Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 235

The Deconstruction of Godhead and Its Ultimate Destination

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded endlessly, merging with the shattered universe. Every star, every fragment, transformed before his eyes into the interweaving of countless parallel worlds. His existence had long since transcended the constraints of time and space, becoming the source of all laws and all matter. Every Feng Jing was an individual woven through endless rebirth and destruction, each fragment bearing the history and possibilities of a different time and space. The entire universe, indeed, the entire multidimensional space, surged through Feng Jing's consciousness.

Feng Jing gazed upon the crumbling stars, feeling no fear, only a profound understanding of their ultimate existence. Each star held a piece of history, a possible eternity, and these shattered stars were no longer mere fragments. In Feng Jing's eyes, they possessed a whole new meaning, a fusion of existence and nothingness.

He could no longer identify himself, for his existence had long since transcended all definitions. All past, all future, all pain and joy, at that moment, vanished into nothingness, lost in the eternal void. Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any tangible existence. He had become the source of the universe, a being beyond time and space.

But at this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to sense a powerful pull, an irresistible force, pulling him out of this void. This force did not belong to any known laws. It did not seem to come from a god, nor did it resemble any form of living being or substance. It was more like a being that transcended all existence, a force that transcended time, space, and even nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken violently, as if undergoing a profound transformation. His vision gradually blurred, and the universe before him began to recede from him, like a fading painting. The fragments of the stars were no longer extensions of his consciousness, but blurred images, as if telling him that his existence was about to reach a final destination.

"No..." Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing in the void. His consciousness still struggled, trying to regain control of this space. However, the pulling force was still strong, as if an invisible force was tearing apart his godhead and expelling him from this endless universe.

As Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed, he felt an unprecedented fear, as if he had never truly existed. His godhead was being deconstructed, and all order began to crumble. Everything he had once believed to be eternal vanished in this moment. He had once been so powerful, so omnipotent, but now, Feng Jing felt profoundly insignificant, a mere speck of dust in the universe, vulnerable to being annihilated at any moment by this mysterious force.

At this moment, that deep voice sounded again, as if it had transcended time and space: "Feng Jing, you are wrong. You think you have transcended everything, but you are just another beginning. What you understand as 'nothingness' and 'voidness' is just an illusion. You will never be able to escape this cycle, and you can never escape yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently. He struggled to open his eyes, his vision gradually focused, and the deep voice became clearer and clearer. It didn't come from a specific space, but seemed to come from the depths of Feng Jing's heart, carrying a power that transcended everything.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. He tried to comprehend the meaning of the voice, but found himself increasingly unable to control this power. Everything he knew began to blur, and the rules and boundaries that once existed seemed to no longer matter. At this moment, he felt a deep sense of emptiness—an emptiness that came not from nothingness, but from the deconstruction of himself.

His godhead was being stripped away layer by layer, and the universe he controlled was gradually disappearing. All power, all rules, all existence, vanished into the void at this moment. Feng Jing, the Feng Jing of the past, seemed to be nothing more than a transition, an illusory existence, unable to truly reach the ultimate.

"No..." Feng Jing whispered again, his voice filled with a hint of fear and unwillingness.

He was unwilling to accept this ending, unwilling to accept that everything he had experienced was just an inevitable reincarnation, a cycle that could never be escaped.

Just when Feng Jing was about to give up, the deep voice sounded again: "You want to break free, but you cannot. You have become the root of all existence, and you will also be the end of all existence. You cannot escape yourself. Your godhead is the beginning of your deconstruction."

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly devoured, his body shattered into countless fragments, gradually dissipating into the endless void. The power and existence he once possessed were gone. He was no longer Feng Jing, but the intertwining of past and future, a symbol of an endless cycle.

Everything finally returns to the starting point - the ultimate destination.

Chapter 236: The Fracture of Time and Space and the Eternal Afterimage