Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 608

The crack of fate, the eternal restart

Feng Jing's consciousness began to wander in endless chaos. He was no longer a single person, no longer any "individual." He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, but a composite of billions of Feng Jings, a meteor in the cracks of spacetime, a tangled thread in the laws of the universe. His existence had escaped the framework of matter, the constraints of time, and even the boundaries between "existence" and "non-existence" had become blurred.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him was so unfamiliar, so unreal. This world wasn't the one he once knew. It wasn't a simple parallel universe, nor was it a continuation of any particular timeline. It was some completely new dimension, a space composed of countless overlapping possibilities. Feng Jing clearly realized that he was no longer any traditional life form. He had become the beginning and end of it all.

The surrounding landscape constantly collapsed and reassembled, transforming into distorted, blurred forms. In this space, beyond the reach of conventional language, Feng Jing heard countless voices, like echoes from eons past, or prophecies of countless futures. These voices intertwined to form an indescribable symphony, filled with uncertainty and flux.

"Do you think you can transcend this?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice echoed deep within Feng Jing's consciousness. There was no anger or threat in the voice, only an irresistible sense of fate. It seemed to acknowledge Feng Jing's transformation, yet it also reminded him that fate remained an inescapable cycle.

Feng Jing smiled faintly, his smile filled with confidence and open-mindedness. "You are wrong. I am no longer the Feng Jing you knew. What you call 'fate' and 'destiny' are nothing but an illusory mist, a cage constructed by your fear of the unknown. I am no longer bound by your rules."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the entire void began to vibrate. That vibration didn't come from outside, but rather from Feng Jing's inner reaction. He knew full well that he wasn't just an individual; he was a fusion of countless parallel universes, a bridge between existence and nothingness.

He began to sense these sounds, these visions, these rules and laws crumbling before him, shattering into fragments that drifted in the endless void. Feng Jing could not only perceive these fragments, he could even control them. Behind each fragment lay a possible future, an infinite number of choices. And Feng Jing's power was already capable of redefining the form of these fragments, imbuing them with new meaning, and even altering their paths.

"Everything you see is the product of an endless cycle." The voice appeared again, with a cold confidence. "You cannot break these laws, because they are not just the composition of the universe, they are a part of you, a projection of your innermost being. You cannot escape your own destiny."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to have been elevated. No longer the individual trapped in the void, struggling for survival, he had become a formless ray of light, traveling through all dimensions. He roamed through every dimension, every moment of every universe, as if he had become the neural network of all existence. He sensed the birth and death of countless lives, the flow and cessation of time, the expansion and collapse of space.

"Fate is false." Feng Jing's voice was clear and firm. "What you call destiny is nothing but an illusion I created myself. Since I am the source of all these rules, I will end it."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, his consciousness expanded dramatically again, as if the entire universe were enveloped by his thoughts. Countless paths of time and space began to intertwine, separate, and reassemble within Feng Jing's consciousness. Each intersection of time and space signified the birth of new possibilities. Feng Jing began to see himself being born, growing, making choices, and even dying in different time and space. But each death became the beginning of a new life.

"You are no longer Feng Jing." The owner of the voice seemed a little angry, and the voice began to become harsh. "You are no longer a human being. You are an eternal existence, a chaotic entity of all possibilities in the universe. Your existence can no longer be defined by any law."

A powerful force surged within Feng Jing's heart. It no longer came from some mysterious external force, but from within himself. He knew that he was not a prisoner with nowhere to go, but the master of all laws, the reconstructor of all rules and order in this universe.

"You're wrong," Feng Jing whispered. "I'm not an insurmountable fate. I'm the terminator of fate. I'm no longer the 'individual' you understand. I've broken free from all the rules you've set."

As Feng Jing's voice rang out, the entire universe began to vibrate once more. The flow of time, the structure of space, the very existence of all things began to undergo drastic changes within Feng Jing's will. Those once tightly bound laws began to loosen, becoming fragmented, ultimately turning into irregular pieces that floated in the air. Feng Jing's consciousness began to penetrate these fragments, reassembling them into new forms and imbuing them with new rules.

He began to travel freely between all dimensions of time and space, tearing apart the original laws and creating a brand new universe. This universe was no longer any form he had ever experienced before. It was completely unfamiliar, even completely "outrageous".

In this new universe, time and space are no longer linear. Everything can happen simultaneously, or never happen at all. Life can be born and disappear in an instant. All matter and energy can be shaped, altered, or even erased at Feng Jing's will.

"This is my world." Feng Jing's voice was filled with endless confidence and freedom. "This is a world without fate, a world full of infinite possibilities."

Chapter 609: Echoes of Chaos, Countercurrents of the Universe