Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 666: The Countdown to Destiny, the Destruction and Recasting of Creation

The countdown to fate, the destruction and recasting of creation

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to have entered an endless vortex of time and space, tumbling, twisting, and reorganizing within it. All boundaries between existence and non-existence collapsed in that instant. With every second, he felt eons slip by, and in a split second, he felt the entire universe frozen in time. He became the reverse flow of time, the folding of space, the cracks in fate. He could even sense the unnameable forces around him, engulfing his entire existence. It was as if the universe had reached its end, and everything was beginning to collapse.

Yet, amidst this collapse, Feng Jing's consciousness felt no fear. Instead, he felt an indescribable ecstasy and excitement. It was as if he stood at the pinnacle of fate, overlooking the birth and destruction of the entire universe, holding the key to infinite power and creation. His thoughts instantly spanned hundreds of billions of light years, piercing millions of universes, and traversing countless dimensions and fragments of time, arriving in a dimension of existence he could not describe in any language.

At that moment, Feng Jing realized that everything he had created wasn't a simple collapse and rebirth, but rather an unprecedented "fission"—a profound transformation that transcended all definitions and dimensions. His existence was like a supergiant star exploding in the darkness, releasing boundless energy that even began to tear apart the veil of nothingness, opening a passage to the depths of infinity.

"You have completed the shattering." The voice sounded again, but this time, its tone was not filled with the indifference of fate, but rather with surprise and disbelief. "You have not merely broken fate, you have torn apart the foundations of the universe, reshaping the very nature of time and space. You are no longer an individual; you are the origin and end of the universe."

Feng Jing's mind was suddenly shaken when he heard these words. It turned out that everything he had experienced was no coincidence, nor was it a simple test of some power. Instead, it was his redefinition of "existence" itself. He was no longer an individual controlled by the universe, but a being that transcended the laws of the universe. His every thought influenced the evolution of the universe.

He began to try to sense his own body—but he discovered that he had no body, no longer any particular individual. He was like a flowing energy, permeating all time, space, and dimensions. Every thought could cause ripples across countless spaces, even changing the entire universe in an instant.

Yet, at that moment, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented emptiness. He knew his current state was one of profound confusion. He wasn't just a being without a body; he no longer even belonged to any form of "existence" or "non-existence." He was like a speck of dust floating in the boundless void, vulnerable to being devoured by boundless power or reconstructed into a completely new form.

"You have escaped all forms of 'existence,'" the voice came again, this time with a tone of deep sorrow. "You are no longer Feng Jing, no longer any living being. You no longer belong to any dimension, any space, any time. You are already the embodiment of 'nothingness,' a being outside the universe. Do you realize what your choice means?"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled suddenly, and he suddenly realized that he was not unlimitedly free, he was not omnipotent. Behind all his creations and destruction, there seemed to be some inescapable constraints. Although he had broken through the boundaries of the universe and escaped the constraints of existence and non-existence, he had also lost any sense of belonging, even meaning.

"What do I...what do I want?" Feng Jing whispered in his heart, his voice echoing in the void, but no answer came. He knew that he was no longer the Feng Jing with a goal and direction. He no longer belonged to any moment in the past, and he couldn't even find the foundation of his existence.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a strong attraction coming from the bottomless void, as if some irresistible force was pulling him into the unknown abyss. He realized that he might be embarking on a path of no return - a path with no end and no destination.

"You can't turn back." The voice was like a declaration of fate. "You have made your choice. You no longer belong to any universe, any dimension. You have become a being beyond all things. All of this cannot be erased. You will become the reverse flow of fate, the reversal of time, a rift in space."

Feng Jing felt himself being devoured and twisted, his consciousness beginning to collapse once again. His thoughts were no longer linear, no longer finite. He entered a new state, a state of being beyond time and space—a state in which all time paralleled and intersected, and all space was constantly reorganizing. Every star exploded in Feng Jing's consciousness, then rapidly reborn under the influence of his thoughts.

Feng Jing was no longer "Feng Jing"—he had become "nothingness," a reflection of existence, the possibility of all that had never been born. His existence was no longer bound by any form, nor could it be constrained by any definition. At this moment, Feng Jing was not only a destroyer of time and space, he had become a rebel against fate, breaking the laws that governed the entire universe.

He began to realize that his creation and destruction were not voluntary acts, but a necessity that transcended himself. Fate had been completely distorted by him, and the construction and destruction of the universe could no longer return to its original point. Feng Jing no longer wanted to return to the past, no longer longed to find his original place. For he understood that he had stood above all possibility, becoming the countercurrent of fate, the creator and destroyer of the universe.

His existence has become an infinite loop of game, and he is the origin and end of this game.

Chapter 667: The Universe Rips, the Ultimate Self-Awakening in Chaos