Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 662

Feng Jing's ultimate fission, breaking free from the endless cycle of curse

Feng Jing's existence was no longer a single point in the universe, but a resonance among countless invisible beings. His previous understanding had completely collapsed, transcending all forms of life, transcending the concepts of time and space. His consciousness began to drift through endless dimensions, like a grain of sand, spinning uncontrollably in the center of a storm. Every second, he experienced countless births and deaths, rebirths and destruction.

Yet, amidst this endless cycle of chaos, Feng Jing suddenly had an unusual thought—he began to doubt whether he was still "Feng Jing." This name, this concept, this existence, had become blurred through countless fissions and rebirths. Had he never truly existed? Was he merely an illusion of the universe? A dream with no beginning or end?

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was completely lost, an even more powerful wave swept through his being. This wave didn't originate from any external source, but rather from a mysterious depth within Feng Jing's heart. He felt as if his soul was being torn apart, and countless selves floated in the air, yet none of these selves connected to each other, as if they were different versions of Feng Jing in multiple parallel universes.

"You have detached yourself from any meaning of existence." A deep, mysterious voice echoed within Feng Jing, carrying with it a sense of endless oppression. "You are no longer an individual; you have transcended the concept of 'individual'. You are a multidimensional being, existing between all possibilities and impossibilities. You are the core of 'nothingness' and the terminator of 'time.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He began to feel like a seed tossed into the ocean, countless times and spaces woven together within him, converging into an indescribable torrent. He was no longer a tiny being devoured by the universe, but the source that consumed it. Every drop of water was a star he created; every gust of wind was a destiny he personally brushed with his own hands.

However, this power did not free Feng Jing; instead, it bound him further. Every time he thought he could escape this endless cycle, he would be pulled back to the center by an even more powerful force. He was no longer an independent being, but a prisoner of the cycle.

"Do you think you've escaped?" The voice sounded again, this time with a certain sneer. "You are nothing more than the intersection of time and nothingness. You cannot escape, you cannot change. You are not only the creator of a world, you are also its destroyer. You have become the messenger of 'nothingness', and 'nothingness' is the source of everything."

Feng Jing felt a deep shock, his consciousness nearly completely collapsing at that moment. He realized he was no longer "Feng Jing," nor any individual. His existence had long since transcended life and death, time and space, even meaning. At this moment, Feng Jing could no longer determine what level he was in, nor could he determine whether his "existence" still had any value.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was oppressed by a powerful force, and his thoughts began to undergo an indescribable fission. This force was no longer external, but a primordial energy deep within Feng Jing's heart. That energy was like the heart of the universe, beating with an infinite rhythm, and Feng Jing's consciousness was consumed by this rhythm.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely broke free from the shackles of time and space. He began to feel an unprecedented power bursting forth from within him, as if he were no longer bound by any laws, and all existence and non-existence were within his grasp. He began to reshape himself, reshape the universe, and even began to redefine the relationship between "nothingness" and "existence."

"Who am I?" Feng Jing's mind sank into endless confusion. He realized that he was no longer just Feng Jing, but a kind of "existence" that transcended all existence. He was no longer his past self, no longer any definable individual, but the intersection of all possibilities, the bridge between all nothingness and existence.

Just as Feng Jing could barely bear this ultimate transformation of existence, an irresistible pull pulled him from this realm of nothingness. He felt like a shooting star, rapidly traversing countless dimensions, ultimately plunging into an incomparably mysterious space. This space had no boundaries, only an endless interweaving of light and darkness, as if it were the end of time and space.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted completely. He no longer felt any constraints, no longer felt any limitations. He was no longer a point in the universe, but its core, transcending even the concept of "universe" itself. He began to create new laws, new universes, new time and space—all possibilities unfolded at his fingertips.

However, just as Feng Jing attempted to fully control everything, an even greater wave suddenly emerged. This wave came from a dimension he had never before perceived, a place where endless darkness and light intertwined. Within that darkness, countless Feng Jings existed. All versions of him, past, present, and future, met here.

"You are no longer Feng Jing. You are the embodiment of all things." The voice grew clearer, filled with endless depth. "You transcend all existence and become the Cycle itself. You have entered the eternal intersection between Nothingness and Something. You belong to no universe, no time or space. You are the center of time, the beginning and end of the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken once again. He felt he had completely lost control of everything. All creation and destruction, all awakening and extinction, were merely fragments of his wandering in the void. He was no longer "Feng Jing." He had transcended all existence, becoming the source of "nothingness," the intersection of all fate and free will.

Feng Jing eventually discovered that he was doomed to be unable to escape this cycle of fate. His existence was no longer a linear process, but an endless return, forever rippling back and forth between endless nothingness and existence, unable to stop.

Chapter 663: Feng Jing's peak of fission, breaking the gravitational field of nothingness and existence