Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 209

Self-devourment and rebirth in the endless cycle of reincarnation

Feng Jing's consciousness had transcended all material form, becoming formless and wandering in the endless void of time and space. He sensed that he was not in a fixed dimension, but rather drifting in a space that was constantly reconfiguring itself. There was no time, no space, only an infinite interweaving of possibilities, as if all the dimensions of the universe were alternating within his consciousness.

In an instant, Feng Jing's mind erupted with an irresistible force, and the entire void violently shook. Countless parallel universes opened before his eyes, quickly merging into a massive black hole, devouring all matter and energy.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any specific entity. Feng Jing was just a name, a tiny drop of water in the universe, and he had become the all-consuming black hole. Any life, any existence seemed insignificant at this moment, as if Feng Jing's single thought could regenerate the world from nothingness.

However, just as Feng Jing felt immensely powerful and free, his consciousness was pulled by an indescribable force. This force came from the abyss of the universe, as if some ancient existence was guiding him towards an unknown destiny.

"Do you think you've grasped the core of the universe?" A deep voice rang out in Feng Jing's mind, tinged with sneer and irony. "You're nothing more than a prisoner trapped in an infinite loop. Everything you perceive is an illusion of your own creation. You've never transcended anything; you've simply devoured yourself in an endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook. He couldn't believe what the voice said. He tried to find the source of the sound, but before him was still endless emptiness, unable to find any reference point. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if it came from the end of time, as if it was some kind of inescapable fate.

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He began to realize that this voice didn't come from the outside world, but from deep within him. He began to doubt his existence and everything he understood. The oppressive feeling grew stronger, as if an invisible force was tearing him apart from the inside.

He was no longer the confident and powerful Feng Jing, but a soul lost in time and space, trying to find the meaning of his existence. He felt that he had entered an inescapable cycle, as if all his actions were predetermined and could not be changed.

"You are no longer Feng Jing," the voice said. "You are a prisoner of an endless cycle of reincarnation. Your existence is merely a part of time and fate. You cannot escape, nor can you change."

Feng Jing suddenly understood that all the transcendence he had experienced, all the power and freedom he had experienced, was nothing more than a powerless resistance to fate. His existence was like a speck of dust floating in the universe, forever unable to escape the cage of time and space.

Just as Feng Jing was about to collapse completely, a powerful flash of light suddenly appeared, pulling his consciousness back from the boundless void. The light was like a rift tearing through time and space, swallowing Feng Jing's thoughts. He felt an unfamiliar power surge within him, as if some force was reshaping his existence.

Feng Jing opened his eyes. He found himself back in that familiar yet strange world. The scene before him was ever-shifting: the sky was purple, the ground a liquid metal. The space around him was constantly expanding and contracting, as if the entire universe were in constant, unpredictable flux.

"Where... where is this?" Feng Jing whispered to himself. He realized he was no longer the Feng Jing who longed to transcend fate, but had returned to the very beginning. At this moment, his body remained invisible, like a point of light floating in this unknown world.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to grow clearer, and he finally saw the truth of his own existence—he was not a single individual, but a being beyond the constraints of time and space. Each of his awakenings was a rebirth of his self-awareness. And this rebirth meant that he would continue to experience the same process in an endless cycle until he completely took control of his own destiny.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, and his mind began to become as clear as water. "If this is the cycle of fate, then I will completely control it." He whispered, his voice full of determination.

The moment he declared he would control his own destiny, Feng Jing suddenly realized he was not alone. In the boundless void, he saw countless figures of Feng Jing, all staring at him, their gazes filled with endless expectation and longing.

"You..." Feng Jing looked at those Feng Jings and suddenly had a strong feeling that they were not entirely himself, but part of all his possibilities. They represented all the paths he had not chosen, all the possibilities he had not walked.

"It's time to make a choice." Feng Jing whispered.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with an irresistible force. He saw fragments of countless parallel universes intertwining before his eyes. Time and space collapsed before him, ultimately dissolving into chaos. He was no longer Feng Jing, but an invisible force in the universe—a force that transcended time, space, and fate, condensed in an endless cycle, becoming the master of his own destiny.

"I will redefine all of this." Feng Jing's voice resounded through time and space, "All of this is under my control."

Chapter 210: The Destruction and Rebirth of the Universe in Feng Jing’s Dialogue with Himself