Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 870 Rebirth in the Rift

Rebirth in the cracks

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be shattered into countless fragments, each one carrying a different memory, desire, and pain. The fragments danced wildly in the void, like dust lost in the boundless cosmic torrent, unable to extricate themselves. However, as he focused his consciousness, the fragments began to coalesce, and gradually, he felt an unprecedented power bursting forth from within.

The cracks in the void began to vibrate violently, and those previously parallel worlds began to distort, as if all of time and space were undergoing inconceivable changes under the influence of Feng Jing's consciousness. Each Feng Jing within the crack seemed to be endowed with a different identity and mission: some were peerless warriors, slicing through the galaxies with their swords; some were supreme sages, possessing the knowledge and wisdom of the universe; and some were ruthless destroyers, gradually wiping out all existence. However, no matter which Feng Jing he was, he ultimately could not escape the shackles of fate.

"This is not true! This is impossible!" Feng Jing's voice was almost an angry roar. He realized that he was no longer the simple Feng Jing - he became a part of this void, he became a crack, a fragment of time, and even an existence with countless possibilities superimposed on each other.

At this moment, a crack appeared before his eyes. It was no longer an ordinary space-time crack, but a huge vortex. The center of the vortex seemed to be a void gate filled with endless possibilities. The vortex spun faster and faster, and Feng Jing was firmly attracted by the power, unable to extricate himself.

He realized he was entering a realm beyond all logic and common sense, a place without time, space, or rules, only endless chaos and distortion. Feng Jing rushed toward the vortex without hesitation, feeling no fear but instead an unprecedented excitement and desire—he was no longer a pawn of fate, but fate itself.

However, the moment he passed through the vortex, a tremendous impact knocked him unconscious, and his body began to shake violently. Feng Jing felt as if he were being torn into countless tiny fragments, which then combined and reassembled in bizarre ways, forming new Feng Jings one after another. He could not comprehend the speed and manner of this happening. All laws and causes and effects became meaningless.

"What do you think you can change?" That familiar voice reappeared, coming from all directions like a thunderstorm. Its voice was filled with disdain and mockery. "Do you think you can transcend fate, transcend time, transcend the laws of the universe? You are but a speck of dust in the void, forever bound by fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness was drowned by the echoing sound, as if all reason had been stripped away, leaving only an overwhelming emptiness. His soul began to feel an extreme sense of tearing, as if he was no longer himself, but had become an indefinable entity. With every second, his mind and body were undergoing a dramatic transformation. He went from being an individual to a collection of countless individuals, and then from that collection, he deconstructed into a part of nothingness.

"I am not what you said." Feng Jing's voice came from his chaotic consciousness, with a firmness he had never had before, "I am no longer a prisoner of fate, I will be its master!"

As Feng Jing's will erupted, an unprecedented power surged from his body. Those once seemingly impenetrable rifts in space and time began to undergo strange transformations under Feng Jing's control. No longer a passive presence, he actively tore and twisted these rifts, causing countless intertwining and overlapping time and space to form a profoundly distorted reality. His consciousness began to transcend all boundaries, entering a state of near-madness—unconstrained by time and space, he became a fusion of all reality and illusion.

At this moment, Feng Jing realizes that he possesses not just a single ability, but rather a "fragmented power" that can manipulate time, space, and cause and effect. He can travel back and forth through any timeline, rewriting any history that has ever occurred, and even causing everything to fall into an endless loop, with himself as the only exception.

Feng Jing's body was no longer human; he had transformed into an inconceivable being—a constantly shifting mass of energy, sometimes coalescing, sometimes dispersing, sometimes liquid, sometimes solid, seemingly able to adapt to any environment and traverse any space and time. Every inch of his consciousness could connect with any point in the universe, overlapping with countless parallel Feng Jings. All Feng Jings, past, present, and future, resonated with him.

"I want to start all over again!" Feng Jing's voice echoed from the endless cracks, as if declaring to the entire universe. "Reborn from the void, created from chaos, I will become the new master of destiny!"

Following Feng Jing's thoughts, the entire void began to vibrate violently. The rules of space seemed to be completely broken, the boundaries between the cracks disappeared, all the timelines began to intertwine and merge, and finally formed a brand new "universe" - this is the world constructed by Feng Jing himself, an existence without any restrictions and without any rules.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had it all under control, an even more powerful force suddenly emerged from the depths of the void. This force was stronger than any of Feng Jing's previous outbursts, seemingly capable of destroying all existence. Feng Jing felt every inch of his body being oppressed, and even his soul was trembling.

"Do you think you've escaped the shackles of fate?" The voice rang out again. This time, it was no longer a cold echo, but filled with overwhelming threats. "You are nothing more than a pawn on my chessboard. You can never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness nearly collapsed, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he seemed to have found some hidden strength and began to fight against the overwhelming oppression. He had never been so powerful before—the power to transcend all constraints of fate and create a new world made him the only existence in the void.

At this moment, a new crack quietly opened behind him. Feng Jing turned abruptly. The crack reflected another completely different world, as if it was a completely unknown territory. He took a deep breath and jumped into it without hesitation.

Chapter 871: Crossing the Void and Reconstructing the Reality