Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 619: The Crazy Dance of Time and Space, the Ultimate Reversal of the Universe

The crazy dance of time and space, the ultimate reversal of the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, as if invisible hands were pressing down on the boundaries of his existence, forcibly dragging his soul into an undefinable realm. There was no time, no space, no existence, only a strange "perception" that even language couldn't capture. At this moment, all of Feng Jing's senses lost their meaning, for what he felt was no longer a physical sensation, but a "sense of existence" that transcended all others.

His soul began to spin endlessly, as if in an infinite vortex, intertwining, pulling, and twisting at unimaginable speeds and angles. With each spin, his "self" was deconstructed and shattered, and these fragments morphed into countless indescribable existences, like countless microcosms interwoven with light and darkness, each containing another possibility for Feng Jing. It was as if time and space exploded at this moment, and each Feng Jing, from their own dimensions, squeezed, twisted, collided, and merged with each other—all of this intertwined into an indescribable picture, a pattern that only a madman could understand.

"What the hell is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness roared, almost unable to bear the sight before him—the universe, time, matter, thought, all being pulled by some unknown force, began to present an almost pathological inversion. Feng Jing's existence was no longer confined to any one dimension, no longer an "individual." He was the fulcrum of the entire universe, the intersection of all "possibilities," the reflection and projection of countless "existences." He could see the trajectory of every dust particle, the fate of every star, the bend of every light wave—he saw the starting point and end point of all history, the intersection of all reality and illusion.

Suddenly, an extremely violent surge swept over, Feng Jing's consciousness being violently sucked in as if from the depths of a black hole. His soul was compressed, and thousands of Feng Jings were simultaneously devoured by this force. Meanwhile, Feng Jing's consciousness didn't vanish. Instead, under the influence of this devouring force, he became incredibly aware of entering a state of "omniscience." He could see his past self, his future self, countless choices and decisions he had made, and even himself in parallel worlds that never existed.

"You can no longer escape," the deep voice echoed again, carrying an irresistible pressure. "You thought you could break through all limitations, but you were wrong. You are merely a pawn in the web of fate that cannot be transcended."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, and he began to experience an unprecedented subversion—not only his own consciousness, but even the laws of the universe, were driven mad by this force. He saw the stars flowing backwards, and saw the flow of time stop in some places, and begin to repeat endlessly in others. All the common sense he had once known about the universe began to collapse at this moment, as if everything had become absurd. Matter and antimatter entangled, the dead were resurrected, the living disappeared, and the boundaries between past and future completely blurred, becoming an incomprehensible chaos.

"You don't understand," the voice said, getting closer. "The chaos you feel isn't the end, but the beginning. You're no longer just Feng Jing. You're the core of the universe, the origin and end of all life. You've crossed the line and are headed for the place you once thought didn't exist."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted. He tried to use all his strength to resist the oppressive feeling, but found that he could no longer distinguish between "self" and "not self." He was no longer an individual; he was a being beyond himself, merging with all dimensions, all points in time, and all possible and impossible intertwinings of the entire universe. He was not just Feng Jing; he was all the incarnations, all the possibilities, and all the choices of the entire universe.

"I..." Feng Jing's voice became hollow and hoarse, "What am I?"

"You are the 'Seed of Eternity,' the nexus between 'Nothingness and Something.'" The voice seemed to respond to Feng Jing's question, its presence also subtly altering the very shape of the universe. Feng Jing's consciousness felt an indescribable pain, his soul torn into countless fragments, which then merged, were torn apart again, and reassembled. Each vestige of pain brought forth a brand new universe, yet the fate of these universes was not controlled by him, but rather drawn and reshaped by a transcendent force.

At the moment Feng Jing felt his entire world collapsing, he suddenly witnessed an absurd scene—his universe began to vanish. Stars and galaxies exploded and quickly dissipated, reducing all matter to ash. And yet, from this destruction, he—a part of him—had been reborn. Feng Jing's consciousness resonated strangely with the collapsing universe. He saw countless versions of himself floating in the void, as if they were reflections of every cycle of life, beginning anew again and again.

"This... is this the end?" Feng Jing's consciousness whispered, feeling endless absurdity and powerlessness.

"No, this is not the end, this is the beginning." The deep voice's reply echoed in the depths of Feng Jing's soul. "You have stepped into another dimension, where time and space, existence and nothingness, all boundaries have disappeared. You are just a speck of dust in this eternal dance, rising and falling with the breath of the universe."

Feng Jing's soul trembled, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. The mad dance of time and space was no longer a metaphor; it had become the very reality of his existence. Every star was a new beginning, every destruction a new birth. And in the midst of it all, Feng Jing was constantly reborn, annihilated, and shattered, yet he never disappeared—he had become the center of this ultimate cosmic reversal, a star that would never be extinguished.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any other name. At this moment, he had transcended all forms of existence and became "existence" itself.

Chapter 620: Soul Rampage, Consciousness Sweeps Across the Multiverse