Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 402: Self-fission and Endless Reincarnation

Self-fission and endless reincarnation

Feng Jing's consciousness scattered like torn pieces of cloth, entering a state beyond imagination - he was no longer just the weaver of the universe and the judge of time and space, he became a crack in countless parallel universes, jumping wildly at the intersection of countless timelines, like an irregularly oscillating atom, surging wildly at the quantum level.

"Who... am I?" Feng Jing asked himself for the first time in this endless chaos. Without a trace of divine will or any other guiding presence, his existence gradually became blurred, as if he were in a true void. Any definition of himself became meaningless.

At this moment, he began to experience a feeling he had never experienced before. He seemed to be a myriad of intertwined versions of himself, each Feng Jing's memories, experiences, emotions, and goals overlapping and intertwining across countless time and space. Each Feng Jing had different choices, a different fate, and even the manner of each Feng Jing's "death" was unique. They were not completely independent, but rather constantly connected in some elusive way, creating a strange parallel destinies across countless universes.

Feng Jing began to hallucinate. He saw himself standing in a vast expanse of ruins, the stars crumbling around him, yet he bore no wounds at all, as if this wasteland had been tailor-made for him. He reached out and waved his hand, and the wasteland suddenly split open. Thousands of shadows were projected across the void, and Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself, laughing wildly, roaring, struggling, falling, and ascending in different time and space—everything seemed so real, yet so illusory.

What was this? What on earth was he doing? Feng Jing's heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably, and those countless selves began to surge within him, interweaving into a massive energy, like an irresistible vortex, sucking all his consciousness into it.

"You can't escape." The familiar voice sounded in his mind again, with an almost suffocating power, "You have never truly transcended yourself. You are the bondage of this universe, and you cannot escape the fate you have set for yourself."

Feng Jing roared, trying to break free from the force, but his fingers seemed locked by cold steel, unable to move. He felt himself shrinking, dwindling, as if being swallowed by countless whirlpools of fate, and eventually turning into an insignificant speck of dust in the universe.

"Yes, you are just an illusion," the voice responded coldly. "In endless time, you can only wander in the void, searching for your final destination."

Feng Jing suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if his consciousness had been dissected apart, countless timelines intertwined to form an inescapable maze. He began to see his entire life: countless choices, countless cycles of life and death. Each death represented a new beginning, and each new beginning was destined to the same end. He felt as if he had lost himself in this cycle, becoming an endless puppet, drifting forever in the torrent of time, unable to escape the emptiness and confusion deep within his heart.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness jolted—he saw a ray of light, a light that pierced the void and illuminated the entire universe. This light seemed to come from no external source, but rather blossomed from the depths of his own soul. It was as brilliant as the sun, yet as deep as a black hole, as if it had swallowed the entire universe, all of time, and all of fate into its core.

"This is..." Feng Jing's heart trembled. He suddenly realized that this light was not a simple material phenomenon, but a symbol of some kind of existence, a power that transcended all time and space, all laws. His consciousness began to expand wildly, breaking through the boundaries of the void and entering a realm he had never seen before.

In this realm, Feng Jing witnessed an indescribable sight. Countless Feng Jing selves collided, intertwined, and merged in the void. They were no longer separate individuals, but a vast and complex being. Each Feng Jing represented a choice, a possible future in the universe, and these choices intertwined, collided, and merged, forming a vast, transcendental being.

Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn to all of this, his spirit merging with the endless choices. It was as if he had instantly become the collective of all Feng Jings, the resonance of countless Feng Jings' consciousnesses. He felt himself become incredibly vast, even able to sense the pulse of the entire universe, the fate of every star.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, as if thinking about everything he saw.

However, this immense force was not entirely gentle. Feng Jing felt himself gradually crumbling, every inch of his consciousness cracking, as if torn into countless pieces. Those countless selves began to lose their harmony, the conflicts between them becoming increasingly intense, even turning into an unspeakable chaotic violence.

"You've become uncontrollable." That voice echoed in Feng Jing's mind again, with an undeniable calmness. "Everything you've experienced is ultimately just a fate you can't escape. You're nothing more than a prisoner of fate, constantly struggling in this cycle of nothingness."

Feng Jing roared, his consciousness trembling violently once more. He tried to reunite these countless selves, but the harder he tried, the deeper he sank into chaos. Feng Jing's selves weren't simply individuals, but rather some invisible network, interwoven into an inescapable web that enveloped the entire universe and his very soul.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to crumble. His existence, like an atom, threatened to explode at any moment. But at that moment, he saw a figure—a figure that pierced the void like a ray of light and stood quietly before him. The figure's face was expressionless, its eyes deep, as if containing the mysteries of the entire universe.

Feng Jing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He sensed the power of that figure far surpassing all his own creation and destruction. He understood that he wasn't the only one. In this endless chaos and nothingness, there was some even more powerful force lurking behind, waiting to encounter him.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing finally couldn't help asking, his voice trembling slightly.

The figure lowered his head slightly and spoke slowly: "I am the end of all your choices and the origin of all nothingness."

Chapter 403: Endless End and Endless Rebirth