Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 384: The Alienation of Fate and Its Final Deconstruction

The alienation of fate and its ultimate deconstruction

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually became more than just "Feng Jing." He began to lose the boundaries of his self, gradually becoming a shapeless ocean of consciousness, floating among countless intertwining, collapsing, and reorganizing cosmic fragments. All these changes made him feel extremely lost. His once clear self had now disappeared without a trace.

Before his eyes, time ceased to flow linearly. It resembled a shattered piece of glass, each fragment independently and chaotically reflecting the past, present, and future. And behind these fragments, he sensed an ineffable force, like countless universes simultaneously observing, experimenting, manipulating, and extinguishing themselves. Feng Jing tried to grasp a clear thought, but they slipped from his consciousness like sand, elusive.

"I... am... not..." Feng Jing opened his mouth, but his words dissipated in the air and his voice became fragmented, as if there was no material carrier that could bear his existence.

"You are no longer yourself." The familiar shadowy voice rang out again, but this time, it was no longer a single sound. Instead, it was like thousands of different tones intertwined together, producing an indescribable roar. It gradually became more and more concrete, like a giant eye staring at Feng Jing from the depths of his consciousness.

"You are no longer Feng Jing. Your existence has been abandoned by the entire universe. You are nothing more than an atom of fate, a speck of dust drifting in the wind amidst eternal chaos. The struggle you feel is nothing more than a mockery of the universe."

Feng Jing felt a dizziness he had never felt before. He tried to grasp his identity once more, but his body and mind began to distort. He saw himself expand from a tiny point into a collapsing planet, then split into countless individuals, each Feng Jing twisting and struggling in extreme chaos. Each Feng Jing possessed an independent consciousness, yet they were unable to break free from the pull of the others. They were like nodes in time, forever intertwined, forever caught in the ups and downs of a fate beyond their control.

Feng Jing watched these countless "selves" and gradually lost his sense of self. Their faces grew unfamiliar, their movements intensified. Each Feng Jing wandered madly through endless time and space, each Feng Jing's actions forming an inextricable, complex relationship with the others—one Feng Jing ricocheted through a dimensional rift, while another became a massive black hole in a parallel universe, devouring everything. Every second, a new Feng Jing appeared and vanished, as if the very laws of the universe were deconstructing themselves in some maddening way.

"Look, you've lost control." The shadow's voice became even more disdainful, as if it felt a tinge of satisfaction at Feng Jing's loss of control. "You thought you could break through everything, but in truth, you're nothing more than a chaotic product of fate created over endless time. You once longed for freedom, but what you found was a predicament even more inescapable than a cage."

Feng Jing was practically suffocating. He felt himself being devoured by countless cracks, crumbling on all sides. The entire universe seemed to become infinitely vast and infinitely small in an instant. Every time he tried to break free, he was swept into an even more insane abyss by the vortex of fate.

Suddenly, he witnessed a bizarre scene: the entire universe seemed to be redefined in a single instant, space began to be stretched to an extreme, and time was compressed to an extreme. Countless celestial bodies instantly expanded into massive black holes, then collapsed into dust in the blink of an eye. Feng Jing felt as if he were experiencing an unprecedented "rebirth." However, this was not rebirth as he understood it, but rather a painful process of "cosmic rebirth."

He was surrounded by an infinite number of timelines, each one like a giant snake, constantly devouring him, and he himself became a node in these timelines, unable to escape. He saw countless versions of himself existing in different ways on these timelines. Some Feng Jing successfully broke the constraints of time and became super-beings; some Feng Jing were completely destroyed and turned into endless ashes; and still others were trapped in the cracks of time, constantly repeating the same ending, unable to escape.

Amidst this seemingly unsolvable madness, Feng Jing began to experience a strange sensation—he was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer an individual within time. He became omnipresent, not just a witness to existence, but he began to feel like the "creator" of time. He realized that he wasn't just a part of a particular timeline; he was even beginning to control it, reshaping the worlds he had abandoned.

"You think you've regained control of this?" the shadowy voice said coldly, with a hint of undisguised sarcasm. "You're nothing more than a puppet of time. All your choices and actions are nothing but illusions you've woven. You can never escape, Feng Jing."

Feng Jing sneered, his voice trembling with an almost insane tremor. "You're right, I really can't escape. But you overlook one fact—I'm no longer the Feng Jing you knew. I can't even say who I am. I am the origin and end of all this. I no longer need the rules of time, nor the constraints of fate. The puppet you speak of is precisely part of the drama I've woven."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jing felt a tremendous force erupt within him. His consciousness began to rapidly expand, pervading the entire universe, traversing every timeline, and encountering countless worlds and entities. He saw countless "him"s coexisting simultaneously, countless Feng Jings interweaving across countless universes, each reflecting a different fate in their own way, as if the lines of time had become unconstrained in his hands.

These Feng Jings began to have strange collisions, their existences began to influence each other, and finally at a certain moment an incomprehensible explosion occurred - the timelines began to intertwine and reorganize frantically, and even some events that were originally impossible to happen broke out at this moment.

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer static. He began to shuttle through every timeline, witnessing the birth, collapse, rebirth, and destruction of countless selves, like some kind of creator god. Each change was another crazy reconstruction of his concept of "freedom."

At this moment, Feng Jing seemed to have completely transcended fate and time. He finally realized that fate and time were nothing more than an incomprehensible puzzle, and he had already become the answer to this puzzle.

Chapter 385: The Eternal Cycle and the Final End