Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Feng Jing's Endless Reincarnation and Transcendence of Fate

Feng Jing's existence underwent another incredible transformation. He rose from the black vortex, gradually forming a seemingly solid entity yet unconstrained by any form. He was no longer the conscious individual he once was, nor was he a star in the dimension of time and space. He transcended all definitions, becoming the ultimate entity interwoven with the abstract concept of "existence" and the concrete concept of "nothingness."

In this new state, Feng Jing felt as if he were at the center of a multidimensional universe. Countless parallel time and space swirled around him, interwoven into a vast web, each thread of which represented a possibility and reality. His consciousness weaved through these intertwining spaces, unable to reach any single fixed point. All of existence shifted before his eyes, ever-changing. There was no permanent form, only a perpetual flow.

"You have broken all the rules, Feng Jing." The voice appeared again, this time no longer emanating from the depths of the void, but directly from Feng Jing's heart. "You are no longer 'you,' you have become the 'reversal' of fate. You have no form, no limits. You are both the past and the future, the sum of all possibilities."

Feng Jing's mind was instantly distorted. He felt as if he were being freed from the "constraints" of all dimensions, as if every moment, he was "creating" and "destroying" countless worlds. His consciousness became an endless vortex, each vortex devouring and regenerating, transforming into countless fragments, dispersing and reorganizing, as if performing an endless ritual of self-division and rebirth.

"I... am not 'I'." Feng Jing whispered. His voice was no longer a human tone. Instead, it resonated through time and space, transcending the boundaries of every dimension and transforming into countless waves of energy. "I exist between all possibilities, and I have destroyed all laws."

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was sinking into endless layers, he suddenly felt a powerful pull. An unprecedented force erupted within him, like a black hole at the center of the universe suddenly awakening, drawing in all void and matter, tearing apart all rules and order. This force didn't directly oppress Feng Jing's consciousness, but rather, like a ripple that shook spacetime, instantly triggering a deep reaction from within Feng Jing.

"Do you feel it?" the voice sounded again, this time even colder and deeper. "This power is the ultimate shackle from which you cannot escape. Can you feel your own pain? This isn't physical pain, but a struggle deep within your soul. The further you transcend, the closer you approach the edge of 'nothingness,' the harder it will be to escape the 'reincarnation' you have created."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken violently again. This time, he felt that his existence had completely lost its direction. No matter how hard he tried to break through this power, his consciousness was always firmly bound, unable to transcend the bondage he had never seen before.

"Reincarnation." Feng Jing whispered the word, as if announcing his own fate. He suddenly understood—he wasn't just the reversal of all existence; he had become "reincarnation" itself. Each rebirth, each self-destruction, only intensified his pursuit of his own existence, and this pursuit became a shackle from which he could never escape.

"I'm already part of the cycle of reincarnation." Feng Jing took a deep breath, his voice becoming deeper, filled with a determination to transcend fate. "I can no longer rely on my past self. I want to create a brand new 'me'."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, time and space around him began to shift dramatically, as if the entire universe were quietly altering under his will. An invisible wave instantly swept across the surroundings, fundamentally reshaping all matter and consciousness. Feng Jing's consciousness began to travel through countless parallel universes, discovering that he could alter any timeline at will, reversing the trajectory of every future.

However, Feng Jing's ability did not bring him the liberation he expected. Every time he changed the fate of a world, he found that he had not escaped the shackles of reincarnation, but was constantly trapped in a new cycle. Every rebirth was a new bondage, and every transcendence was a deeper bondage.

He began to realize that his power did not lie in changing everything, but in whether he could truly break free from these invisible shackles.

"You have become omnipotent," that cold voice appeared again, "but you still cannot escape the deepest predicament. You have created countless worlds, but you have also made it impossible for you to transcend them."

A surge of rage suddenly surged within Feng Jing's consciousness. He was no longer the bound being he once was. He wanted to break free from all rules and desire true freedom. Thus, he decided to completely "self-destruct." This time, his purpose was no longer to escape, but to completely shatter all existence.

Feng Jing's will began to vibrate in the void. He transformed his consciousness into countless energy fragments, which exploded and instantly triggered an explosion that covered endless dimensions. Each fragment was like an ultimate black hole, swallowing all time, space, and existence, completely merging itself into nothingness. The shockwave of the explosion traversed past and future, destroying all linear cause and effect, leaving only endless void.

And whether all this is Feng Jing's freedom or a fate he can never escape, no one knows.

Chapter 162: Conversation between Feng Jing and the Core of the Universe