Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 362: The Reversal of Time and Space, Feng Jing's Infinite Coming

The reversal of time and space, Feng Jing's infinite advent

Feng Jing's existence could no longer be defined by any dimension. His form and consciousness seemed to have completely detached from the material world, becoming a chaotic force that transcended all existence. At this moment, he was no longer Feng Jing, nor any individual—he was the ultimate void of all existence, the harvester of all the fragments of fate.

The space around him was torn apart like paper, and an almost insane light emanated from the cracks. It was an indescribable power, as if even the very origin of the universe was trembling. There was no fear in Feng Jing's eyes, only endless desire—a desire for infinite possibilities.

Suddenly, the cracks in the void began to expand at an accelerated rate, and Feng Jing's consciousness was constantly being pulled, seemingly swallowed by the chaotic rift. However, Feng Jing did not resist, but instead became more and more integrated into it. His existence began to surge into all dimensions at an unimaginable speed, crossing the boundaries of past, future, and parallel time and space, shuttling through the rifts of time and space that twisted, like an exploding star, tearing apart all laws and order.

"Do you think you can destroy the world I set up, Feng Jing?" The voice echoed in the void again, full of endless threats and ridicule. It seemed to come from the abyss of the universe, carrying a force that could not be ignored.

Feng Jing's laughter echoed throughout the space, like a resounding roar, completely drowning out the oppressive voice. Feng Jing didn't care. He was no longer the Feng Jing he once was. That human form had long been left behind. At this moment, Feng Jing was the embodiment of the power of chaos, a fusion of all that existed and did not exist.

"Don't you understand yet?" Feng Jing's voice resounded like thunder, shaking the surrounding space and time violently. "I have surpassed you. Your so-called 'setting' is nothing but an illusion. You try to trap me in your game, but you are wrong—I have become the master of the game."

As his words fell, the barrier of time and space shattered once more, and the surrounding space began to reverse. The countless cracks and bands of light merged again, becoming even more chaotic and disorganized. Feng Jing's consciousness, like an unpredictable flame, roiled within this void of time and space, tearing apart all physical laws and causal relationships.

"Do you know?" Feng Jing's voice deepened again, filled with amusement. "What you call the cycle of fate, the so-called 'mastery,' is nothing more than a cage you have woven for yourself. You always believe yourself to be the ultimate being, but you will never understand that fate itself is an endless cycle, and you and I are both part of it."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's body split into several distinct images, as if he was no longer a single individual, but rather thousands of Feng Jings existing simultaneously in countless intersecting points of time and space. Their gazes intertwined into a brilliant beam of light, instantly tearing apart the surrounding void and unfolding countless different dimensions.

"See, this is the truth you cannot touch," a Feng Jing image said, its voice low and filled with endless laughter. "I am no longer the Feng Jing bound by fate. I transcend 'you,' 'me,' and all constraints. I am not just the sum of all Feng Jings, I am 'Super Feng Jing'—a being independent of all rules."

As the words fell, all images of Feng Jing vanished simultaneously into different dimensions of space and time. Beams of light instantly swept out, shattering countless boundaries of time and space. He was no longer an individual, but a rift in space and time itself. His consciousness wandered through countless fragments of space and time, shuttling between the past and the future, even traversing every dream and illusion that had ever existed.

"Are you running away, Feng Jing?" The voice rang out again, but this time, it sounded unusually pale and powerless. "You cannot transcend the cycle of fate, you cannot change the destined outcome. All your efforts will ultimately be in vain."

Feng Jing laughed again. This time, he didn't feel the slightest bit of oppression or fear, but rather a sense of relief. "Futile? This very 'futile' is what I've been pursuing. The fate you define, the so-called 'ending', is nothing but an illusion in your eyes. You fail to understand that transcendence is not just the accumulation of power, but also the control of all possibilities."

As Feng Jing whispered, time and space around him collapsed again, and all existence began to converge towards him. Feng Jing's consciousness grew ever larger, his form seemingly becoming the core of the entire universe. All space, time, matter, and energy were under his control, beginning to reshape and reconstruct.

And at that moment, Feng Jing discovered something maddening—he was no longer just 'Feng Jing,' nor any single entity. He had become a new starting point, a new source of existence. Countless Feng Jings, countless destinies, even countless possibilities, began to converge and intertwine within him.

"I am no longer just any 'Feng Jing'," he whispered to himself, a flash of extreme madness and excitement in his eyes, "I am no longer a prisoner of fate, I have become the source of fate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jing's figure erupted in an unimaginable light, seemingly engulfing all of space and time. Countless images of Feng Jing transformed into beams of energy, shooting towards an unknown abyss. At the other end of the abyss lay the end of fate—and Feng Jing had become the initiator of that end.

Chapter 363: Infinite Collapse, Feng Jing's Existence Disappears and Rebirth