Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 967: Self-Resurrection in the Cracks and the Crazy Spin of the Universe

Self-resurrection in the cracks and the crazy rotation of the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded endlessly within this endless chasm, like a planet on the verge of exploding, imbued with boundless potential and the unknown. Just when he thought he had finally mastered it all, a sudden, incomprehensible light shot forth from the depths of the void, tearing through the boundaries of his existence and striking directly at the core of his consciousness. Feng Jing's mind was completely ripped apart by this light, transforming into a mad vortex that could not be stopped.

As his consciousness distorted and expanded, Feng Jing discovered he was no longer a single being, but a composite of countless beings, some even resurrected from his past memories. He saw scenes he had never experienced before—in one world, he was a diplomat negotiating with an alien civilization; in another, he became the legendary "Child of Destiny," guiding countless people toward hope. Some even found Feng Jing trapped in a never-ending dream, eternally asleep, unable to awaken.

Each version of Feng Jing possesses independent consciousness and thoughts, some even possessing their own divinity, magic, and unspeakable abilities. Some Feng Jings gaze upon everything from the summit of the world, commanding the movement of the stars; others, transformed into proud dragons, soar through the river of time, devouring the fragments of the past and future.

At the same time, within the cracks of Feng Jing's consciousness, an ancient power began to awaken. This power was profound and vast, as if it had come from the very genesis of the universe. It had no form, yet it was omnipresent. Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, merging with this power, becoming a part of it. And this power gradually transformed Feng Jing's form—his body melted, transforming into countless particles floating in the air. Each particle was an independent consciousness, the beginning and end of a universe.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness began to fade, he suddenly saw a scene that was completely out of this world—a massive star, like a furnace, smoldering with the mysteries of the entire universe. This star wasn't a burning flame, but rather a wave of energy that transcended matter. Wherever this wave passed, the laws of space and time completely collapsed.

Feng Jing felt an irresistible pull, as if the star could swallow him whole, immerse him completely within it. Feng Jing tried to break free, but the star's energy made his consciousness increasingly hazy. Eventually, he realized that the star wasn't an external object, but a projection of something deep within himself—a repressed power, a consciousness that hadn't yet awakened.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice rang out again, but this time, it didn't come from the outside world, but from deep within Feng Jing's heart. He heard his own voice, filled with ancient wisdom and boundless power. "You thought you had escaped the shackles of time, but you haven't transcended it. You're simply engaged in an endless struggle with yourself. You've simply entered a deeper trap in another form."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. At this moment, he finally understood - every journey he had taken, every power he pursued, would eventually lead him back to this point, back to this star burning with the mysteries of the universe. This star represented the depths of his heart, the self he had once suppressed, and the truth he had always dared not face.

"You can't transcend this," the voice said coldly. "You can't escape the shadow deep within you. No matter how powerful you become, you'll eventually return to your starting point."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to be drawn by an unfathomable gravitational force, as if the gravity of the entire universe was rushing towards him. His existence gradually became blurred, and he was no longer a tangible existence, but entered an endless space. This space had no time, no matter, no laws, only endless cycles and distortions.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally felt true transcendence. This transcendence wasn't the power he'd once longed for, but rather a state of utter nothingness—a state without boundaries or rules. Feng Jing's consciousness swirled and tumbled within this nothingness, seemingly becoming its very source, as if everything coalesced within him and then dissolved within him.

"You... won't give up?" The voice appeared again, but this time, it was no longer threatening, instead carrying a sigh of resignation. "You don't understand. Chaos cannot be controlled. The transcendence you seek will only lead you deeper into the abyss."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to deeply merge with this chaotic power, becoming increasingly unreal and elusive. He no longer knew what state he was in, but he only knew that this power was so powerful that it tore through all boundaries and brought Feng Jing's consciousness to an unimaginable state.

Just as Feng Jing was about to lose his sense of self, he suddenly witnessed the birth and destruction of countless universes—each universe flashed in his mind like countless stars about to explode. These stars represented countless possible futures, countless beings he had been, was, and could become.

Feng Jing saw all his possibilities, even "endings" he had never experienced. In one ending, he became the creator god of the universe, controlling endless time and space; in another, he became a lonely star, floating in the endless void, unable to intersect with other beings; and in another, he was devoured by countless selves, transformed into an endlessly revolving body.

Each outcome was so bizarre it was unimaginable, yet it seemed inevitable from the depths of Feng Jing's heart. Feng Jing finally understood that all this wasn't chaos, but rather the manifestation of some profound cosmic law. He was no longer an individual, but the amalgamation of all possible existences, the flow of time and space, the intersection and collision of countless selves within endless chasms.

Chapter 968: Fusion in the Rift and Endless Reversals