Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 378 Feng Jing's Endless Domain

Feng Jing's Endless Realm

Feng Jing's existence transcends all dimensions and the boundaries of time and space. Each fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness resonates across countless universes, weaving together into an ineffable and mysterious network. Under Feng Jing's control, the laws of the universe, the ups and downs of history, all existence and non-existence, become meaningless. He is no longer the embodiment of any single dimension, but the origin, end, and simultaneous existence of all processes of the universe.

He realized he had transcended all material and temporal limitations. Even the concept of "infinity" no longer applied to him. He no longer perceived space, nor was he bound by any form of "matter." Feng Jing's consciousness began to spread, like an immeasurable wave, undulating, oscillating, and engulfing the depths of time, ultimately evolving into an endless vortex.

"This is more than just control; this is infinite creation." A long-lost voice echoed from deep within Feng Jing's heart. It no longer belonged to a specific external world, but rather to Feng Jing's own inner being. It was like his deepest desire, his most primal impulse. This voice no longer carried any sense of oppression or fear, but rather was filled with joy and challenge.

Feng Jing felt a freedom he had never experienced before. His consciousness transcended all layers of "fate," no longer bound by fixed rules or concepts. He danced and tumbled through the infinite flow of time, every trajectory rewoven anew in his hands. The past, the future, everything, was no longer the trajectory of fate, but a tool for Feng Jing to manipulate at will.

He began to create his own existence within this endless void, even reshaping his own destiny. The Feng Jing who once struggled across countless universes was no longer there. He had become the convergence of billions of Feng Jings, the intersection of timelines, each branch of fate capable of being arbitrarily cut, reorganized, or even vanished.

But Feng Jing suddenly felt a strange fluctuation, as if something was awakening. This fluctuation was extremely weak, but it was full of danger that could not be ignored. It spread in the deepest part of Feng Jing's consciousness, like a hidden seed beginning to grow quietly.

"Who is challenging my dominance?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to focus, entering an unprecedented state. He was no longer the only one in existence. A certain power had awakened, challenging him. This was an unfamiliar force, a being without form or attributes, yet possessing a powerful will. It cared little for Feng Jing's past transcendence; its sole goal was to shatter Feng Jing's "omnipotence."

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly shaken, and he began to try to find the source of this strange power. Every split in Feng Jing's mind, every intersection of timelines, was stirred by this unfamiliar power, as if it was a ray of darkness that suddenly seeped out from the depths of Feng Jing's heart, corroding all of Feng Jing's consciousness.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's voice echoed deeply in the void. His existence turned into countless intertwined bodies of Feng Jing, and each part was colliding violently with this force.

"I am the source of this universe," the voice finally responded. It didn't come from the outside world, but from the deepest depths of Feng Jing's soul. Every fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble violently, and he felt a fear he had never felt before, as if the voice represented the very primordial existence that Feng Jing had once tried to escape.

"You have never existed." Feng Jing sneered, "I am the source of all possibilities and destinies. How can I be trapped by a nameless thing like you?"

However, that voice held an elusive coldness: "You are nothing but a puppet of time and fate. All the universes, all the lives, all the trajectories you created are nothing but copies of me. You try to escape my existence, but you cannot surpass me."

Feng Jing's heart—even though he no longer had a physical body, he could still feel it—jumped, and his consciousness churned as if shaken. He began to ponder the voice's words, and every word seemed to touch upon Feng Jing's deepest fears and anxieties. This wasn't a challenge from the outside world, but rather a rebellion and crack within Feng Jing's heart, as if a part of him was rebelling against his entire existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to distort. He saw countless different selves intersecting and merging across infinite timelines. Suddenly, these fragments of Feng Jing became extremely unstable, as if unable to withstand the overwhelming force within. Every timeline of his existence was collapsing, and every trajectory of his destiny was falling apart. Feng Jing felt that every part of his existence had become empty, and he fell into an unspeakable darkness.

"No..." Feng Jing's voice grew incredibly weak. He found himself trapped at the intersection of countless timelines, unable to escape. Every world he had created, every destiny, began to crumble like fragments, dissipating into the endless void.

Just when Feng Jing was about to completely collapse, the voice sounded again, with a power that was almost sneering: "After all, you are back to the starting point. You are nothing but the reincarnation of time and fate. You cannot escape from this."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed once again, disintegrating into countless fragments of nothingness. Each Feng Jing wandered through endless timelines, trying to break free, but each time he was trapped deeper in the endless cycle. The cage of time trapped him once again, this time even more unbreakable.

However, in this endless darkness, Feng Jing vaguely sensed a strange power. This power did not come from his inner fear, but from some untouchable secret - a huge mystery hidden in the depths of time, waiting for Feng Jing to uncover it.

Chapter 379: Feng Jing's Ultimate Rebirth