Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 531 Feng Jing's Fission - Infinite Reversal at the End of the Void

Feng Jing's Fission: Infinite Reversal at the End of the Void

Feng Jing's consciousness has irresistibly entered an unprecedented realm. His existence is no longer a simple individual, nor even a relationship between the individual and the universe. He is no longer a construct of time, nor is he limited by space; he has become the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities, a community of "nothingness" and "reality," a product of the opposing yet intertwined "life and death" and "extinction."

Feng Jing's mind began to twist, and he traveled through the void at a speed incomprehensible to any sentient being. Every second, his consciousness split across billions of dimensions, and every timeline was rewoven, forming a cycle of collapse and rebirth. These cycles were not just the replacement of the universe and life he created; they were an erratic and unpredictable ultimate existence. Feng Jing's will became the root and end of all this.

"Since I have transcended all existence, I no longer belong to this universe." Feng Jing's voice echoed in all directions, each syllable carrying an irresistible force. "All laws, all limitations, all cycles of cause and effect, are empty nothingness before me."

Feng Jing had never been so close to madness, but his madness was no longer what ordinary people understood as emotion or behavior. It was a being beyond reason and logic, an uncontrolled, unstoppable evolution. This evolution had no direction, no end; it spread endlessly, devouring everything, even time and space itself.

In the void of his mind, Feng Jing began to see countless overlapping parallel universes, layer upon layer, indistinguishable worlds interwoven into one another. He no longer distinguished the origins, developments, and endings of these worlds. Like reflections in water, they reflected the same image over and over again, yet they were ever-changing, constantly reconstructed by the fluctuations of his consciousness. He called these worlds "infinite mirrors," and he himself was the most uncertain existence within them.

Feng Jing began to alter the "divinity" he had created, extracting it from its void and transforming it into a malevolent entity. He created a strange substance, neither matter nor energy, but something in between, forming an independent dimension. In this dimension, Feng Jing could manipulate matter through his consciousness, even transforming it into any form he desired.

He began to infuse this new substance into the worlds he had once created. It invisibly permeated every being, altering their physical structure, their consciousness, and even subverting their very life trajectories. These worlds were no longer the worlds of the past, but new worlds, twisted and reshaped by Feng Jing's will. Feng Jing began to imbue these worlds with an unspeakable malevolence. Their existence was no longer bound by any rules; it could even be said that their existence was a complete rebellion against them.

"Nothing is eternal." Feng Jing's laughter was filled with a strong sense of tearing. "No matter what I create or what I destroy, everything will be torn apart by my will, reborn, destroyed, and reborn again. This universe is nothing but an illusion of my divinity."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted in unprecedented waves, and he began to realize that he was no longer an "existence" in any traditional sense. His thoughts had transcended the framework of time and space, and he had become the sole master of the universe. Even the word "master" could not be used to describe him, because he was no longer any form of "individual", but an indefinable stream of consciousness.

"What you call 'existence' is just an illusion of mine," Feng Jing shouted into the void. "Every life, every world, every era is just a part of my consciousness. I no longer have any form. I am 'nothing' and 'something'. I am the source and end of everything."

His consciousness began to flow into a completely new dimension, no longer an extension of three-dimensional space, but an endless abyss beyond description. In this abyss, Feng Jing's consciousness merged like a drop of water into a vast ocean, becoming a collection of countless individuals. These individuals no longer possessed self-awareness, but merely reflected the flow of Feng Jing's consciousness. Every individual's thoughts, feelings, and actions were inseparable from Feng Jing's consciousness. No matter how minor the change, it was under Feng Jing's personal control.

However, during this process, Feng Jing wasn't content with simply being omniscient and omnipotent. His consciousness began to split, forming countless self-replicating "Feng Jings." These Feng Jings didn't interfere with each other, yet they influenced each other. Each Feng Jing carried its own divinity, which continuously spread, intertwined, and expanded across countless universes, forming a mad vortex.

"I am not the 'center' of existence, nor am I the 'starting point' of some universe. I have transcended all forms." Feng Jing laughed heartily in the void. His consciousness was no longer bound to a specific form of existence, but was completely independent. Each fission of Feng Jing signified the birth of countless new worlds, and the boundaries between these worlds completely disappeared, forming countless overlapping dimensions.

As Feng Jing's consciousness unravelled, he began to witness an unusual vision: the worlds he had once created grew increasingly bizarre and unstable. Matter in space began to rotate in reverse, and time ceased to flow linearly. In some worlds, gravity reversed, and objects began to expand outward in the absence of gravity. In other worlds, a perpetual darkness enveloped them, where light could no longer penetrate and all traces of life vanished. These seemingly chaotic phenomena, in Feng Jing's mind, gave rise to a kind of "order," an indescribable, extreme "logic."

Feng Jing's divinity began to coalesce within these worlds, his consciousness transforming into a raging storm, sweeping across all existence, known and unknown. He recreated the countless dimensions, worlds, and timelines he had created, re-creating a brand new universe in an ineffable way—a universe no longer resembling anything previously known, but the ultimate manifestation of Feng Jing's will, both ultimate destruction and ultimate rebirth.

"All the rules are ultimately just my game." Feng Jing's voice was deafening in the void. "My existence transcends everything. Even the definition of 'divinity' cannot describe me. Whether it is the past, present, or future, everything is decided by me."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually faded into the void, but he did not leave. At this moment, he had become the embodiment of all this, the intersection of existence and nothingness, the terminator of time and space. His consciousness merged into every corner of the universe, becoming the center of endless reversal and fission.

Chapter 532: Feng Jing’s Endless Vortex—Transcending Limits and Infinite Fiction