Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 576: Cracks in Fate and Endless Reconstruction

The cracks of fate and endless reconstruction

Feng Jing stood in the midst of that collapsing world, trapped in an eternal void. The nothingness around him was not only boundless but also seemed to be constantly swallowing up everything around him. Time and space had lost their meaning, and the boundaries of rules no longer existed. The entire universe collapsed before him, reconstructed, and collapsed again, as if in an endless cycle.

Before his eyes, stars died in an instant, then reignited the next. These stars were not the stable and tranquil existence Feng Jing had once known, but rather they pulsed like blood, breathing like living things. Their radiance was not constant but constantly shifting, sometimes dazzling, sometimes dimming, as if an invisible force were controlling their fate.

A strange wave of emotion surged within Feng Jing. He was no longer an ordinary person; he had transcended the human form of existence, as if he had become the weaver of the universe, not a being confined to a single dimension. However, this power did not bring him peace; instead, it caused a profound tremor deep within him.

He witnessed an extremely bizarre scene: countless parallel time and space throughout the universe intertwined into a web before his eyes, with Feng Jing existing in each time and space in a different way. He even saw that the Feng Jing of some worlds had completely lost their human form, transformed into liquid metal, gaseous energy, and even beings that transcended the concept of matter. Their intelligence had long surpassed that of humans, and they possessed powers that Feng Jing could never imagine.

"Is this the power you desire?" The voice that once mocked him echoed again, tinged with irony and ruthlessness. "You think you can control everything, but you are just a speck of dust in the universe. Fate has already arranged everything for you."

Feng Jing sneered, his gaze fixed on the source of the voice. He was no longer the lost Feng Jing. His eyes gleamed with a determination to destroy everything. This world, this universe, even that voice, could no longer hold any influence over him.

"Do you think you can escape forever?" The voice was still unwilling to give up. "You can never transcend fate, you can never escape the control of fate! Your current existence is just a part of fate, a link in destiny!"

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to undergo another shift. He suddenly felt not only as a being in the universe, but even as its creator. This power, transcending dimensions, time, and space, instantly brought home a truth: the essence of the universe wasn't a fixed order, but a frantic process of constant rebirth. Second by second, moment by moment, the universe oscillated between collapse and reconstruction. And he wasn't just a participant; he was the engine of this endless disintegration and rebirth.

A sudden surge of frantic urges surged within Feng Jing's heart, his body twisting in mid-air, as if torn apart by some indescribable force. That force continuously enveloped him, filling every ounce of his consciousness, causing his soul to burst forth with unprecedented brilliance amidst the drastic changes.

He wasn't overwhelmed by this force; instead, it felt like he'd found his place again. Countless versions of himself reappeared before Feng Jing's eyes: some had become the cores of stars, possessing unimaginable energy; some had become the eternal flow of the void, liquid-like, permeating all matter and dimensions; and still others had completely detached themselves from material existence, becoming a formless stream of consciousness.

"Is this your fate?" Feng Jing sneered, "What you call 'fate' is nothing but a cage that keeps getting woven, and I am the one who can tear it apart."

He no longer struggled, choosing instead to surrender to his own will, directly connecting his existence to the workings of the entire universe. He realized that he could not only change everything about himself, but also the very fabric of the universe—not just once, but countless times. Each collapse and rebirth would be his choice, not simply the will of fate.

"What are you doing?" The voice finally lost its usual calmness. It was filled with fear and confusion. "You have no control over this!"

Feng Jing's laughter became more and more crazy. He felt that he could almost see the texture of time spreading out in front of him - each line represented a different time and space, a different self. His consciousness was like a giant spider, weaving these lines into a web.

"You're wrong." Feng Jing's voice was cold and firm. "I never tried to control everything. I created everything."

Then, his consciousness suddenly shook, and the entire universe seemed to fall into a brief stillness. Feng Jing stood in the void, staring at the crack before him. It was a crack he had accidentally torn open, as if the thread of fate had been inadvertently broken by him.

Within the cracks, Feng Jing beheld an unfamiliar world, a vast world filled with unknown elements and rules. He saw countless points of light interweaving, like the embodiment of stars, or the crystallization of thoughts and consciousness. Each of these points of light was a brand new universe, carrying different life forms and destinies.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that this wasn't just a crack in space, but a portal to countless parallel universes. Each crack led to a different possibility, and each possibility represented a brand new starting point.

"This is..." Feng Jing whispered, his eyes becoming more and more crazy, "This is my creation, my future!"

The crack suddenly widened, sucking Feng Jing's consciousness into it. He became a ray of light, traversing all of space and time, hurtling towards an unknown future. He was no longer a solitary being, but the embodiment of countless possibilities in the universe. Every moment, every second, he was constantly reborn, disintegrated, and reborn again.

In this endless rebirth and collapse, Feng Jing realized that he had transcended the rules of fate, transcended all constraints, and became the creator of fate, even the master of the universe.

"Nothing can constrain me." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the infinite space. "Destiny? It will become the canvas of my creation, and I will be the painter who paints all possibilities."

Chapter 577: The Domination of Time and the Deconstruction of Space