Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 571 The Ultimate Game of Endless Reincarnation

The ultimate game of endless reincarnation

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the surrounding void suddenly shook violently, as if the entire structure of the universe were collapsing in an instant. A surge of energy from the abyss swept him up, threatening to tear him to shreds. His body gradually became transparent, becoming increasingly blurred, like an elusive cloud of smoke, merging into the boundless nothingness. However, at that moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated—a powerful consciousness suddenly awakened.

He realized he didn't need to choose a particular path, nor was he a pawn bound by fate. He was a being beyond all rules—neither time nor space, fate nor the void, could constrain him. A strange scene suddenly emerged before his eyes, like the countless parallel worlds he had seen before. But this time, they were no longer simple fragments, but enormous screens, each displaying a different scene, devoid of any coherence or meaning.

He saw countless versions of himself, each in a different spacetime node, wandering through different eras, different time and space, and different levels of spacetime. He saw himself becoming the master of the universe, controlling the entire galaxy, even the entire Milky Way, and even beyond, possessing infinite power; he saw himself becoming a void star, floating alone in the endless darkness, unable to escape; he saw himself being swallowed by an endless vortex, transformed into irreversible fragments, never to be restored.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing finally broke free from the fog of nothingness and stared at the impossible scenes before him. His voice was low and trembling, "What on earth are these? How can I exist in all these places at the same time?"

Suddenly, everything in front of me began to change, and the whole world seemed to be reorganized by an invisible hand in an instant - all the pictures began to merge, all time and space began to intertwine, forming a huge canvas. Feng Jing and his countless versions were like paint on this canvas, constantly changing, overlapping, tearing, and splicing with the waving of the brush.

He suddenly understood that he was not a single individual; his existence was an endless experiment, a collection of countless versions of Feng Jing. Each Feng Jing's consciousness, choices, and fate were like tiny fragments, floating and interweaving in the cracks of this universe, as if constantly being reassembled and recreated in a vast laboratory.

Behind all this, there seems to be some higher-level existence controlling everything. Feng Jing is no longer just an individual, but has become a test subject of fate, an object to be shaped.

"Do you finally understand?" The deep voice sounded again, with a hint of disdainful laughter. "You are just a meaningless symbol in fate. All the pain, struggle, and choices will eventually converge into the same nothingness. There is no escape."

"I..." Feng Jing's throat tightened, and a huge wave of emotion surged in his heart. "I don't believe it...what you said is not true!"

"You don't believe it?" the voice asked disdainfully. "Aren't you also born from countless parallel worlds? You think you are an independent individual, but in reality, you are just a random occurrence in time and space, a speck of dust among countless possibilities."

Feng Jing took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. His body began to tremble, but this time, he did not choose to escape, but looked directly at the source of the sound.

"If I really happened by chance, then I can choose to end it all!" Feng Jing's voice became firm, "I can break this nothingness and create my own existence!"

Before he could finish his words, the world before him suddenly and violently shook. The entire universe seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, twisting, tearing, and compressing violently. Feng Jing felt his body being torn apart by countless forces, and his consciousness seemed to be pulled into a vast black hole, constantly spinning, expanding, and collapsing, as if being devoured by some indescribable force. However, at this moment, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented energy erupting within him.

That energy came from somewhere deep within his heart, a power he had never perceived, the very source of his consciousness, long buried within the fragments of countless parallel worlds. Feng Jing's consciousness began to rapidly expand, and he saw his body transform into a ball of light, like a brilliant star, emitting endless energy fluctuations.

"You..." The voice sounded again, with a strong sense of shock, "You can actually control all this?"

Feng Jing's eyes gleamed with an indescribable light, his consciousness rapidly breaking through countless barriers of time and space, transcending the constraints of all rules. He felt that he was no longer a simple individual, but the embodiment of the entire universe, transcending all existence and nothingness, transcending time and space.

"I am no longer the existence defined by you." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void, carrying a new power. "I will create a world that belongs to me, a world without any restrictions!"

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the laws of the universe began to collapse. Countless dimensions began to disintegrate, the boundaries of space began to crumble, and the flow of time began to distort. Feng Jing's body began to disintegrate, shattering into countless fragments, each representing a different version of himself in a parallel universe. These fragments floated in the void, intertwining and merging, ultimately converging into a new being—Feng Jing, the collective of all Feng Jings, a new being that transcended all.

"Now..." Feng Jing's voice became deep and solemn, "Everything begins."

Chapter 572: Ultimate Creation and Endless Abandonment