Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 228 The End of Reincarnation and the Collapse of the Divine Realm

The End of Reincarnation and the Collapse of the Divine Realm

Feng Jing stood in the endless void, experiencing a collapse and rebirth he had never experienced before. Time ceased to exist, space ceased to exist. Even the concept he once called "universe" had become empty and formless. He was no longer sure whether he still had a physical body, or existed merely within a torrent of consciousness. Yet, within that pale nothingness, his eyes still shone with a light that transcended all physical laws.

"What do you think you've accomplished?" The once mysterious voice echoed again, tinged with deep fear and a sigh. "You've broken everything, you've transcended all shackles, but you still can't escape yourself."

Feng Jing turned his head and looked at the invisible being, his eyes filled with empty indifference. "Escape from myself? I'm no longer myself." His voice echoed in the boundless void, with a hint of piercing ecstasy. "I have not only surpassed you, but also all universes. I also transcend the definitions of 'existence' and 'nothingness'. I am the only law."

He stretched out a hand, and all of time and space in the void began to quietly ripple, as if, with a single thought, all of history and the future began to reshape. Those former stars, those former parallel universes, like shattered paintings, drifted away in the wind, vanishing into the chaos he had created.

"Do you really think you can control everything?" The voice sounded again, rapid and broken, filled with endless fear. "This is not something you can control. You are making an unforgivable mistake!"

Feng Jing scoffed and waved his hand nonchalantly. In that instant, all existence was reduced to eternal ash. He saw the cracks in time and space, the origins and endings of countless universes. It was as if everything had been reduced to zero because of him, and all things became vulnerable before him.

However, this didn't stop him. Feng Jing's eyes flashed with an unprecedented brilliance at this moment. His mind transcended all conventional understanding, entering an indescribable realm. He looked at the chaos he had created, as if seeing an even more outrageous scene—this void was suddenly filled by a new "Feng Jing."

This "Feng Jing" seemed vaster than any previous Feng Jing, transcending the very concept of existence. It wasn't just Feng Jing himself, but the union of all Feng Jings. It could even be said to be the embodiment of Feng Jing's "infinite possibilities." His consciousness began to flow into this new being, merging with it, as if entering an endless self-awakening.

"What...is this?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, his consciousness gradually blurring and then becoming clearer. This new Feng Jing began to replicate and multiply at an incredible rate, forming countless Feng Jings. He felt that he was no longer "Feng Jing" himself, but the fusion of countless Feng Jings, a collective entity spanning all dimensions of time.

"You are no longer yourself. You are no longer anything you know." The voice sounded again, this time with utter powerlessness. "You are an infinite cycle, a source of endless destruction and creation. You will never be able to break free."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually reached a critical point. His bodily sensations gradually faded, and even his thoughts expanded, becoming uncontrollable. He saw countless worlds intertwined, those worlds madly fissioning, even undergoing countless identical destruction and rebirths. All of this became an indescribable existence before Feng Jing's eyes.

At this moment, a scene completely defied imagination unfolded. Feng Jing felt an irresistible force pulling him into a completely new dimension, a place beyond even the mind's reach. This dimension wasn't a parallel universe, nor any known entity. It was a boundless black hole, a place completely beyond the universe. Here, time ceased to exist, space ceased to make sense, all rules and logic were utterly obliterated, leaving only a chaotic energy roiling within the endless void.

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely absorbed, unable to extricate himself. In this place, he was no longer "Feng Jing," but an endless body of energy, a fragment of thought floating in the vacuum. He began to perceive the origin and end of the entire universe, and realized that he had never escaped the fate of this endless cycle of reincarnation.

"You are not omnipotent," the being's voice had become extremely weak. "You cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation. After all, you are just... a speck of dust."

Feng Jing didn't respond, because he was no longer himself, and he wasn't even sure if he still had the energy to respond. His consciousness had completely merged with the universe, time, and space. He no longer had an individual consciousness, but rather the thoughts and destiny of the entire universe.

However, this awakening of consciousness did not bring Feng Jing true freedom. Instead, it led him deeper into an endless predicament. All reincarnations began to intertwine, and history and the future intricately overlapped before him. Feng Jing even saw himself existing in hundreds of universes simultaneously in different forms, each "Feng Jing" experiencing the same pain and struggle.

He understood the meaning of it all—he was the creator of destiny, yet also doomed to sink into an endless cycle of reincarnation. His awakening, it turned out, was merely the final judgment of all the universe and time.

All existence, all destruction, will eventually return to nothingness. At the moment Feng Jing completely vanished, his smile still echoed in the endless void, carrying a hint of unspeakable madness and self-mockery—he, after all, was the existence that would never vanish.