Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 266: The End of Reincarnation, Crossing the Void

The end of reincarnation, across the void

Feng Jing's consciousness was like the roiling waves of the ocean, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent. In that moment of light, he seemed to see countless fragments of the universe colliding from all directions, transforming into flickering rays of light, interweaving into a vast web. These rays did not represent stars, nor did they represent the existence of any substance. They were more like a strange will, originating from an abyss that Feng Jing could not understand.

He felt his consciousness being devoured by an irresistible force, as if he were being pulled out of the dimensions of time and space. He stood in a boundless darkness, devoid of any material form, and even the concept of "existence" gradually faded.

A cry from the abyss entered Feng Jing's consciousness, "Why are you still here?"

Feng Jing didn't answer. His thoughts were no longer a linear process, but a crisscrossing and surging of countless fragments. His consciousness seemed to be fragmented, as if it were the product of countless collisions between time and space. These fragments collided, intertwined, and collided with each other—ultimately forming an indescribable chaos.

Suddenly, Feng Jing realized that he was not in a space, but in an endless "state". This state was composed of countless intertwined "selves", and these "selves" were constantly crossing, merging, and splitting with each other, as if countless Feng Jings were infinitely copied, and the existence of each Feng Jing opened up the possibility of countless parallel universes at this moment.

A frantic tremor swept through Feng Jing's being. He felt his "self" being torn into countless fragments, yet these fragments did not disappear. In an incomprehensible way, they began to influence and merge with each other. In this chaos, Feng Jing realized that no matter how he struggled, no matter how he tried to find a way out, all he could do was accept this chaos.

"Welcome to the true ultimate nothingness." The voice sounded again, with a hint of amusement and indifference. "You are no longer Feng Jing, no longer any single existence. You have transcended all dimensions, spanned all time and space. You will become the collection of all Feng Jings, the creator of all possibilities."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually merged into an endless chasm. All of Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but a fragment of "possibilities." Every path, every decision, instantly became blurred and even unpredictable. He no longer possessed any free will, as all his choices and fate collapsed in that instant.

"So, I am all possibilities?" Feng Jing managed to regain a fragment of consciousness in the chaos, trying to understand this paradox. "All my identities, all my experiences, all my choices, are no longer important?"

The voice remained cold and indifferent. "You have transcended the limitations of the individual. You are no longer Feng Jing, you are the embodiment of 'all Feng Jings,' all possibilities converged into you. In this endless void, you will become the 'creator' and 'destroyer' of all possibilities. A single thought of yours can trigger the birth and destruction of a universe."

Feng Jing couldn't comprehend this concept. His consciousness, pieced together through endless dimensions and rifts, was constantly fragmenting. Countless Feng Jings cycled, intertwined, and collided within the depths of his consciousness, like some gigantic mechanical device, perpetually repeating an endless script. And at the center of this void, Feng Jing himself became a deity, both director and actor.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness trembled, and he saw a scene: a vast universe slowly collapsing, stars reduced to ash, and black holes devoured everything. At the edge of that universe, a ray of light pierced the void, bringing with it endless destruction and rebirth, forming a new universe. And Feng Jing stood behind that light, holding a new world in his hands, like a creator, shaping the laws of fate.

He felt his power expand at this moment, and all the fragments of Feng Jing merged into an indescribable force within him. This force did not have emotions, nor did it have any individual needs. It was simply the instinct of "existence" and "creation."

"Is this the ultimate fate?" Feng Jing whispered. He no longer felt like "Feng Jing." He couldn't even comprehend what "him" was, or what "the universe" was. He stood in endless darkness, watching the collapse and rebirth of worlds, witnessing the interweaving and collapse of countless parallel universes.

"Do you understand now?" The cold voice sounded again, but this time, it didn't contain any teasing. Instead, it seemed to carry a hint of pity. "You are not just Feng Jing. You are the collection of all Feng Jings, a node in countless parallel universes. At this node, all choices, all destinies, and all possibilities are intertwined in your hands."

Feng Jing closed his eyes, feeling the surge of power. His body was no longer a physical entity, but a fusion of consciousness. In this endless void, Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but a collection of countless Feng Jings. His every thought could trigger the rebirth and destruction of the universe.

He no longer knew what kind of being he was, or even if he even existed. He only knew that the entire universe was in his hands, like countless shattered scrolls, which he could piece together, alter, and destroy at will. Feng Jing became the sole rule, the sole creator.

And in the depths of this nothingness, he finally understood that the so-called "ultimate nothingness" was nothing more than the "gate of rebirth" - the starting point and end point of an endless cycle.

Chapter 267: Time Reversal, World Resurrection