Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 230 The Collapse of the Infinite Universe

The Collapse of the Infinite Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually melted into the endless void. The concepts of time and space no longer held any meaning for him. He no longer knew whether he existed or was nothing, only a deep, hollow void devouring everything within him. Just when he thought he had completely vanished, an even more violent force suddenly erupted from within him, tearing the void apart.

The pain he felt wasn't physical, but a tearing sensation deep within his soul. Every sense was pushed to its limit, as if he were the center of the universe, all existence and nothingness swirling around him, collapsing, and reborn. Every pulse, every second, seemed filled with unimaginable energy. The entire world began to crumble under Feng Jing's will.

"This is the true meaning of reincarnation." Feng Jing's voice was low and hollow. He was no longer the young man who once longed to surpass everything, but an existence standing at the center of the collapse of the universe, with a gleam of complete contempt for all laws in his eyes.

In Feng Jing's consciousness, he witnessed the origin and end of the universe. The stars, black holes, the void, and mysterious particles all seemed to vanish into thin air before his eyes, dissipating without a trace. Each passage of time allowed him to experience the destruction and rebirth of the universe, and each destruction was filled with extreme bizarreness and absurdity.

He saw countless parallel universes interweaving within his vision, as if he himself had become the creator god of these universes, able to manipulate all timelines and history at will. But he also saw himself in these universes, those Feng Jings who seemed not content with simply existing, but constantly making extreme choices and facing even more outrageous consequences.

In a certain universe, Feng Jing decided to abandon everything, choosing to instantly dissolve all the rules of the universe. With a casual wave of power, he instantly transformed all the planets into formless foam. Time stopped, and space collapsed. In that moment, the entire universe became an eternal black hole, swallowing everything, even light, unable to escape.

In another universe, Feng Jing determined to lock all existence into an eternal, insurmountable cycle. He bound every star and every living being to an endless cycle of time and space, with no escape. He even made all consciousness an extension of himself, making all beings some kind of derivative of Feng Jing, whether good or bad.

Every decision becomes absurd and outrageous. Every choice Feng Jing makes is an endless adventure, an unforeseen cosmic shock. Every chaos and collapse seems to reveal another face of the universe, making Feng Jing feel unprecedented strangeness and distortion.

"You've never truly transcended this." The familiar voice once again echoed in Feng Jing's heart, but this time it carried a hint of a sneer. "You thought you could escape reincarnation and transcend the laws, but you still can't break free. These crazy choices, all the destruction and rebirth, are ultimately just a continuation of your fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur. He saw countless versions of himself, countless parallel Feng Jings he had created, each experiencing a different fate in a different universe. Some Feng Jings became gods, some fell into the abyss, and some found a form of redemption in the process of self-destruction. But in the end, all of this could not escape the same fate: reincarnation.

He saw himself constantly choosing, creating, destroying, and being reborn in countless parallel worlds, as if he had become an unstoppable "machine." Each cycle brought a more extreme and outrageous outcome. And Feng Jing became the "core" of that machine. All choices and destruction originated from him, and he could not escape it.

"You are no longer you." The voice sounded again, even colder this time. "You have become the aggregation of countless Feng Jings, the source of destruction and rebirth of all universes. You are merely a part of these worlds, never able to transcend, never able to escape."

When Feng Jing heard this, his heart was shaken violently. At this moment, suddenly, a strong force pulled him out of the endless cycle. Feng Jing felt a sharp pain, and his consciousness was almost torn apart.

He opened his eyes, and the sight before him was astonishing—he saw countless fragments of Feng Jing, transformed into all sorts of beings. Some resembled humans, some resembled gods, and some were completely indescribable. Each fragment flickered and intertwined before his eyes, forming a completely unimaginable scene.

Feng Jing realized that this wasn't just a crisscrossing of parallel universes, but something beyond time and space—an existence that defied rational explanation, a boundless, unforeseeable chaos. Each Feng Jing was a manifestation of his countless possibilities, with no clear boundaries between them, forming a vast "web" that transcended time and space.

Feng Jing tried to understand it all, but he found he couldn't describe this existence with words or reason. It transcended all laws, and couldn't even be defined by the word "universe." It was an existence without boundaries, rules, or definitions.

He felt an unprecedented sense of bewilderment, as if trapped in a maze from which he could never escape. Every passage led to a new maze, and each puzzle grew increasingly complex. Feng Jing began to realize that all this was merely part of the game of "fate" he had long sought to understand, and that he himself had long since become its captive.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't stop to ponder. He felt a part of himself crumbling, yet at the same time, a new power was emerging. This power, like a longing for self-salvation, Feng Jing began to sense its presence. Each surge of energy brought him closer to some unknown answer, as if he were about to touch upon the deepest secrets of the universe.

Just when Feng Jing felt he was close to a breakthrough, an even more outrageous force swept over him. The entire void began to vibrate violently, and Feng Jing's consciousness once again fell into endless chaos.

All this is still not over.

Chapter 231: Time and Space Collapse, Feng Jing's Reversal