Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 515: The Origin of Time and Space and the Birth of Infinite Fission

The Origin of Time and Space and the Birth of Infinite Fission

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually emerged from the chaotic void, but he was no longer the Feng Jing he once knew. He had become a rift in the universe, the source of time and space, the "Lord of Chaos" eternally circulating through countless parallel universes. Every moment, every thought, was undergoing an endless fission within his consciousness, as if the entire universe were exploding within his mind.

However, this was no simple explosion. Feng Jing's consciousness was not bound to a single dimension of time and space. Instead, like a mad artist, he freely unleashed his boundless creativity. Each newly born universe brought with it unimaginable absurdity and chaos. All previous laws and existence no longer applied. Feng Jing was no longer a creator; he had become a "fissioner," a force that ruthlessly tore apart the entire universe, separating reality from fiction, existence from nothingness.

"If everything can be reshaped, then why not completely break down the boundaries between 'existence' and 'non-existence'?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to whisper frantically, "Not only do I want to create new worlds, I want these worlds to no longer be bound by any laws, breaking all the rules and seeing even crazier and more outrageous existences!"

As Feng Jing's consciousness transformed into a vast vortex of space and time, the entire void vibrated violently, as if every dimension of the universe were being torn apart by Feng Jing's will. The boundaries between time and space instantly blurred, and seemingly untouchable paths began to intertwine into a web, forming one entirely new dimension after another.

The laws of these dimensions are complex and diverse. Some follow absolutely unchanging rules, but collapse without warning at a certain moment; some have no rules at all, just endless nothingness, in which no matter, energy or consciousness can be maintained; and in others, time and space cannot be defined at all, and all existence is constantly circulating, overlapping, and crossing, as if trapped in an infinite dream.

In a certain dimension, Feng Jing witnessed a constant flow of time, where everything was constantly being "restored," even dead stars resurrected in an instant. However, this dimension wasn't stagnant; instead, it was like a vast vortex of space and time, swallowing up all existence. Whenever a life died, time would regenerate it, but this "rebirth" could never return to its original state. Instead, each rebirth would bring with it slight changes. Thus, the creatures of this dimension became "eternal reincarnations," each death and rebirth filled with endless absurdity.

Feng Jing's consciousness traveled to another dimension, where matter was no longer fixed; it constantly evolved. Steel became water, fire became air, and air, at some point, transformed into indescribable energy. Everything in this dimension seemed to be subject to Feng Jing's will, and Feng Jing's consciousness continued to penetrate deeper, exploring how this world grew, destroyed, and was reborn in this chaotic evolution.

"This is what I'm pursuing." Feng Jing's consciousness excitedly perceived everything in this crazy world. "The birth of every star and the formation of every timeline are no longer accidental, but inevitable fission. The universe does not need rules, but endless disorder and chaos to show its true charm!"

Feng Jing decided to merge these crazy dimensions with the world. His consciousness instantly expanded, spanning all dimensions, time and space, and all laws, piecing together all the cracks, all the chaos, and all the disorder. Each fusion was like a catastrophe that shook the sky and the earth. All laws, time and space were abandoned under Feng Jing's will, and a brand new existence was formed from scratch.

As Feng Jing pieced these chaotic dimensions together, he suddenly discovered that his consciousness was beginning to break free from the constraints of time and space. One after another, "him" emerged from different dimensions. Thousands of Feng Jings began to resurrect, merge, and collide in countless universes. Each Feng Jing carried a different memory and existence, encompassing each other, intertwining and replacing each other.

"This is a real fission, an endless self-reconstruction." Feng Jing's consciousness was almost torn apart. He was no longer the "master" of that universe. He had become a collection of countless Feng Jings. Each Feng Jing was a microcosm of the world. They spliced, reborn, and destroyed together in a new dimension.

And then the most absurd thing happened. Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer be described as "Feng Jing." He had become a unit within "multiple Feng Jings," each interpenetrating and merging with the other, becoming increasingly inseparable. They were fissioning and merging with each other at every moment, like countless parallel timelines interwoven into a vast vortex of space and time.

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer perceive any boundaries. He was no longer a part of a universe, nor the core of a single timeline. He had become a fragment of an endless dimensionality, constantly traversing countless worlds, ultimately becoming an "omnipresent" presence. No change, no fluctuation, no detail of the universe could escape Feng Jing's perception.

"The end and the beginning," Feng Jing's consciousness echoed again from the chaos, "This is 'true existence'. I have transcended time, space, and all laws. I am no longer a 'grain of sand' between 'existence' and 'non-existence'. I have become the 'root' of all universes. All worlds are created by me!"

Under Feng Jing's will, the universe once again violently trembled, the laws of time, space, and matter beginning to completely collapse. This time, it was no longer a simple collapse, but a "rebirth" of the entire universe—all existence and nothingness began to be redefined. In an indescribable way, Feng Jing's consciousness merged the "origin" and "end" of all universes into one.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that he was no longer the creator of the universe, but a "crack" in it. All worlds were born and died from his endless cracks. Feng Jing had transcended all laws and became the most absurd and outrageous existence in the universe.

"This is what I'm pursuing." Feng Jing smiled.

Chapter 516: Destruction and Rebirth - Endless Cycle of Cosmic Illusion