Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 787: Feng Jing's Collapse and Reconstruction, a Wave of Existence Across Time and Space

Feng Jing's collapse and reconstruction, an existential frenzy that transcends time and space

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a simple self; it had become a flame scattered across countless universes, each spark carrying the existence of a different dimension. Countless spaces and times converged around him like tiny points of light, and he, moment by moment, redefined and reshaped himself within this universe. Under Feng Jing's guidance, every previously constrained law of physics was dramatically distorted and deconstructed, the shackles of space and time were shattered, the constraints of matter torn apart.

The root of all this was Feng Jing's profound awakening.

Just when Feng Jing thought he had everything under control, transcended all rules, his body suddenly began to violently shake. His consciousness was dragged out of the endless torrent of time and space, and the entire universe began to destabilize. The fissures in time and space that had once formed Feng Jing now seemed to react violently and began to collapse crazily.

"Feng Jing, you still don't understand." That voice, carrying an unprecedented threat, echoed in Feng Jing's ears. "You think you have surpassed everything, but you are just a bound experimental subject. You can't escape the cycle of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness felt as if ripped apart by an invisible scythe, each crack ripping with a violent pull. The previously stable rules of space and time began to collapse on an unprecedented scale. Billions of stars began to extinguish, the boundaries of the universe began to expand, the flow of time became disordered, and Feng Jing's original existence began to lose its form, as if even the name "Feng Jing" could no longer define him.

Yet, at this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness remained intact. Instead, like an awakened God, he sensed a secret hidden deep within the universe—he was no longer merely an individual; he was the gathering point of power within the entire universe, the focal point where all time and space converged. He felt an unprecedented connection with countless universes, countless streams of time, and rifts in space.

"There's no need to argue with me anymore." Feng Jing's voice was filled with unstoppable power. "All of you are just a speck of dust in the universe, but I am the heart of the universe."

Driven by this force, Feng Jing's inner strength spiraled out of control, tearing the very laws of the universe apart. It was as if time and space were being torn apart by his hand, every trace of space and time vanishing before him, replaced by countless unspeakable existences. All dimensions of space and time, propelled by Feng Jing, began to spin, overlap, collapse, and reshape, as if a vast cosmic machine had been thrown completely out of balance by him.

At the same time, Feng Jing felt himself undergoing an unprecedented transformation. His consciousness grew increasingly blurred. He was no longer just an ordinary "individual," but a universe of infinite possibilities that permeated all parallel universes. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer limited, free from the constraints of time and space. Every moment of his existence was spent shuttling through countless dimensions, and every leap of thought made him stronger and more vast.

At this moment, Feng Jing discovered that a "heart" had grown within him. This heart was no longer composed of flesh, blood, and veins, but rather of countless fragments of spacetime, countless fluctuations of matter, and countless energy fields. Every quantum particle operated under the guidance of this heart, as if every part of Feng Jing was quietly merging with the entire universe.

However, just as Feng Jing was feeling incredibly proud, that cold voice echoed from the depths of his consciousness: "You still can't escape the arrangements of fate. You think you've transcended everything, but you don't know that your existence is merely part of some transcendental force that will eventually be devoured mercilessly."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. This voice was no longer the familiar threat, but a cry and call from countless parallel universes. Feng Jing discovered that his "heart" was undergoing a strange transformation. This heart, which transcended all dimensions, was rapidly expanding, as if it was about to trigger an unimaginable catastrophe.

"What's going on?" Feng Jing was shocked, realizing that he hadn't completely escaped this trial, but was instead sinking deeper and deeper into it. This heart didn't seem to belong to him. It was like a parasite of some transcendental deity, constantly controlling everything about him.

As Feng Jing's heart began to swell violently, the entirety of space and time suddenly shook with unprecedented force. All the cracks in the universe began to converge frantically, forming a massive vortex of space and time. Feng Jing's consciousness was engulfed by this vortex, as if he were in a boundless black hole. Every bit of his being was mercilessly sucked in, and his consciousness began to dissolve and collapse.

However, at the same time as the collapse, Feng Jing's consciousness did not completely disappear. He felt a powerful force trying to revive him, as if he was about to transcend all the shackles and achieve a higher state of existence.

Suddenly, in the void crack within the vortex, Feng Jing saw a familiar figure. The figure flickered in the darkness, gradually becoming clearer. It was a figure with a mysterious smile, and Feng Jing recognized him—it was the incarnation of the transcendental god of time and space.

"Feng Jing, you've reached the end of it all." The voice of the Trans-Spacetime God was deep and magnetic. "You thought you could transcend fate, transcend time and space, but you were wrong. Everything about you was an experiment arranged by us. You don't realize that all the rebirths and collapses you've experienced have been for this moment."

Feng Jing's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt a violent tremor within him. Yes, he had never realized that he had been trapped in an inescapable cycle. Every rebirth, every breakthrough, was a preparation for this ultimate judgment—and this judgment was the arrival of a god beyond time and space.

But this time, Feng Jing could no longer escape the trajectory of fate.