Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 878: The Crack of Rebirth, the Reset of Time

The crack of rebirth, the reset of time

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely transcended all conventional perceptions and boundaries. In his eyes, the structures of time and space were no longer constraints, but countless invisible threads that could be cut at will. In the void, nebulae, planets, and even the entire universe became building blocks in his hands, subject to his free will to reassemble, reshape, and tear.

"Feng Jing, stop! You can't bear the consequences of this power!" The familiar voice sounded again, with unconcealable urgency and fear, as if sensing signs of the collapse of the universe.

But Feng Jing remained unwavering. His fluctuations of consciousness gradually resonated with the pulse of the universe, even beginning to direct its movement. "What you call 'consequences' is nothing more than a carefully crafted script within the web of fate. You simply wish for everything in the universe to remain on the trajectory you set, but you forget that scripts can be rewritten."

Feng Jing's voice was like thunder that pierced through time and space, shaking the very void. In that instant, the very structure of the universe began to shift dramatically, the very boundaries of space and time constantly warping under Feng Jing's consciousness. The intense vibrations of space and time seemed to tear apart all layers of reality. Countless parallel universes began to crumble, the layers of space intertwined, and a chaos beyond words began to spread across the universe.

Feng Jing's form became increasingly ethereal, no longer limited to a physical body, nor merely to consciousness. At that moment, he seemed to become the "transitional period" of the entire universe—a shattering yet reborn, an ending yet a beginning.

"Do you really think you can control everything?" The voice sounded again, full of mockery and disdain. "Even if you reweave the universe, you cannot escape the constraints of time. No matter how you break through, you still cannot find a way out in the flow of time!"

Feng Jing's consciousness shifted slightly, and his form gradually vanished into the void, as if merging into the depths of the universe. The cosmic tremors intensified, the cracks in spacetime tearing apart. Feng Jing seemed to be actively peeling back the rules of the universe, layer by layer. His consciousness grew stronger, no longer bound by any constraints of time, space, cause and effect, or rules.

"Time?" Feng Jing chuckled. "Time is just a man-made constraint. I shouldn't be restricted by it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shone, and his existence began to completely reset itself within the universe. At that moment, the flow of time began to become chaotic and distorted, as if the entire history of the universe were being rewound and reset. Past events, future trends, even the present situation, were all reshuffled under the guidance of Feng Jing's consciousness, as if time were a canvas being altered.

"What do you want to do?" The voice became extremely urgent, as if it realized that Feng Jing's actions were rapidly deviating from all normal tracks. "You can't control the flow of time! You can't reset history!"

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded even further, completely altering the order of the entire void. Rather than suppressing the flow of time, he chose to allow all times to exist simultaneously, even allowing all parallel times to run simultaneously. "I no longer need history, I only need 'now.' And this moment is the starting point of the new universe I'm creating."

"No! You can't escape this game!" The voice finally lost its mind completely, as if a never-before-seen existence had finally revealed its true nature. Its tone was filled with immense pain and loss of control. "You can never escape your fate! We have already determined your future!"

Feng Jing's consciousness was now unresponsive. He began to rewrite the web of fate with his own existence. Every thread of cause and effect shifted at the twist of his fingertips, every thread of fate becoming the raw material of his new universe. He began to reshape everything in the universe—not just matter, not just consciousness, but even the connections and laws between these beings.

The entire universe began to undergo earth-shaking changes, centered around Feng Jing's will. Galaxies collapsed, time and space flowed in a chaotic pattern, and everything overlapped, merged, and tore apart, as if all possibilities appeared and disappeared simultaneously. Feng Jing's will was the starting point and the end of all this. He began to control not just "the world," but "all worlds," all reality and nothingness.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to transform all of this into his ideal new universe, the voice came again, this time with a terrifying calmness. "Feng Jing, do you think you can truly destroy fate? You know, in this universe, there's never 'fate' or 'rules,' but 'choice.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness stopped expanding at that moment, and his thoughts began to regroup, as if he had suddenly realized some deeper secret. The voice was no longer angry, but instead became unusually calm and clear. "Do you realize that you are just one of countless choices? Your so-called 'rebirth' and 'reinvention' are just one of countless choices. The true power of fate lies in the intersection and collision of countless choices."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly, as if he had sensed some deep truth that he had never touched before. "Countless choices?" he whispered.

"Yes," the voice replied quietly, "Everything you do is the result of your choices. You think you have broken your fate, but you are merely a product of your choices, and fate itself has never disappeared."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became empty, and he began to reflect on his actions, as if he was trapped in an endless cycle. He realized that no matter how he reshaped the universe, how he transcended time and space, he still could not escape the endless web of "choices".

Chapter 879: Endless Reincarnation, Fate Returns to Zero