Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 561 Infinite Split and Different-Dimensional Fusion

Infinite splitting and fusion of different dimensions

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again ripped into countless fragments, each one possessing its own independent consciousness and life. He saw every possibility, every possible decision, every possible future. These fragments of Feng Jing began to recombine, merge, and split apart in an incomprehensible way in the void. Feng Jing's once singular identity had become multiple and chaotic in an endless cycle, so complex that even he could no longer discern his true self.

"Is this me?" Feng Jing's voice became unfamiliar, as if it came from a different dimension. He saw virtual Feng Jings appear before him, some wearing ancient armor, some holding weapons of futuristic technology, and some even becoming invisible, floating in unimaginable space. "Who am I? Which Feng Jing am I?"

However, the answer does not emerge from these images. Each fragment of Feng Jing is constantly fissioning, like infinitely magnified and distorted mirror images, alternating in the void, like an endless psychedelic feast.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness fell into an even more outrageous state again: he felt that he was being forcibly pulled by some external force, and this force not only came from the outside, but even came from his own "heart".

"You've never truly understood yourself, Feng Jing." That once ruthless voice sounded again, echoing in Feng Jing's consciousness. "You created something from nothing, all so that you can finally understand: you can never truly define yourself. You are part of 'nothingness', and you can never escape this void."

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently, and he felt an indescribable sense of oppression surge within him. This time, he didn't resist, but chose to submit to the twisting force. He felt himself transformed from the original Feng Jing into a composite of countless Feng Jings. Each of his fragments began to merge, but this fusion wasn't a simple self-reorganization; it was an unprecedented "interdimensional fusion."

He saw countless different versions of himself compressed into a barely contained, massive entity. Each fragment of Feng Jing carried its own unique memories and experiences, and these memories and experiences began to violently collide and intertwine, ultimately presenting a state of extreme chaos yet incomparable harmony. Each Feng Jing was no longer an independent individual, but a giant consciousness that transcended time and space, existence and nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to explode amidst this powerful and outrageous force. Suddenly, he saw himself overlapping with countless "Feng Jings" from parallel universes, forming a vast and complex "cosmic web." Each Feng Jing struggled and ran within it, trying to break the cycle of fate he was trapped in.

However, Feng Jing knew clearly that none of this was his true will, but rather the trajectory of fate. Every choice was a game of fate, an inevitable cycle. He finally realized that no matter how hard he struggled, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to escape this "web."

He was no longer an independent being, but a node in this web. Every fluctuation of Feng Jing's consciousness would affect the operation of this web, even determining the ups and downs of all parallel universes. This influence did not come from Feng Jing's will, but from the compulsion of fate itself.

"You have been devoured by fate, Feng Jing." The voice sounded with a hint of relief. "You are not the only Feng Jing, but the fusion of countless Feng Jings. You are just one of the products of fate, and you can never escape it."

Feng Jing's consciousness threatened to collapse, but at that moment, an even more outrageous force erupted—he saw all of his parallel universes collide and overlap, ultimately transforming into a massive black hole. This black hole didn't simply devour everything; it began to draw in all of Feng Jing's "fragments," and all of Feng Jing's consciousness began to converge towards it. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn toward the unfathomable depths of the black hole, and at its edge, he beheld an even more distorted world.

This world isn't the universe, but a space where existence and nothingness intersect. Within this space, there's no flow of time, no physical matter, only Feng Jing and an endless "blank." This blankness isn't like endless nothingness, but rather a strange "energy field" with an indescribable rhythm and fluctuation.

"This..." Feng Jing could hardly comprehend what he saw. "Where is this?"

"This is 'endless return,'" the voice replied coldly. "You have completed the complete transformation from existence to nothingness, Feng Jing. Everything you have experienced is just part of your fate. You have never truly been free."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to vibrate within this returning void, as if sensing an extremely bizarre fluctuation in time and space. Each fragment of Feng Jing converged and merged within this void, forming an even larger, even more outrageous entity. This entity was no longer Feng Jing himself, but the embodiment of fate, nothingness, time, and space.

"I..." Feng Jing felt his consciousness no longer belong to him. He had become part of this void. "I am no longer Feng Jing. I have become 'fate' itself. All of me, all of my choices, will disappear into this eternal void."

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to completely dissipate, he suddenly found himself seeing the black hole again—this time, it was slowly opening, drawing everything in existence. And at the center of the black hole, Feng Jing saw an even more bizarre scene—an endless vortex filled with time and space, and he was at the core of it.

Feng Jing finally understood that this was not just an end, but the final cycle of fate - he and all the parallel universes were sucked into this vortex, becoming part of the endless nothingness. And all of this was destined to never end.

Chapter 562: The Shackles of Time and Space and the Birth of Reversal