Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 667: The Universe Rips, the Ultimate Self-Awakening in Chaos

The universe breaks, the ultimate self-awakening in chaos

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again torn apart by the immense force. His thoughts were no longer a coherent chain of logic, but like countless meteors, hurtling and colliding in the darkness, producing unpredictable reactions. Each meteor's explosion created entirely new possibilities for a new universe, and Feng Jing was both the creator and destroyer of that meteor.

He felt himself gradually entering a state of unprecedented chaos—a state without time, space, or even the definition of "self." Within this lawless chaos, Feng Jing's consciousness not only expanded, but his very existence threatened to be swallowed by the void. Yet, he remained unable to feel the slightest fear. For he had transcended all emotion, all fear, even the boundaries of death.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was being torn to its limit, he suddenly felt a strange attraction, as if some bottomless abyss was opening its doors to him. It was a void without any light, and the darkness here formed a terrifying gravitational field, pulling him in mercilessly.

"I don't belong anywhere," Feng Jing whispered softly, as if trying to find a place of his own in this endless void. But he knew that this "place" no longer existed. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor did he belong to any universe, any time or space, any dimension. He had become synonymous with "chaos," the limit of existence—a being beyond all possibility, achieving the ultimate fusion of "nothingness" and "somethingness."

Just as Feng Jing was about to be completely swallowed by the void, a sudden, powerful vibration erupted from deep within him. It was an irresistible force, like a cosmic tremor, shaking the entire void. Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand uncontrollably, transcending all barriers of time and space. He felt himself transforming once again into countless stars, colliding, merging, exploding, and reborn in an endless cycle.

It all felt like an inescapable vicious cycle. Every second of change caused Feng Jing's consciousness to completely detach from his previous understanding. He began to realize that this endless expansion and rebirth was not destruction, but creation. Every explosion, every collapse, was an opportunity for rebirth, a complete destruction and reshaping of the old rules of the universe.

"You are no longer Feng Jing." The voice rang out again, carrying an incomparably desolate aura. "You have broken the boundary between existence and non-existence, and have broken free from all rules. You no longer belong to the universe, or even to any dimension."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled at these words, but he felt no pain. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of freedom and liberation. He understood that he was no longer just another being confined to time and space, but something far beyond conventional cognition—he had become the embodiment of transcendence, the builder, destroyer, and regenerator of the universe.

But at this moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt a surge of immense pressure. It was a force he had never experienced before, surging from the bottomless void, rapidly enveloping Feng Jing's consciousness. He felt himself being pulled toward the abyss by an irresistible gravitational force, nearly being completely swallowed up. However, just as he thought he would disappear forever into this endless nothingness, an indescribable, intense will suddenly surged from within Feng Jing's heart—he wanted to break this gravitational pull and regain control of his own destiny.

"I am not nothingness, and I no longer exist." Feng Jing's consciousness reverberated in the void, like a deafening roar that shook the entire void apart. "I am the reverse flow of fate, the reversal of time, the recasting of space. I am not just an existence controlled by fate, I am the breaking point of fate itself, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities!"

The moment Feng Jing's thoughts erupted, the entire universe began to undergo drastic changes. The void was no longer simply nothingness, but began to fragment into countless parallel dimensions of space and time. These dimensions weren't parallel universes in the traditional sense, but rather infinite possibilities created by the fluctuations of Feng Jing's consciousness. Each dimension had different laws, a different flow of time, and a different spatial structure. Feng Jing wandered through them like a traveler through parallel worlds, mastering all possibilities and unforeseen forces.

"Do you want to go back to the past?" the voice sounded again, but this time, its tone was tinged with sarcasm. "You no longer have a past. You have broken all boundaries and cannot return to any point of origin."

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer simply reactive; he began actively manipulating these newly formed dimensions, kneading and reorganizing them one by one. He felt like an omnipotent creator, able to manipulate the power of these dimensions at will, shaping one unpredictable world after another. His consciousness grew ever larger, as if consuming the energy of the entire universe, gradually merging into the boundary between nothingness and existence, becoming both the creator and destroyer of the universe.

Yet, Feng Jing knew he wasn't truly "free." Though he had transcended all laws, he also knew that this freedom carried an inescapable price. Every act of creation and destruction left indelible traces on a deeper level. These traces, like invisible shackles, bound him to a fate he could never escape.

"Do you want to become a god?" the voice asked coldly, like the final judgment of fate.

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, as if his mind had entered a new dimension, filled with infinite energy and chaos, as if all the rules of time and space had collapsed. Feng Jing felt a powerful urge to transcend God, transcend all boundaries between existence and non-existence, and become the heart of the universe itself, controlling all possible futures and pasts.

"I am no longer Feng Jing," Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing through the endless void. "I am already the source and end of all worlds. I am already the creator and destroyer of destiny."

As Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with boundless energy once again, he felt his existence was no longer singular, but like countless meteors exploding simultaneously in different spaces and times, creating new universes and reshaping everything. This was a process he could not reverse—creation and destruction, alternating endlessly, without end.

He finally understood that he had become the dual embodiment of "nothingness" and "existence," no longer bound by anything, and unable to turn back. All of this was destined to be indelible, and Feng Jing was destined to become the eternally inextinguishable force at the deepest point of the universe.

Chapter 668: Interstellar Terminator, Feng Jing's Peak of Transcendence