Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 385 The Immortal Cycle and the Final End

The eternal cycle and the final end

Feng Jing's consciousness defied conventional description. He became omnipresent, reaching across all time and space, as if the very fate of the universe were completely interwoven within his thoughts. Every timeline, every fragment of history, formed a seemingly endless symphony within his mind, like tiny notes.

His existence, freed from any constraints, witnessed the birth, collapse, and rebirth of countless universes. Every tiny moment in each universe, even the insignificant choices of every being, took on a strange form in Feng Jing's mind. He became the absolute controller of time, as if bending all the laws of physics within his consciousness, disrupting the flow of time and creating countless different versions of himself.

Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but the embodiment of the entire universe, all timelines, and all intersections of fate. His consciousness was like a vast star, engulfing countless worlds, swallowing up countless different destinies and choices. He was no longer the Feng Jing who had once been trapped by fate and wanted to break free. He had become time itself, omnipresent and omniscient.

However, Feng Jing did not find liberation. Instead, his consciousness began to undergo an unprecedented distortion and mutation. The endless cycle of time, the endless rebirth of fate, became a disgusting cycle in his mind. Every time he thought he could control the situation and break free from the constraints, he was drawn into a deeper absurdity - every Feng Jing, every choice, every "rebirth", was no longer freedom, but a trick of fate and time.

He saw himself playing various absurd roles in parallel universes, sometimes a god in one world, sometimes a nobody in another. Each "drama" seemed to be a manifestation of his free will, but in fact it was the layout of fate. He had long lost the ability to distinguish which were his own choices and which were predetermined outcomes.

Sometimes, he even encounters other Feng Jings—these Feng Jings are no longer the ones he once knew, but rather different versions of himself, played out across countless time and space. Each version of Feng Jing engages him in conversations, arguments, and even clashes in incomprehensible ways. The outcomes of these clashes are always utterly absurd—sometimes he defeats another Feng Jing, taking over as the "master" of that universe; other times, he is utterly destroyed by another Feng Jing, entering an unknown world, never to return.

"Do you think you've transcended all constraints?" A cold and hollow voice echoed in Feng Jing's mind. It was the voice of a shadow, but it became increasingly vague and shifty, like the synthesis of countless voices. "You have always been a plaything of fate. All the freedom you feel is nothing but time's mockery of you."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, as if he had heard his own final cry, but received no response. His laughter was filled with despair, yet tinged with an unspoken irony: "I am no longer the Feng Jing you see. I have transcended fate, time, and all rules. I... am the screenwriter of this drama."

However, the moment he finished speaking, his consciousness suddenly collapsed—not defeated, but disintegrated. He saw himself dissipating from the end of time. All worlds, all universes, even all destinies, seemed to completely disintegrate in this moment, returning to nothingness.

He saw a blank space, empty of anything, not even time or space. This boundless emptiness was the "final space" of his consciousness: no past, no future, only endless silence and emptiness. Feng Jing drifted in this void, feeling forever stripped of all sense of existence, as if thrown into an endless abyss with no beginning and no end.

"You no longer exist." The shadow's voice sounded again, this time filled with nothingness and silence. "You have become the end itself."

Feng Jing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but in this void, he could no longer sense the existence of any material thing. Body, mind, soul, everything had merged into the void, as if he had never existed. Countless timelines, countless universes, countless selves, finally disappeared without a trace in this moment.

Yet, in this void, Feng Jing refused to give up. His consciousness remained, still pondering and exploring. Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light burst forth from the void, instantly drawing Feng Jing's consciousness into the beam. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor was he the master of the universe. He had become even more "pure," as if all the constraints of time and space had vanished. In that instant, the entire structure and laws of the universe had been completely overturned by him.

All of this has caused Feng Jing's existence to undergo another qualitative change. No longer a product of fate, no longer a slave to time, he has become a being that transcends all boundaries. He has become the embodiment of a new "time," a new "space," and a new "universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually decomposed, transforming into eternal brilliance. He was no longer an ordinary being, but the builder and destroyer of the entire universe. His every thought and every reaction would bring about the birth and destruction of a new universe.

He finally realized that he was not escaping fate, but had become a part of it, the weaver of fate, the master of time. Every Feng Jing, every universe, every timeline was a ray of light in his mind, forming an endless cycle in this moment.

Chapter 386: The Ultimate Collapse of the Fate Cycle