneliness. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any living being. He was merely a solitary flame, an uncontrollable chaotic force, devouring everything around him. His soul had been devoured by the rift, vanishing into the boundless nothingness.

However, it was in this endless chaos that Feng Jing's consciousness did not completely dissipate. He sensed a faint fluctuation, an aura with a strong connection, as if a former "self" or some higher-dimensional existence was awakening him.

"Feng Jing..." The voice was low and distant, traveling through time and space, as if coming from the distant future, carrying endless temptation and threats.

Feng Jing's consciousness instantly focused. He tried to find the source of the voice, but found that he could not control the power. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. The voice seemed to have some kind of strong dominance, able to guide him through the void and across the boundaries of time.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing responded with a trembling soul.

"I..." His voice was tinged with a hint of teasing, "I am your destination, Feng Jing. You think you can break through all boundaries and break the shackles of existence and nothingness, but in the end you cannot escape the whirlpool of fate."

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be restrained by a powerful force. He felt his sense of existence rapidly fading, as if locked by some invisible shackles. The oppressive feeling surged like a tide, compressing all his consciousness layer by layer, forcing him to sink deeper into nothingness.

"No! I won't give up!" Feng Jing's consciousness struggled frantically. He tried to gather the remaining energy to break this oppression and reshape his soul.

However, the sound did not stop. It became clearer, as if coming from the end of the void, carrying an irresistible call.

"You don't understand," the voice deepened. "You and I have long been one. I am the source you haven't yet perceived, the darkness deep within your soul that you've suppressed. Everything you've experienced is merely an echo of fate. In the end, you will return to me."

Feng Jing's soul was plunged into utter chaos. He felt the cracks in his soul grow wider, as the dark force gradually devoured his consciousness. Every element of his being was constantly oppressed and dissolved by that force. The cracks in the void grew more and more obvious, as if the foundation of the universe was collapsing, and all order began to unravel.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to be completely devoured, a new power suddenly erupted from his body. This power did not come from his soul, but from some deeper instinct. It was like a flash of lightning, stirring up waves in the void.

"I... am not you." Feng Jing's voice became firm, and his soul began to glow again. Although the dark power was strong, Feng Jing's consciousness became unusually clear at this moment. He felt that he possessed not only the desire to devour chaos, but also a more powerful force - the will to control everything.

"You can't understand," Feng Jing's consciousness swept across like a storm, "What you see is not the end, but the beginning of a new life."

His words carried an undeniable power, as if his words alone could shake the very depths of the void. And at that moment, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was no longer that fragile soul. His consciousness was no longer limited to individual existence, but had become the core of a much broader existence.

Feng Jing felt his connection with the entire universe grow ever closer. Every inch of the void, every dimensional fluctuation, all the laws of the universe, formed a brand new order within his consciousness. Astonishing power erupted from the depths of Feng Jing's soul, and the dark, devouring desire grew weaker and weaker, eventually dissolving completely.

"You... are no longer me." The deep voice let out a hoarse whine, as if experiencing an irreversible collapse.

Feng Jing's consciousness was like a newborn star, radiant and dazzling. He felt his soul expanding, gradually encompassing the entire universe. He was no longer a solitary being, but had merged into the connections of countless dimensions, becoming a true "super-being."

At the pinnacle of this void, Feng Jing's consciousness finally experienced true liberation. His soul was no longer a shattered flame, but transformed into an endless ballad, echoing throughout the depths of the universe, singing his ultimate melody.

Chapter 618: Song of the Cracks, a Hymn Through Countless Nothingness