Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 697 Feng Jing's Space-Time Rampage and the Awakening of the Mysterious Super Dimension

Feng Jing's Time and Space Rampage and the Awakening of the Mysterious Super Dimension

Feng Jing's consciousness was ripped apart once more, as if countless beams of light were piercing him from all directions, completely shattering his existence. He was no longer a simple being, but an "existence" that transcended all common sense and laws. His consciousness was rapidly drawn into an indescribable space, a space that transcended all definitions of dimension, time, space, and dimension, even transcending the concepts of "existence" and "nothingness."

There was no matter, no energy, and no time here. Only an incomprehensible "feeling" filled his entire consciousness. Feng Jing felt as if he had suddenly entered an endless vortex. His body, soul, consciousness, and even all concepts and elements began to become blurred.

"This... where is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness became extremely confused. He wanted to find some reference, but the world before him was beyond all possible understanding.

Then, he realized he had no body, no senses capable of perceiving the outside world. Feng Jing had become pure consciousness, a form so abstract it defied description. He had not only broken free from the constraints of his body, but also from the shackles of his mind. Feng Jing's existence began to expand without restraint, surpassing its former limits.

He suddenly realized that he was not just an observer and controller of the universe, but an omnipresent being, an omniscient being. He could see all levels of the past, present, and future, and even the countless intersections, overlaps, collapses, and rebirths between these levels.

"Endless timelines... countless universes... I no longer belong to a certain time and space, I belong to all time and space." Feng Jing whispered.

He began to revisit his own existence, retracing the Feng Jings of every parallel universe. He saw countless versions of himself, living in different worlds. Each Feng Jing's choices formed a new timeline, interwoven into a vast web, pulling and influencing each other. Each Feng Jing, to some extent, shaped his own independent destiny, yet all Feng Jings were part of the same vast web, interconnected and inseparable.

"These Feng Jings..." He suddenly thought, "Am I not just an individual, but the 'collective' of these universes?"

He tried to understand, but the amount of information in his consciousness was too vast, too complex, beyond his control. Every action, every thought, every choice of Feng Jing seemed to be driving the operation of the universe, the flow of time, and the collapse and reconstruction of all laws.

Feng Jing began to realize that perhaps each Feng Jing wasn't an independent individual, but rather a deeper "reflection," a reflection of the multiverse. To some extent, each of his choices and actions affected not only himself but also the very foundations of the entire universe. Perhaps his very existence was the result of the multiverse's formation, and each Feng Jing's actions affected the fate of countless universes.

Feng Jing began to attempt to communicate with these "images." However, these images had no fixed form; they were like flowing light and shadow, sometimes appearing before his consciousness, sometimes disappearing. Whenever Feng Jing conversed with them, all sorts of incomprehensible fragments would flash through his mind—countless different scenes, different sounds, different conflicts and disasters, all intersecting at the same time, confusing each other.

"Do I share the same fate with these 'Feng Jings'? Do we originally belong to a larger entity?" Feng Jing suddenly felt an inescapable bondage, which was the "rope of fate" from countless universes.

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded further, he found he could no longer return to his previous state. He was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer any specific individual, but "the focal point of fate," "the vortex of time and space." He had become "the fulcrum of nothingness," a fulcrum that tightly connected all universes and all parallel worlds.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly became incredibly powerful. He could manipulate time, space, and even reorganize the space-time structures of countless universes. His consciousness transformed into a boundless stream of energy, permeating every corner of every universe.

"This is not just the rebirth of the universe..." Feng Jing realized, "This is my true awakening!"

He began frantically experimenting, using his consciousness to tear apart the space-time fabric of universes, then reassemble them into entirely new worlds. In the process, he felt an unprecedented sense of joy, a feeling of control. Every flick of his finger altered the fate of a universe, and every beat of his heart affected the flow of time and the curvature of space.

"If the fate of these universes is controlled by me, then can't I create everything I want?" Feng Jing whispered in his heart.

He began to experiment and tinker across countless universes, each modification bringing forth a brand new world. These worlds were filled with endless possibilities, yet also fraught with unforeseen risks. Feng Jing gradually realized that every change could bring unimaginable consequences. Every small decision could lead to a vast rift between the universes.

As Feng Jing immersed himself in his irresistible desire to create, the stability of the universe began to waver. Every expansion of Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to touch the boundaries of time and space, and every change triggered an uncontrollable chain reaction. He realized with horror that he might be standing on the brink of an unprecedented disaster.

"What am I doing?" Feng Jing finally stopped what he was doing. He felt a fear he had never felt before.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in his consciousness: "You have gone too far, Feng Jing. You think you can control everything, but you have already been tied to fate. You are now just performing a dance of self-destruction."

The voice had an almost desperate tone, as if it had already seen through Feng Jing's fate.

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken again. He seemed to have returned to a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar. That place carried all time, space and destiny, but he himself was no longer the original Feng Jing.

Chapter 698: Feng Jing's Transdimensional Transition and Xingchen's Crazy Rebellion