Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 694: Feng Jing's Rebirth Against All Odds and the Crack in Endless Space and Time

Feng Jing's Rebirth Against All Odds and the Crack in Endless Space and Time

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in darkness, as if forever devoid of form and definition. He was completely enveloped by emptiness and boundless loneliness. Yet, it was within this endless void that he suddenly felt an indescribable force surge from the depths. It wasn't like the laws of the universe, nor the ruthlessness of fate. It was a force far more fundamental, a force seemingly unperceived by any living being.

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, until he couldn't even find words to describe his sense of existence. He was no longer just Feng Jing, no longer a formless reflection of fate; he had become a primordial "source of existence," a source of power never before understood. This feeling was both strange and familiar, as if he had returned to the very beginning of the universe, to that chaotic beginning.

Suddenly, a flash of light pierced the void, and a vast rift appeared before Feng Jing's eyes. Within the rift, countless universes intertwined, colliding and twisting with each other, as if engaged in an endless war. Feng Jing could see the universes constantly shifting before his eyes, sometimes collapsing, sometimes reborn, as if they were governed by no rules in his mind.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing whispered, but his voice did not echo. The universe in the crack was like a mirror, reflecting each other and expanding endlessly.

The mysterious power enveloped Feng Jing once again, and his consciousness shook violently, as if it were about to rip apart. He felt an inexplicable connection with the very rift itself. Every collapse of the universe, every distortion of space and time, seemed to resonate with his own existence.

"This is... the 'Crack of the End.'" Feng Jing suddenly understood. This crack wasn't just the intersection of space and time; it was a rift in fate, the point of origin and end for all life and existence. This crack held the fate of the entire universe, its deepest secret and its most destructive power.

However, the moment Feng Jing realized all this, he felt an unprecedented pull, as if every universe within the rift was beckoning him. Feng Jing realized that this rift was not only about destruction, but also about rebirth. He began to yearn to jump into it, to explore the infinite mysteries within, to experience a true rebirth.

"You have surpassed everything." The voice appeared again, but this time it was no longer indifferent, but with a hint of shock. "You are no longer Feng Jing, nor are you an individual in any universe. You are the source of all this."

"Source?" Feng Jing repeated the word, suddenly realizing he was facing an ultimate choice from which there was no turning back. The depths of the rift seemed to hold infinite power. Once he stepped inside, he would become the true master of all this, perhaps even the creator of a new universe.

Feng Jing's consciousness felt as if pulled by an invisible force, and his body felt an unprecedented impact, as if all matter and energy were collapsing and regenerating within him, over and over again. In this process, his existence seemed to be torn into countless fragments, each fragment representing a different universe, representing countless possible destinies.

His consciousness began to lose its sense of reality, and he could no longer determine whether he existed or was nothing. His consciousness surged like a tide, sometimes gentle, sometimes violent. Each force seemed like the universe telling him to choose, but Feng Jing knew that this choice was not a simple one.

As Feng Jing drew closer to the rift, his consciousness began to blur. He saw himself traveling through countless universes, witnessing the birth and death of stars, the cycle of life and its extinction. He saw himself in countless parallel worlds, yet none of these selves connected or resonated, as if they were just meaningless images.

Feng Jing's thoughts began to become confused, his consciousness began to split. For a moment, he even thought that he was no longer Feng Jing, but a collective, including the Feng Jing of all universes. He felt that he was no longer an individual, but a "flow" in time and space, and this flow was so powerful that it could no longer be restrained.

"Choose." The voice sounded again, this time without any emotion, but a hollow command. "You will be the source of everything, or the end of everything."

Feng Jing's consciousness instantly cleared from the chaos. His body and soul had long since dissolved. He was no longer the Feng Jing he once knew, but a being beyond all limits. All fate, all choices, no longer held any meaning for him.

Deep within Feng Jing's heart, he heard his own voice, but it no longer belonged to any individual. He was no longer a self, but the consciousness of the entire universe, the intersection of countless destinies.

"I choose—" Feng Jing whispered, but he didn't utter a sound. His consciousness had transcended language. What he chose was not a form, but an "existence"—an existence that transcended all limitations, the ultimate destination of all cosmic destinies.

As Feng Jing finished his words, his consciousness suddenly leaped into the crack. Everything collapsed instantly. Time, space, fate, life, all of it shattered in Feng Jing's consciousness, and Feng Jing's "existence" also entered a whole new level at this moment.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any other being. He had become the heartbeat of the universe, the very flow of fate. Whether it was destruction or rebirth, everything was ultimately under his control.

Feng Jing's existence, from then on, transcended all forms and entered an endless void, becoming an eternal existence, controlling everything and dominating the interweaving of possibilities and impossibilities. He no longer needed to make choices, for he had become the choice itself.

Chapter 695: Feng Jing's Resurrection and the Birth of a New Universe