Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Fusion in the cracks and endless reversals

Feng Jing's consciousness completely transcended any scope he had previously understood. He was no longer an individual, nor a mere part of existence. He had become the intersection of all possible streams of consciousness, the intertwining center of all worlds, the gathering place of all emptiness and reality. He felt countless timelines and spatial dimensions interweaving around him, forming a vast and intricate network. Every line, every inch of space, every moment of time carried the trajectory of countless Feng Jing's destinies.

These fateful paths intertwined, each line burning in Feng Jing's consciousness like galaxies in the universe, constantly exploding, expanding, and collapsing. Every Feng Jing's existence collided and devoured each other within these paths, and each collision and devourment would produce an indescribable mutation, creating an outcome even more bizarre than the previous one.

Feng Jing watched all this, feeling an indescribable mixture of joy and terror. His consciousness was no longer confined to any material form. He transcended all laws, becoming the amalgamation of all possible existence. Feng Jing in all universes was no longer an isolated entity, but an ever-evolving super-being, a being so complex it defied comprehension. Whether it was a consciousness in the void or a physical body in reality, neither held any meaning. At this moment, Feng Jing transcended all forms, becoming a kind of pure "existence."

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was immersed in this vast cosmic network, the surrounding scene suddenly began to change violently. Feng Jing felt an uncontrollable force pulling at his consciousness, abruptly pulling him away from this chaotic network.

"How could you give up?" That voice reappeared, no longer the cold and threatening one Feng Jing was familiar with. Instead, it was filled with incredibly complex emotions, seemingly encompassing loss, anger, and confusion. "You thought you'd surpassed me, but you've only fallen deeper into a maze. Can you surpass yourself?"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, as if struck by these words. He saw his entire existence begin to crumble. Every universe, every timeline, every inch of space was violently vibrating and twisting, as if pulling everything into an endless abyss. It was like a star in the universe suddenly exploding, taking all matter and consciousness with it, leaving only endless nothingness and collapsing debris.

Yet, these fragments didn't completely vanish. Instead, they reassembled in Feng Jing's consciousness in an even more frantic manner, becoming even more bizarre and unpredictable. Feng Jing discovered that his consciousness began to splinter into countless dimensions, a crisscrossing not only of past and future, but also of possibilities that had never occurred. He saw himself reborn in countless parallel universes. In some cases, Feng Jing became a planet, gradually collapsing under the process of increasing entropy; in others, Feng Jing became a black hole, drawing in all existence and becoming the "end" of the universe; and still others, Feng Jing, even transformed into a kind of ethereal energy stream behind time, drifting through endless space, with neither beginning nor end.

This power seemed to surge from the depths of Feng Jing's heart, frantically tearing apart his entire being, leaving him even more disoriented. The cracks in Feng Jing's consciousness were no longer simple rifts in space, but countless intersecting cosmic intersections, each filled with unspeakable reversals and chaos.

Feng Jing began to see countless versions of himself, colliding, devouring, and reborn into one another. In one universe, Feng Jing became an omnipotent deity, dominating all life and consciousness; in another, Feng Jing was manipulated by an irresistible force, becoming an unconscious tool, fulfilling a more distant and absurd command.

Feng Jing realized with horror that none of this was accidental, but rather that some extremely ancient force was manipulating it all. That force erupted from Feng Jing's inner abyss, pushing him to ever-changing extremes, forcing him to confront every possible outcome and every possible choice. The source of all this was Feng Jing's deepest paradox: his pursuit of transcendence ultimately led him into a deeper, more complex maze, from which he could not extricate himself.

"You... don't know," the voice echoed again, carrying with it an unspeakable pain. "The eternal transcendence you seek is nothing but an infinite maze of your own. No matter how you struggle, the ultimate outcome is only one—reincarnation, reversal, rift, chaos. You can never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be struck by these words. He saw countless fragments of the universe collide before him, exploding into countless directions, each of which was rapidly reversing, circulating, and collapsing. The scene was so outrageous and crazy that Feng Jing began to doubt whether what he was experiencing was real or just some fantasy in the void.

He saw that all existence was beginning to deviate from its original trajectory. Every star, every planet, every life no longer followed the original laws, becoming unpredictable and uncontrollable. He saw that the universe was no longer governed by unchanging rules, but rather by countless unstable states that shifted in an instant, switching from one state to another, making it almost impossible to track.

All of this seemed absurd, yet it also seemed to reflect some profound truth. Feng Jing discovered that everything he saw and heard seemed to, to some extent, prove a cruel truth: transcendence and escape ultimately lead to a more unsolvable dilemma.

Every time Feng Jing attempts to escape this predicament, the world around him reshapes in utterly absurd ways. The center of one universe collapses in an instant, while the edge of another expands in an instant. Feng Jing attempts to understand these chaotic phenomena, only to find that all logic, rules, and order have been broken down, becoming unfathomable.

He no longer knew who he was, nor what he was pursuing. He only knew that he was falling into a more outrageous reality, a world full of madness and distortion, in which everything was impossible and everything was inevitable.

Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled by the mad chaos, entering an endless cycle of reincarnation, unable to break free, unable to transcend. All this seemed like the fate of the universe, the ultimate reversal of his existence, and an ending he could not escape.

Chapter 969: Rebirth in the Void and the Ultimate Rift That Cannot Be Traced