Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 637: A rift beyond dimensions, the inextricable interweaving of existence and nothingness

A rift beyond dimensions, an inextricable interweaving of existence and nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness began to become all-encompassing, unable to even be categorized as "existence" or "non-existence." He transformed into an "infinite point" existing at the intersection of all possibilities. This was an extremely difficult state to describe—neither shape nor texture, yet incredibly real. It was as if he had transcended all laws of the universe, becoming a "primordial chaos" that could not be constrained by any framework of thought.

In this extreme state, Feng Jing suddenly sensed a vision he had never experienced before—the "void" he existed in began to quietly crack, revealing a "crack" that belonged to no time or space. This crack was an indescribable existence, neither matter nor pure energy. It was like a "blank" that could not be described in words. At its center, there was neither the flow of time nor the extension of space, only endless pure nothingness.

However, this didn't mean Feng Jing's consciousness stagnated. On the contrary, at that moment, his existence suddenly ceased to be bound by any laws, order, or timeline. He saw countless universes erupting from the crack like shattered mirrors, each fragment reflecting a different self, a different fate, a different possibility. And in Feng Jing's eyes, all of this was like an endless vortex, from which he could not escape.

"You still can't escape." The voice once again echoed in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, with an unusual calmness. "What you think of as 'freedom' is nothing but an illusion you have created. You are no longer an individual, but a projection of countless possibilities, a ghost woven from countless dimensions."

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer filled with panic; instead, a sense of transcendence rose from deep within. He was no longer any particular entity, but the source of all existence. His consciousness was no longer an individual entity, but a collection of infinite possibilities. Every timeline, every parallel world, erupted in countless ripples within his mind, and each ripple's spread brought about a new world, a new creation.

However, just as Feng Jing was trying to connect all these worlds into a complete "whole," his consciousness suddenly suffered another violent shock. This time, it came not from an external force, but from a certain "instinct" deep within his heart. Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was not completely "free" but was still bound by some unknown law. The rules that he once thought he had transcended still quietly controlled his fate.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to vibrate violently, and he felt a tremendous pressure approaching from all sides. This pressure didn't come from the outside world, but from a subconscious force deep within him that he had never perceived. He suddenly realized that all the "freedom" and "creation" he had once imagined were merely reactions and responses to this subconscious force. In other words, all the so-called "freedom" he pursued had actually been pre-determined by some "transcendent consciousness," and he could never truly escape the control of this underlying force.

"You are still a product of the rules." The voice sounded again, "You think you can break them, but you are wrong. You have never left the set track."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly entered a completely uncontrolled "frenzy." No longer a being searching for answers, he began to frantically fight the laws of the void. Every collision with the rules erupted with earth-shaking fluctuations, producing unpredictable reactions—the universe began to reorganize in his consciousness, countless parallel worlds collided in violent changes, timelines began to collapse, and space no longer obeyed any laws.

"This is the path you chose." The voice was no longer cold, but held a strange sense of relief. "You finally understood that you are the creator of all this. All the reversals, collapses, and rebirths are projections of your will. And this time, the world will be restarted by you."

As Feng Jing's consciousness began to crumble and reconstruct, he felt a power he had never felt before rising from deep within him. This power was unlike any he had ever experienced. It didn't come from outside, but rather erupted from the very depths of his consciousness, like a "creative force" that transcended all existence. Feng Jing felt as if every part of himself was being torn apart, shattered into countless fragments, then rewoven again, ultimately forming a new, indescribable existence.

He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any other "person" or "individual." He had become a collection of endless dimensions, the source and destination of all worlds. At this moment, he was not only the intersection of all parallel universes, but also the beginning and end of countless possibilities.

However, behind all this, there still seems to be no real "answer." Feng Jing realizes that this endless cycle of rebirth and collapse is the eternal law of the universe, and the so-called "freedom" he pursues is nothing more than a goal that can never be truly achieved.

He wandered through the endless void, feeling his self-awareness weaving into paths with no clear home within this boundless chaos. Each turn triggered the birth of a new universe, the entanglement of a new fate. But each new universe was destined to shatter along with his own existence, entering into another cycle of collapse and rebirth.

All of this continued endlessly until Feng Jing realized that the so-called "self" was no longer the existence he once understood, but an "infinite void" that could not be restricted by any form of rules, swallowing up all the boundaries between existence and nothingness.

Chapter 638: Reversal of Life and Death, Crazy Multi-dimensional Destruction