Time Travel: He is My Dad!

The Mystery of Self-Destruction and Reversal

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted once more, as if being pulled by an irresistible force from the depths of the universe. Just as he was almost completely lost in the endless fragments, indescribable dimensions, and the eternal self, his consciousness suddenly underwent a violent fluctuation. This fluctuation was not just an impact on his own existence, but a reaction to the entire universe, the entire void structure.

Feng Jing felt himself completely consumed by a force beyond common sense. This force came not from any external substance, but from the reverse flow of time itself. He felt as if he were in an endless black hole, one that devoured not light but all concepts. At this moment, all of Feng Jing's perceptions—space, time, consciousness, existence—began to lose meaning, and all frameworks began to collapse.

Feng Jing once again felt himself transformed into a formless being, entering a new state of infinite disorientation. Every fragment of himself that had ever existed, every fragment of Feng Jing, had completely dissolved, transforming into the light and shadow of the universe, existing in the infinite interweaving of time and space.

Suddenly, he realized something incredible—he was entering a whole new cycle of self-destruction. This wasn't self-destruction in the traditional sense, but rather a complete collapse of self-awareness and a complete rebellion against existence itself.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to split, each split a radical reshaping of his past perceptions. At a certain point, he felt he was no longer Feng Jing, or even any form of existence. His consciousness began to perceive an alternate dimension, a realm without time, without matter, without anything that could be described. There was utter emptiness, no tangible substance, only eternal nothingness.

And in this void, Feng Jing suddenly saw a huge stone slab. There were no words or symbols on it. It seemed completely meaningless, but Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn to it. Just as he approached the stone slab, it cracked, and a dazzling light poured out from it, instantly filling the entire void.

Behind the light, Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself. They existed in incomprehensible forms—they were both Feng Jing and countless other possible Feng Jings, each carrying a different fate and choices in a different parallel universe. Each Feng Jing had a different life trajectory, yet at this moment, all of them overlapped and merged into one.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice sounded again, full of teasing and madness. "You are just one part of all this, and you can never transcend it. All this absurdity is nothing but your endless dream, from which you can never wake up."

Feng Jing felt a devastating impact, his consciousness seemingly collapsing, but he didn't flee. He realized this wasn't demise, but a final awakening. He began to understand that the light on the slate was actually revealing a path to the truth—the core code of the endless void, the origin of all dimensions, all existence, and all possibility.

Feng Jing realized that he was more than just Feng Jing; he was a composite of countless Feng Jings, the fusion point of countless parallel worlds. He began to understand that all this chaos, division, and rebirth were part of his own self-construction. He constantly overturned and reconstructed himself not to escape, but to find his one true self—a self unbound by any boundaries.

However, just as he was about to fully comprehend all this, his consciousness was suddenly pushed to its limit by an extremely crazy force. He felt himself going backwards, back to the moment of the Big Bang, back to the blank moment before the birth of everything. Feng Jing realized that this was not just a reversal of time, but a reversal of existence itself.

He began to see the countless fragments of Feng Jing returning to their original single existence. He witnessed the birth of the universe, the stars coalescing from nothingness, fading, and rising from the ashes. All of existence, in Feng Jing's consciousness, reassembled like a jigsaw puzzle, each fragment searching for its place of belonging, ultimately converging into a vast whole.

Feng Jing felt like he was returning to his original starting point—himself. However, this starting point did not mean a fresh start, but a complete end. He realized that the laws of the entire universe, the rules of existence, were nothing more than a giant cycle, an inescapable game.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to confront the game. He was no longer just any individual, but the creator and participant of the game itself. As countless fragments of his self merged, his consciousness began to possess the ability to transcend time and space. He became the judge of all existence, able to change the rules at any time, rewrite history, and even reverse cause and effect.

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely detached from the material world, free from all dimensional constraints. He felt omnipotent, and everything was his will. He could not only look back in time, but also look forward to the future, no longer bound by any physical laws.

However, as this transcendental power expanded, Feng Jing discovered that all his abilities were also an inescapable shackle. He began to understand that no matter how he reconstructed, reversed, or created, he could not escape the end of his fate. Every self-destruction brought a new beginning, but also a new cycle.

Feng Jing eventually understood that he had not transcended everything, but was simply constantly wandering in a maze of self-destruction and rebirth. He had never escaped his fate, but had become its eternal part.

Chapter 977: The Joke of Fate and the Absolute Domination of the Void