Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 559: The Rupture of Time and the Collapse of God

The Rupture of Time and the Collapse of God

Feng Jing's consciousness shattered like shattered glass. He had believed he had transcended all shackles, but at that moment, all his "transcendence" was mercilessly shattered. The darkness around him surged like a tide, as if the truth of the entire universe had collapsed at this moment. And Helian's voice still echoed in Feng Jing's ears: "You will never escape, Feng Jing."

Feng Jing tried to resist, but found he could no longer return to the self he once was, possessing consciousness and identity. He became a mere entity, as if he no longer even possessed the capacity to exist. He was merely a point of nothingness, floating in an endless void, devoid of all boundaries.

Suddenly, a blazing light from afar tore through the void. It wasn't light, but an energy beyond description. Like a vast vortex, it drew Feng Jing's consciousness in, like a devouring black hole, or a newborn planet. Feng Jing was powerless, drawn into this force, his body instantly disintegrating into countless fragments, floating in the light.

At the heart of this radiant light, Feng Jing suddenly heard a resounding explosion that echoed through the heavens. It wasn't an explosion from some physical space, but a vibration from existence itself. It was as if the very fabric of the universe had snapped, the very fabric of time being violently ripped apart.

He witnessed the most outrageous sight: millions of universes, entire dimensions shattering simultaneously, like cracks in a dropped glass, rapidly spreading before collapsing completely. Billions of historical fragments flashed before his eyes, as if he had become the recorder of all history, all past, present, and future unfolding before him in a single instant.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to feel an unprecedented shock. He had never seen anything like this before. He saw the gods who once controlled everything turned to dust, and saw the rules that were once unshakable crumble.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice entered Feng Jing's mind. The voice was cold and ruthless, yet it carried a certain irresistible pressure: "You finally saw it, Feng Jing. You finally saw the 'Rupture of Time'."

Feng Jing was so shocked that he could hardly contain himself: "What...a rupture in time?"

"Yes," the voice echoed, as if from ancient times. "You once believed that time was a constant force, forever binding everything to its path of progress. However, you were wrong. Time is not absolute. Its very foundations are quietly decaying. Your so-called 'transcendence' is merely a temporary resistance to the constraints of time. The moment you truly begin to touch it, time will devour you, becoming part of the void."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently, unable to comprehend what was happening before him. He had once believed he could break free from the constraints of time and become a being beyond all limitations, but now he realized he was nothing more than a grain of sand, a speck of dust in the torrent of time.

"Then..." Feng Jing's voice was hoarse, "Is everything a product of fate? No matter how hard I try, it will all be in vain in the end?"

"Yes, Feng Jing." The voice was filled with a certain sneer. "The liberation you seek is ultimately an illusion. Fate has not granted you freedom, but has imprisoned you in a time loop that constantly restarts. You cannot escape, you cannot break this law until you fully understand that your existence is not for transcendence, but for repetition."

Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled again, and his body gradually became transparent in the endless light, as if being swallowed by fragments of light.

At this moment, an exceptionally powerful force erupted, and Feng Jing suddenly realized he had entered an even more bizarre state. He witnessed the entire universe flipping around, the rebirth and destruction of all things unfolding before his eyes, as if all rules no longer existed. His consciousness was thrust into a bottomless abyss, but this time, he felt no fear.

Instead, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have returned to the starting point. This familiar yet unfamiliar place was like the node of an endless cycle, as if all life converged here.

This "node" is exactly what he once created - a brand new universe, a world full of infinite possibilities. But this world is not as perfect as he imagined. It is in a state of chaos, and everything seems to be collapsing and rebuilding.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally understood that everything he had experienced was just an ultimate reversal - from nothing to something, and from something to nothing. He was not transcending fate, but falling into the abyss of fate. Every rebirth was another invasion of this abyss.

"So... what am I?" Feng Jing's voice was ethereal. It seemed that his existence was no longer an individual, but a slice of the universe itself, an entity that was constantly being torn apart and rebuilt.

"You are the foundation of existence." The voice sounded again, this time without any coldness, but with an almost friendly tone. "You are not just a 'creator'; you are a combination of 'destroyer' and 'regenerator'. You cannot escape the rules you set, because you are a part of those rules."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to completely collapse, but at this moment, he suddenly realized something outrageous - he was not just a victim of the rules, he was the source of the rules. He was not controlled by fate, but the embodiment of fate itself. He was the bridge between creation and destruction, the starting point of an endless cycle.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to disappear, an unknown force suddenly surged in, and his consciousness erupted into a huge reversal - this was not the end, but the beginning of another form. His existence seemed to have broken through some invisible barrier and entered an even more bizarre and transcendent state.

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