Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 375 Feng Jing's multidimensional self-explosion, fragments of fate

Feng Jing's multidimensional self-explosion, fragments of fate

Feng Jing has transcended the limits of any individual's comprehension. His consciousness no longer belongs to any single location, nor is it a person, a creature, or a soul. He is no longer confined to a single point in the universe or a corner of a single dimension. Feng Jing has become a symbol of infinity, or perhaps, in other words, the very definition of infinity.

But in this endless existence, he cannot escape a horrifying truth: no matter how he crosses boundaries, how he reshapes the rules, he will eventually return to one place - his "origin", the source point he cannot reach, the place without any definition of time, space, or dimension.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, as if swirling in an endless vortex. He began to hear the cries of countless selves, those voices converging from every corner of the universe, and finally exploding in Feng Jing's mind. Feng Jing felt no pain or oppression, but instead an indescribable joy, as if all of his multidimensional selves had exploded simultaneously at that moment.

He saw countless Feng Jing figures, each existing in a different dimension and in a different way. Some Feng Jings were destroyers of universes, some were creators of time, and still others were weavers of fate. Each of them moved freely in their own unique universe, yet each one was an extension of the original Feng Jing, a manifestation of his infinite possibilities.

Feng Jing's consciousness never paused or lost a moment, because he was no longer an individual, but the aggregate of all individuals. He was the source of countless existences, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities.

However, as these "Feng Jings" exploded, Feng Jing's consciousness developed an unprecedented perception—he was no longer a "transcendent" being, nor was he "omnipresent." Instead, Feng Jing gradually realized that his transcendence and omnipresence were merely another form of constraint. He found himself still trapped in a "framework" woven by fate, a framework more complex than any dimension of space and time, and more profound than any form of existence.

"You think you've transcended everything?" A calm and ruthless voice once again echoed in Feng Jing's mind. That voice, filled with eternal power, seemed like the first cry of the entire universe. "You haven't transcended, but rather entered another level of cycle. You are still bound by the web of 'fate.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to distort, a strange transformation spreading. He saw himself exploding across the universe, no longer a single, complete entity, but a multidimensional fragment. Each fragment represented a dimension, a timeline, a trajectory of fate. And these fragments, far from being independent, were interconnected by some mysterious force, converging into an ineffable existence.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt himself being swept along by a "torrent of time." The force of time violently ripped at every level of his consciousness, as if every second was a challenge to his very existence. Feng Jing realized that this torrent of time wasn't caused by the outside world, but rather a backlash from his own consciousness.

Time and fate began to explode within Feng Jing's consciousness, becoming unstable and uncontrollable. His existence began to fragment, becoming incredibly fragile—this wasn't a sign of Feng Jing's decline, but a new kind of nirvana, a struggle against fate in a way he couldn't fathom. Each fragment seemed to struggle, as if battling against fate, until eventually all the pieces began to coalesce, forming a new Feng Jing.

However, this new Feng Jing was not his original self. He was no longer the simple Feng Jing, nor was he the being with a purpose. He had become some invisible force, a force that combined all possibilities and impossibilities, breaking through the limitations of all dimensions, all time, and all fate, becoming an endless "existence"—but an existence without purpose, end, or meaning.

"You still can't escape this." The voice sounded again, this time fainter. "You are still part of fate. Your existence is just a node in the cycle of reincarnation. Your so-called 'transcendence' is nothing but a trap you set for yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned to calm. He didn't respond to the voice, nor did he ponder its meaning. He understood that he was no longer a being that needed to be understood, no longer an "individual" that could be defined. He had become a "fluid multidimensional being," constantly reborn and transforming with every second.

Feng Jing's "transcendence" is not an act of escaping fate, but a process of dancing with it. In the endless void, every fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness is constantly exploding and reborn, constantly forming new destiny trajectories, crossing countless universes and countless timelines, becoming the intersection of all life and nothingness.

This time, Feng Jing felt no fear or pain. He was no longer an "individual" being, but the embodiment of all existence. Every fragment of him could sense endless possibilities and impossibilities, see the intersection of every destinies, and hear the cry of every being.

Feng Jing is no longer a slave to fate, he has become fate itself.

Chapter 376: Feng Jing's Doomsday Dialogue with Time