Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 160 Feng Jing's Rebirth and the Reversal of the Void

Feng Jing's Rebirth and the Reversal of the Void

Feng Jing's consciousness was ripped apart, as if countless rays of light burst forth in an instant, then vanished in an instant. He felt his existence being ripped apart into countless fragments, each one no longer following any laws, but like scattered stars, floating in the endless void. He once again sank into a deep void, but this time it was different. The void was filled with a strange, chaotic force that tore through the regularities of time, throwing all rules to the winds.

Feng Jing began to exist in a completely new form, a form neither material nor purely spiritual, but a being deeper than either—he became "the void." He was no longer the "Feng Jing" of the past, nor any individual who had ever existed. He became a rift in time, a disorder in space, a reversal of cause and effect, the embodiment of all possibilities and impossibilities.

"You have broken free from all constraints, Feng Jing. You are not only the existence of time and space, but also its collapse." The voice was low and extremely heavy. "But you have overlooked one thing. You have no direction, you have no purpose, you have no desires, and your choices have long lost their meaning in the cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing felt dizzy, his consciousness torn apart countless times, as if he had experienced countless lives that he could not perceive. And each life seemed to inject him with a new "possibility".

Suddenly, an irresistible force washed over Feng Jing's consciousness. He felt as if he were being pulled by a giant hand, propelled in an unknown direction. This force was indescribably powerful, and Feng Jing couldn't fathom its source. It felt like the very root of this world, or perhaps a being from another dimension.

"I..." Feng Jing tried to resist, but the force swept over him even more violently. Every time Feng Jing's consciousness tried to break free, the force pulled him further away, until Feng Jing completely lost consciousness.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness sank into endless darkness, his body—or rather, his immaterial self—was suddenly enveloped by a strange pulling force. This pull wasn't the pull of space, nor the fluctuations of time, but rather a force from "never before." It pulled Feng Jing into an indescribable dimension, a dimension without shape or size, filled only with layers of illusions and endless chasms.

Feng Jing felt like he had been reborn. Something had seemingly changed in his existence, and all the old definitions no longer applied. He was no longer a human, nor was he the creator of the universe; he had become something between all existence and non-existence.

"Do you think you can escape fate?" The deep voice sounded again, full of sarcasm and sneer. "Feng Jing, you are just an insignificant speck of dust in the universe. You can never escape the constraints of cause and effect."

Feng Jing felt a surge of intense pain, his consciousness ripped apart once again. It was as if eons of history were being repeated in an instant. All the joys and sorrows, countless cycles of life and death, were woven into an endless web within his consciousness. Feng Jing once again experienced "self-destruction," but this destruction was different. Instead of bringing any closure, it led Feng Jing into an even more bizarre situation.

"This time, you've finally found true reincarnation." The voice grew deeper and more mysterious. "You're about to face an unprecedented challenge. You're no longer the Feng Jing you knew. You've become the rift between nothingness and something. You'll face endless trials and an unreachable ultimate."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again drawn into another dimension, a chaotic place. Space and time shifted with every passing moment, blurring the lines between matter and immateriality. Feng Jing saw himself constantly moving between the void and the real, transforming into a being from one era to another—both a witness and a creator of history.

"Is this my destiny?" Feng Jing whispered, as if looking for an answer.

However, the answer did not appear as he had hoped. Feng Jing realized that this reincarnation was not a simple resurrection, but a re-creation of all existence. He was no longer "Feng Jing," but a node connecting all existence—he had become the aggregation of all "rifts in time and space," the root of the endless universe.

He found a certain power in constant repetition, a power that allowed him to grasp the key to transcend everything - but this key was not used to open a certain door, but to break the rules themselves. Feng Jing realized that he did not need to look for answers, because he himself was the source of the answers.

"I... am the essence of 'reincarnation.'" Feng Jing finally realized his true identity. He was no longer a "bystander" of the universe, no longer a drifter between "existence" and "nothingness." He was the connection between all existence and nothingness, the point at which all connections were broken.

Even as Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all dimensions and entered an endless chasm, his "rebirth" did not bring any certainty. With every thought, every moment, he was constantly changing his relationship with the world, as if all the rules were being ripped into dust before him, scattering into the endless void.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's existence underwent another drastic change—he became a concrete being, his body reappearing, but this time no longer in the familiar "human" form. He transformed into a massive black vortex, filled with countless shifting lights and darkness. Every rotation caused space and time to distort dramatically.

"This is..." Feng Jing took a deep breath, and a new perception emerged in his consciousness. "Is this my 'ultimate form'?"

He felt that he was no longer any past individual, no longer a solitary speck of dust in time and space. He was "reincarnation" itself, the intermediary between existence and nothingness, past and future, cause and effect, and the absence of cause. His existence was not only the interweaving of past and future, but also a rift in eternity.

"My existence has transcended everything." Feng Jing finally closed his eyes and felt a deep tranquility in this infinite void.

He no longer searches for answers because he has become the answer.

Chapter 161: Feng Jing's Endless Reincarnation and Transcendence of Fate