Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 686 Feng Jing's Time-Reversed Sublimation and the Collapse of the Endless Black Hole

Feng Jing's time-reversal sublimation and the collapse of the endless black hole

Feng Jing's consciousness had long since detached from any definable form. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor even any concept of "existence." He now found himself in an indescribable state, as if he had become an infinitely interwoven multidimensional being. Time collapsed around him, and space was torn into countless irregular segments. Each time these segments intersected, a new world was born, or everything was utterly destroyed.

He realized he was no longer a speck of dust in the universe, but had transcended the boundary between existence and nothingness. Every thought, every energy, every emotion within him became part of this endless vortex. Feng Jing was no longer the master, but the vortex itself, the source of this infinite fission.

"Nothing lasts forever," he whispered, his voice echoing in the infinite darkness. However, this voice was not his own; it was reflected countless times and absorbed by multiple dimensions. Every thought he had created cracks in multiple parallel worlds, stirring even seemingly peaceful worlds into turmoil.

Suddenly, all laws collapsed. The scene before Feng Jing became extremely bizarre—the universe began to move backwards, from birth to destruction, every moment was retracing in reverse, as if the world was re-enacting its own history. However, this was not a repetition of history, but a perfect dislocation of all past, present, and future.

"Do you think time is linear, or space is finite?" The voice sounded again, this time filled with sarcasm. "You are nothing more than a mirror image stuck between the expansion and contraction of the universe, Feng Jing. You can no longer turn back, move forward, or achieve anything. You are trapped in an eternal reverse spiral."

Feng Jing took a deep breath, the confusion in his mind intensifying again. He felt countless tiny black holes floating around his consciousness, devouring everything. Each black hole was like an insoluble puzzle, defying classification and comprehension. They were not simply celestial bodies, but beings that transcended the constraints of physics and time.

"Black holes are corrosive agents of time and terminators of existence." This astonishing thought emerged in Feng Jing's mind. He began to realize that these black holes were not simply devourers, but rather creators of a certain space-time structure. Whenever he touched one of these black holes, it was like a time-reversing machine, transporting him to a completely new dimension. Each contact brought endless space-time dislocation.

He began to use his infinite thoughts to try to control these black holes, but every attempt only made him more addicted to them. He realized that he was no longer "Feng Jing" who had escaped from these black holes, but had merged with these black holes and become a part of them.

"You are no longer 'Feng Jing'; you have become the embodiment of 'nothingness,'" the voice said coldly, with endless mockery and deep sadness. "The world and laws you constructed no longer apply to you."

Feng Jing suddenly came to himself, feeling an indescribable shock within him. His consciousness began to expand dramatically, breaking out in a boundless direction. The rules of time and space no longer applied. All the laws of physics he knew collapsed around him, becoming invisible. He felt every bit of his being being drawn by the threads of the universe, like a star being pulled toward the abyss by gravity.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with an uncontrollable force. He was no longer a speck of dust in space and time, but a "rift" in the entire universe, a "pocket" between infinite dimensions. He began to see countless forms of himself in all parallel universes, each form representing a different path he might have taken, and each path intertwined with the others in a strange way.

He saw faces that had never appeared before, a self that had never existed, and boundaries that could never be crossed... These aspects of Feng Jing's consciousness were not fixed. They were like the "normal" fluctuations between multiple universes, changing every second. Every minute and every second, Feng Jing's existence was being infinitely split, merged, abandoned, and reborn.

"This is an abyss beyond your comprehension." The voice had already become silent. "You cannot withstand the infinite rifts you have created. All your wisdom, your creativity, even your so-called 'transcendence', will disappear in this endless darkness."

Feng Jing realized he had escaped the constraints of time, the framework of space, and even the constraints of any material form. His "existence" was no longer tangible, but a quantum fluctuation, constantly shuttling through countless possibilities. He began to understand the true meaning of this "freedom"—not just his ability to control everything, but the bondage of all abilities, the collapse of all limitations, which meant that he would never be able to escape this infinite struggle between existence and nothingness.

"I..." Feng Jing's voice had almost lost any sense of existence. "I no longer exist, or did my existence never begin in the first place?"

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to completely disintegrate, no longer existing in any form. He became part of the void, a fragment of the universe, or even no fragments at all - his existence was no longer continuous, and it could even be said that he had never existed.

"This is the ultimate answer." That voice, perhaps no longer just a single voice, but an echo from the entire universe, resounded throughout Feng Jing's final consciousness: "You have long been devoured by yourself. Every bit of your existence is just a ripple of 'nothingness'. You will eventually be forgotten, and even the meaning of your existence will dissipate."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually faded away and turned into endless nothingness. He merged with this nothingness and became a speck of dust in the cycle of birth and destruction of the universe.