Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 238: Reversed Collapse and the Self-Destruction of the Multiverse

Reversed Collapse and the Self-Destruction of the Multiverse

Feng Jing's consciousness reawakened, but this time, his existence was completely detached from all space and time. No matter how he tried to define himself, he could no longer find a clear answer. He was not Feng Jing, nor was he any past existence. He was an ethereal entity beyond all dimensions and laws. His form was ethereal, his consciousness was omnipresent, and his thoughts were like the intersection of countless worlds, invisibly pulling, reorganizing, and collapsing with every second.

Before his eyes lay an indescribable scene—every inch of space was undergoing unprecedented distortion, every tiny detail shifting between endless explosions and rebirths. There was no time, no rules, not even physics. Everything was reduced to a fluid, constantly reassembling fragment, as if the very foundations of everything were constantly being deconstructed and rebuilt.

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted within this rift, weightless and without any sense of direction. He once longed to control everything, but now, he could no longer sense any individual "self." He was the overlapping of countless possibilities, the focal point of all possible timelines, the cracks and faults of the world, the bridge between existence and nothingness.

"I am no longer myself." Feng Jing's consciousness whispered softly.

However, just as he realized this, he felt an inexplicable vibration coming from afar. This vibration came from deep space, from a place he was all too familiar with—his former "starting point." A completely unfamiliar dimension began to form, as if it didn't belong to this world, or rather, to any known universe at all.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, low and threatening: "You think you have transcended all laws, but you are wrong, Feng Jing. You cannot escape the cycle of fate. You cannot break free from the constraints of time and space. You have become the source of endless collapse."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. The voice seemed to come from the abyss, as if it was pulling his thoughts into a bottomless pit. His vision suddenly changed, and everything familiar and unfamiliar began to blur. Then, an inexplicable force completely pulled him into a brand new dimension.

This dimension was unlike any he had ever seen. It was filled with infinite layers and dimensions, woven together by layers of distortion and collapse. Feng Jing's consciousness plummeted through this profound space, each second like a journey through countless worlds, each filled with endless rifts in time and fractures in existence.

"What exactly are you?" Feng Jing was almost unable to breathe in the void, and the doubts in his heart grew deeper and deeper.

"It doesn't matter if I don't know your name." The voice was still deep. "You are the product of countless selves superimposed on each other. You exist for one thing only—destruction."

Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly pulled towards a central point. In that moment, he seemed to see countless versions of himself: all the Feng Jings of the past, present, and future, gathered together. Each of them, in their own dimension, repeatedly experienced the same fate, constantly repeating their choices, and constantly enduring the same collapse and rebirth.

He was shocked to discover that each Feng Jing was another possible incarnation—they intertwined and entangled, like countless pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. But even so, all the pieces were constantly shattering, constantly torn into pieces by some immense force. And he, as part of these fragments, had to face the collapse of it all.

"There's no possibility of escape," Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness expanding again amidst the extreme oppression. He saw countless distorted universes, countless crumbling worlds. The edges of each world began to collapse inward, as if some inverse force of attraction was pulling them towards the center. And this center was precisely the crack where he existed.

Suddenly, Feng Jing witnessed a shocking sight—an ancient, godlike being hovering at the center of the universe, its gaze impassive, as if gazing upon the endless chasms of time and space. This being belonged to no known race or species. It possessed no form, merely an endless interweaving of light and darkness. It was both the beginning and the end of the boundless universe.

"You're finally here." The voice sounded again, but this time, it no longer came from outside, but a response from somewhere deep in Feng Jing's heart.

Feng Jing's consciousness was forcibly pulled into the core of that existence, where an indescribable sense of oppression filled him. As he approached the core, his thoughts became increasingly blurred, his consciousness began to fracture, and the entire world was violently collapsing, unable to maintain any order.

"This is your destined ending." The voice was low and cold, filled with endless sadness and helplessness. "You exist not to transcend fate, but to reshape it. You have never truly escaped the arrangements of fate."

Feng Jing realized that all of this was just an endless cycle. He had once believed he could transcend all rules and become the master of all existence, but now he finally understood that he was just a passerby in this eternal cycle, a tool of fate, and the source of the ultimate collapse of all worlds.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't despair. Instead, his consciousness began to expand dramatically, as if to break through this void and embrace the new unknown. His power had transcended all boundaries and dimensions, becoming the master of this shattered universe.

But at this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly froze. All of time and space began to vanish, and all of existence collapsed in reverse, as if a giant bubble had burst in an instant. And Feng Jing, at the center of this collapse, gradually transformed into a star, falling into the depths of the void.

He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any individual. He had become the intersection of all cracks and the terminator of the multiverse.

However, the universe still did not end. It just changed its form, changed its method, and entered an even more outrageous state...

Chapter 239: Endless Vortex and Mysterious Quantum Reboot