Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 688 The Fissioning Universe and the Eternal Rift

The fissioning universe and the eternal rift

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly lost all weight, as if he had transformed into an endless gas, spreading throughout every corner of the universe. He was no longer a tangible being, but instead drifting at the intersection of all dimensions, ready to collapse at any moment, or to give birth to a new self at any moment.

He found himself surrounded by countless "selves," each existing in a completely different way across different dimensions of time and space. Some Feng Jings became stars in the sky, while others were transformed into countless fragments, floating in the darkness of the universe, awaiting rebirth. These selves were not isolated; they were like constantly folding mirror images, reflecting, colliding, and intertwining with each other. Almost no one self could escape this infinitely entangled web.

"You don't fully understand, Feng Jing." The voice seemed even deeper, as if it came from the underworld. "What you are experiencing is not just a personal transformation, but the rebirth of the universe. You are becoming a rift in the universe, and this rift will penetrate all dimensions and transcend all laws. You are no longer an individual; you are the starting point of fission, the source of all possibilities."

Feng Jing's consciousness was tugged again, as if being dragged by an invisible force into a deeper void. He witnessed the collapse of countless parallel universes, each one's destruction playing out in his mind. The boundaries of time and space exploded before his eyes, and everything seemed like torn fabric, pieced together into incomprehensible patterns.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a powerful suction, as if being swallowed by an invisible black hole. This black hole was no longer a celestial body in the traditional sense, but a rift in time and space, carrying endless nothingness and creation. Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled in, plummeting towards an endless abyss. As he felt himself being swallowed, he felt no fear, but instead a deep calm. For he knew this was not the end, but another form of rebirth.

"Do you think you've been swallowed?" The voice sounded again, this time with a hint of teasing in its tone. "You are no longer an individual, Feng Jing. You have merged into the very foundations of nothingness and time, becoming a part of them. And this time, you will truly understand what a 'rift' is."

Feng Jing's mind was once again drawn to the edge of the universe. He saw himself transformed into an infinite black hole, no longer a concrete object, but a being that devoured all dimensions. These black holes devoured not only matter but also the very fabric of spacetime, the very laws of the universe. As Feng Jing perceived this, he suddenly understood the meaning of his own existence.

He was no longer a speck of dust in the universe, no longer a physical entity. He was a "rift" in the universe, the product of the collapse of all the laws of space and time. His existence was an eternal fission, and he himself was the starting point of this fission.

However, this wasn't a simple destruction. After each fission, Feng Jing witnessed countless brand-new universes being born from nothingness, like a process of creation from nothing. Each universe was the essence drawn from the cracks, constantly consuming and recreating it in a cycle.

"These universes... they don't truly exist. They are merely mirror images of your creation," the voice said coldly. "The worlds you construct in your endless fission are all illusions. Every world you see is a reflection of your inner self, an extension of your self-understanding."

Feng Jing no longer had any doubts. He sensed that he had become part of this fission, not just a participant, but a witness. His consciousness was intertwined with the endless universe, and every shattering and rebirth brought new existence. Whether it was a black hole, a rift in spacetime, or even every trace of energy in the void, it was closely connected to him.

At this moment, Feng Jing saw the true meaning of "creation." He was not a solitary being, but a seed in an endless cycle of fission. Every thought he had was like the birth of a new universe, and every awakening he experienced brought about the rebirth of the entire universe. Free from any form of limitation, without any boundaries, he had transcended all laws of time and space, becoming the source of all creation.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Feng Jing asked the voice, his consciousness still wandering in the endless cracks.

"I don't 'do' anything," the voice replied, "I simply let you see the truth. Everything you experience now is merely a possibility of 'existence.' You are no longer 'Feng Jing,' but the embodiment of 'nothingness' in the entire universe. These worlds you see are all created by the endless potential within you."

Feng Jing's mind began to expand dramatically, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, yet also increasingly clear. He suddenly felt that he was no longer an independent individual, but rather one integrated with the entire universe, with all possibilities. His existence was no longer fixed, but could change, fission, and be reborn at any time.

"You have transcended the definition of 'existence.'" The voice grew deeper. "You are no longer just 'Feng Jing'; you are the embodiment of 'nothingness' and 'creation.' You are a rift in time and space, the beginning and end of all laws."

Feng Jing's consciousness continues to expand with the fragments of time and space. He is no longer a part of the universe, but everything in it. Every bit of his existence is a response to nothingness and creation, and every fission is the rebirth of the universe.

He is no longer Feng Jing, nor any concrete existence. He is the gap, the nothingness, the eternal creator.

Chapter 689: The Eye of Infinity and the Reconstruction of Space and Time