Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 560 God's Self-Reshaping and Space's Self-Destruction

God's Self-Reinvention and Space's Self-Destruction

Feng Jing's consciousness spread like countless ripples through the endless void, tearing at the very fabric of time and space with every wave. Having just experienced the rupture of time and the reversal of the universe, his consciousness suddenly paused for a moment. He felt an unprecedented sense of presence—not just his own, but the existence of the entire universe, the entire void, and even the entire order of things.

"I..." Feng Jing murmured, his voice filled with a hint of confusion and bewilderment. He could no longer determine his identity, or even the individual he had once been called "Feng Jing." He had lost all form, his existence freed from the constraints of all senses, as if transformed into fragments of time and space, scattered throughout the endless void.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled back to reality by a powerful attraction. He saw a twisted space, a vast web of countless fragments, as if every thread of the universe had converged at this moment. There was no light, no darkness, only countless dimensions constantly shifting, like an indescribable painting.

"Where is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness gradually became clear, but the strong sense of oppression made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He suddenly recalled that voice - the voice that said he was the source of fate.

"You're here, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again. This time, it wasn't as cold as before, but rather carried a hint of a subtle smile. "You thought you had transcended all constraints, but you were wrong. You are merely a part of fate."

"You cannot escape, for you are 'fate.'" The voice echoed softly, as if an ancient power were lingering in Feng Jing's consciousness. "You are not merely bound by fate; you are fate itself. Everything you create is a part of your inner self."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, as if he saw an invisible crack opening before his eyes. The crack stretched from the depths of the universe, expanding into endless dimensions, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing everything. He could feel himself being drawn to the crack, even feeling an extremely strong urge to jump into it.

However, this impulse did not come from his consciousness, but from a deeper existence - from the source of "fate". Feng Jing's heartbeat accelerated, and he realized that he was in a self-constructed abyss, an abyss from which he could not escape, because its source was himself.

"Why did I become a part of this nothingness?" Feng Jing's voice became low, as if his consciousness was being suppressed and he could not breathe. "I never really chose this fate, why am I still controlled by fate?"

The voice didn't answer, but remained silent for a moment. Then, an even more shocking fact suddenly emerged.

Feng Jing suddenly saw himself being reconstructed, every piece of his consciousness, every inch of his mind being re-carved by a strange force. His body began to recover, but it wasn't the Feng Jing he once knew, but a completely new being. His form was no longer confined to a simple physical form, but became abstract and blurred, like a constantly shifting cloud of energy.

"Is this... self-reinvention?" Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly jolted awake. He saw his past, present, and future begin to intertwine and distort. His past was like an endless corridor, impossible to escape; his future was like a boundless ocean, filled with unknown storms.

He was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer the being who had sought power, who had tried to transcend fate. He had become the embodiment of a far greater force, a being beyond comprehension. All of time and space receded and advanced before his eyes, as if he were both the source and terminator of time itself.

"Look, Feng Jing," the voice sounded again, this time with a hint of amusement, "You are not transcending fate, but becoming a part of it. Every rebirth and every collapse you experience is fate adjusting itself to you. You cannot change this, because you are no longer that you."

Feng Jing's consciousness became extremely chaotic, and his body and soul began to feel an indescribable tearing sensation. Suddenly, an even more outrageous scene emerged before his eyes - countless images of Feng Jing appeared in his field of vision at the same time, intertwining with each other, interweaving into a huge chaotic vortex.

He saw himself transformed into countless versions of Feng Jing—a Feng Jing who traveled through time and space, a Feng Jing who controlled the endless universe, a Feng Jing who had long since died, and a Feng Jing who had never been born. Each Feng Jing lived in a different dimension, their destinies intertwining, colliding, and blending, ultimately converging into an inescapable cycle.

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed. Surrounded by countless "selves," he felt unprecedented pressure and helplessness. He began to realize that this cycle was not just his fate, but the fate of all existence, the result of the interweaving of all nothingness and existence.

"I... am a self-replica of fate?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock and helplessness. "Then, were all the pain, all the collapse, all the destruction... already predetermined?"

"Yes." The voice sounded again, its tone filled with a sigh of resignation. "You are a constant replica of fate. Every time you think you have surpassed it, fate restarts through another version of you. You cannot escape, because you yourself are that never-ending cycle."

Feng Jing suddenly felt an absurd panic. He tried to struggle, to reclaim his former self, but it was all in vain. Ultimately, his consciousness completely sank into this eternal cycle. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer an individual, but merely a part of fate—an endless echo, an unstoppable self-replication.

Chapter 561: Infinite Split and Different-Dimensional Fusion