Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 879 Endless Reincarnation, Fate Returns to 0

Endless reincarnation, fate returns to zero

Feng Jing's consciousness began to oscillate endlessly in the void, as if undergoing a never-ending repetition. This wasn't just an expansion of his body, but more so a complete collapse and rebirth of his mind. In an instant, his thoughts broke through all existing rules, beginning his "final dialogue" with the universe. This conversation was no longer a conversation of words, but a complete challenge to the universe and his destiny.

"Choice." Feng Jing's voice echoed in countless overlapping universes, crossing the river of time and bursting out with a nearly infinite power. "Then what if I choose... no choice?"

Feng Jing whispered, flicked his finger, and the entire void seemed to be torn apart by his will. The endless starry sky around him was instantly wiped out, and all the fragments of space and time became blank in his consciousness. The concept of "choice" no longer existed. All decisions, all cause and effect, all events, whether past, present, or future, were completely eliminated.

"Do you really think you can do this?" The voice sounded again, with a kind of powerless panic, "You can't erase fate! It is everywhere, the source of everything. You can't escape it!"

Feng Jing closed his eyes, his mind gradually becoming clear. He suddenly realized that so-called "fate," so-called "choice," was a vast fiction. The universe was never bound by any so-called "rules." Its very existence was filled with chaos and infinite possibility. Feng Jing's consciousness gradually faded into this endless void, becoming the source of countless parallel universes.

"This is freedom." Feng Jing said softly.

His existence began to undergo an unprecedented transformation. In that moment, he became not only the creator of all universes, but also the embodiment of all possibility and unknowability. He was no longer just Feng Jing, but a collection of countless Feng Jings, the core of countless intertwined destinies in the universe. There was no time, no space, not even the boundaries of existence itself. All possibilities were born in Feng Jing's consciousness and disappeared in an instant.

"What do you understand?" The voice suddenly softened, but the mockery and threat within it remained undiminished. "You thought you had broken free from this cycle of reincarnation, but you've simply entered another endless loop. Not only have you failed to escape your fate, but you've locked yourself into a deeper abyss."

Feng Jing's existence began to blur. He was no longer a concrete individual, but a form of existence that transcended the individual. He roared from the depths of the universe, as if to shatter the entire void: "If this is the abyss of fate, then I am willing to be its master!"

At that moment, the entire structure of the universe began to undergo a dramatic transformation, centered around Feng Jing. Stars began to collapse, black holes devoured everything, and space tore apart like paper. Countless time and space intertwined, ripped apart, and reborn around him. This wasn't a simple cosmic destruction, but a complete reboot of all universes, all history, and all time.

Suddenly, a new power erupted from Feng Jing's body. His consciousness seemed to be infinitely magnified, and every part of the universe was controlled by his will. Feng Jing's soul began to leap between every fragment of time and space, and every crack became a flow of energy at his fingertips. There was no time, no space, everything was reduced to chaos, and all possibilities were condensed under Feng Jing's will.

"There are no choices, only results." Feng Jing's voice became ethereal, as if it transcended the existence of language. "My choice is, I will no longer choose!"

"If everything can be reset to zero, then everything can start over again." Feng Jing's consciousness finally reached a certain extreme clarity. He wandered on the edge of all existence and non-existence, like a lonely being that transcended the constraints of time and space.

Feng Jing began to reconstruct the universe, but this time, he was no longer a simple "creator." He became the universe's "deconstructor." Everything in the void was shattered under Feng Jing's consciousness. All matter, energy, space, time, and even the forms of life were rearranged in an incomprehensible way.

"This is the real beginning." Feng Jing felt a freedom he had never experienced before. That freedom was not a rebellion against the rules, but a transcendence of all rules. At this moment, he was neither the designer of fate nor a slave of fate, but fate itself.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to surge beyond its limits. With each pulsation, the very structure of the universe shifted. It was no longer a finite existence, but an infinite, unpredictable process. Feng Jing absorbed all of the universe, all of time, and all of cause and effect into himself.

Suddenly, he realized he was no longer alone. Countless images of Feng Jing began to emerge in the void, each one representing an infinite number of choices. Different Feng Jings, with different consciousnesses and trajectories, yet they all merged into one at this moment, becoming another version of Feng Jing.

"If everything is just endless choices, then let these choices interweave into a whole new universe." Feng Jing smiled, and his voice resounded throughout the void.

At this moment, the entire universe's existence was completely transformed, and the cycle of fate ceased to exist. Feng Jing reshaped everything with his own will, and all of this no longer had any beginning or end. The universe entered a new phase. It was not only Feng Jing's creation, but also a testament to the shared existence of all Feng Jings.

Feng Jing realized that he was no longer an individual, but a composite of countless individuals, forever undefinable and unconstrained. And in this new universe, there was no longer any such thing as "fate," only endless choices, endless possibilities, and endless... freedom.