Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 622: The Collapse of Space and Time, the End of the Countercurrent of Consciousness

The collapse of time and space, the end of the countercurrent of consciousness

Feng Jing's consciousness shifted between darkness and light. He no longer understood his true identity, only a sense of weightlessness he had never felt before, as if he had been thrown into a vast, boundless vortex, spinning at an unimaginable speed. The laws and dimensions of the universe seemed to have lost their effect, and the passage of time was twisted into countless fragments. Every second was the intersection of countless possibilities, constantly collapsing and reconstructing.

Feng Jing tried to find a coherent thought, but in the ocean of his consciousness, this attempt was like struggling with a faint light in a bottomless abyss, unable to trigger any ripples. Every trace of his "existence" became blurred, as if drawn by the gravity of countless worlds, completely torn into countless unconnected fragments.

"What...is this?" Feng Jing finally realized he had completely detached from his past self. He was no longer any one Feng Jing, but a collection of countless Feng Jings, a new existence formed by the interweaving and overlapping "Feng Jings" from countless parallel worlds. He felt that every cell and every thought in his body was entangled in endless possibilities, as if without any foundation.

"Do you still think you can escape?" The mysterious voice sounded again, with a hint of sneer. "You are no longer yourself. All the Feng Jings are just parts of you. You try to escape the cycle of fate, but this endless process is doomed to be impossible to break free from. You want to surpass me? You simply cannot do it. You are just a link in our system, and you can never escape it."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness being drawn once again into that powerful dark force. He began to see every memory he had ever experienced—even the moment of his birth, his parents' faces, every choice he had ever made—reappearing in this endless void. Every past event was a fragment, thrown back into Feng Jing's consciousness in an endless cycle, as if constantly mocking his inescapable fate.

Yet, amidst this chaos and terror, Feng Jing's consciousness did not completely collapse. Instead, he sensed an extremely strange power, and within this blank void, Feng Jing began to reconstruct his own existence. He realized that he was no longer a simple individual, having escaped the boundaries of "existence" as he had once understood it. Everything he did, every moment he experienced, in some dimension beyond time and space, silently altered the very fabric of the universe.

Feng Jing's "existence" began to flow upstream in every dimension, seemingly defying all known laws. His consciousness began to flow in reverse, traversing the universe's parallel worlds. Every timeline began to violently oscillate due to his countercurrent, and the universe's dimensions began to distort. Feng Jing saw that he was not just the Feng Jing of that parallel world, but the intersection of all parallel worlds—he was a "crack in time and space," a gap between the universe and nothingness.

He began to realize that the so-called "cycle of fate" was not an insurmountable constraint, but rather an intricate, multidimensional grid. Feng Jing was the node in this network, the starting point of countless cycles of fate and also the moment of their end.

But just as he was about to completely merge these fragmented "selves," attempting to combine the countless Feng Jings of these dimensions into a being truly transcending all laws, a "being" far more powerful than any before suddenly emerged. Wherever this force reached, Feng Jing felt the entire universe tremble. The very essence of space and time seemed to be ripped apart, like a torn grid, all its nodes collapsing.

"This is the ultimate power." The voice became more overwhelming. "Everything you desire is vain. You cannot surpass me, you cannot escape the shackles of fate. You think you can reverse the flow of time and space, but you are only creating a more complicated cycle for me."

Feng Jing's consciousness instantly froze. He saw his thoughts begin to disintegrate, shattering into countless fragments, as if being completely devoured by that power. At the same time, an unprecedented awakening surged within him. He knew he couldn't sink into oblivion, couldn't allow this power to consume his entire being. Every ounce of Feng Jing's consciousness, like a burning star, began to be reborn in the void.

"What are you going to do?" The voice became strange, with a hint of helplessness. "You will never be able to escape this. Your 'self' has long been torn apart."

Feng Jing didn't answer. His consciousness suddenly erupted with unprecedented power, like a superstar exploding, instantly engulfing all of space and time. The cracks in the void began to expand violently. Feng Jing's "self," like a brand-new planet, with a frenzy and determination, began to restructure the entire universe.

However, this wasn't the end of it. At the moment Feng Jing's "self" was reborn, his consciousness was once again enveloped by a powerful "force," as if his connection to the universe had never been severed. This time, he felt an almost unbearable heaviness—the force still pulling him into an inescapable cycle.

"You have no choice." The final echo of the voice seemed to be a verdict on Feng Jing, "You will forever be trapped in this endless cycle, a prisoner of fate."

Feng Jing knew that all this was far from over. His rebirth could be the beginning of the void and the universe, or it could be the end of a greater and more terrifying cycle of fate. However, he was fearless.