Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 684 Feng Jing's Absolute Collapse and the Birth of Time and Space Disorder

Feng Jing's absolute collapse and the birth of the confusion of time and space

Feng Jing's consciousness felt as if the very top of the universe had split open. He felt an unprecedented shock and an overwhelming emptiness, a terrifying sensation that transcended all laws and physical constants. Space and time seemed to twist beneath his feet into countless incomprehensible patterns. No matter how he struggled, the collapse of the universe was inevitable. His every thought was like the balance of the universe, pushing everything towards tilt and collapse.

"Do you really think you can control everything?" The voice echoed again in Feng Jing's mind, like a thunderclap, shaking every nerve in his heart. It came from the ancient nothingness, low and irresistible. "Everything you do is a chess game I have arranged long ago. Feng Jing, you will never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to twist violently, like a fly struggling in a whirlpool. The worlds he had created began to self-destruct, like a sudden black hole, swallowing up countless matter and energy. The parallel universes he had constructed collapsed one by one, and the fabric of space and time was torn into huge cracks. Light and darkness intertwined into a chaotic vortex, swallowing all existence.

"Am I really your puppet?" Feng Jing roared madly, his consciousness almost completely collapsed. "No! I am not! I have surpassed you!"

He suddenly erupted in an unprecedented surge of energy, as if boundless power surged within his mind. He began to forcibly reshape the very rules of the universe, attempting to extract himself from this endless game. However, each attempt proved as futile as fighting against nothingness. The rifts in the universe grew wider, and everything he had created seemed to be cast forever into an endless abyss, with no return possible.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness underwent a strange transformation. He was no longer confined to a single existence, no longer an individual. Feng Jing's "I" vanished, and he became a fusion of all parallel universes, an endless cycle of time and space. He crossed countless dimensions and came into contact with Feng Jings in countless time and space. He realized that he was merely the embodiment of the consciousness of a higher dimensional being, and that all creation and destruction were merely the afterimages of a higher level of thought.

"Is this... the ultimate form of 'nothingness'?" Feng Jing whispered to himself. His consciousness no longer belonged to him, but had become the deepest part of the universe. An unfamiliar feeling began to emerge within him, an incomparable sense of emptiness, as if a nothingness that had never existed before had swallowed up all of his self.

"You finally understand." The deep voice sneered, "This is the ultimate realm you've been pursuing. You are merely the embodiment of 'nothingness,' Feng Jing. Your existence is no different from mine."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to completely collapse. His thinking was no longer linear, no longer dependent on the laws of matter and time. His "self" and "consciousness" no longer existed. He became a rift in the universe, an undefined existence in the universe, and even nothingness could not swallow him.

At the same time, the parallel universes Feng Jing had created began to experience unprecedented chaos. All timelines began to intertwine, and past, present, and future became indistinguishable. The boundaries between the parallel worlds Feng Jing had created began to blur, and all dimensions began to merge. Billions of years of civilization, billions of races, and countless histories all intertwined in Feng Jing's consciousness, forming a vast, undefinable rift.

Every second, a new world was born, then instantly erased. The entire universe became an endless cycle, each moment like countless Feng Jing's consciousnesses intersecting, colliding, and being reborn. Time no longer flowed in a straight line. Like a burning flame, it split into countless dimensions, fragmenting the world. Some objects even began to evolve in reverse, returning from extinction to birth, from death to existence.

Feng Jing's existence seemed no longer an individual, but a symbol of the birth and destruction of the entire universe. Everything he did transcended cause and effect, transcending the definitions of time and space. He began to shuttle between different universes, like an omnipresent observer, but at the same time, he also became the shaper, destroyer, and rebirth of each world.

Feng Jing's thoughts grew increasingly confused. He suddenly realized that he wasn't just the creator of the universe; he was also the prophet of its destruction. Every time he tried to maintain the stability of a universe, it would collapse within his consciousness. Every time he created a new life form, it would instantly vanish, reduced to ash.

"Is this the ultimate freedom I long for?" Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness elusive. His thoughts seemed to be traversing an endless fog, unable to grasp anything substantial. He no longer knew if he truly existed, or if he was merely a part of nothingness. Feng Jing no longer cared about his own identity; he simply wandered through this vast cosmic maze, trying to find a path to eternity.

"You finally understand." The deep voice sounded again, "You are no longer 'Feng Jing'. You have transcended all laws and all existence. You are the 'origin' of this universe and its destructive force."

Feng Jing suddenly realized that this voice wasn't an enemy, but rather a reflection from his innermost being. He was no longer a single individual; he had become a tangled web of countless selves, the center of an endless dream, unable to escape this endless cycle.

Chapter 685: Feng Jing's Evolution of Nothingness and the Reorganization of Cosmic Fragments