Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 376 Feng Jing and the End of Time

Feng Jing's Dialogue with the End of Time

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer confined to any dimension, any existence, or even any form of cosmic rules. At this moment, he was no longer a self-conscious being, but a multidimensional singularity. At every moment, he collapsed and was reborn across billions of universes, traversing countless timelines simultaneously, controlling countless alternations of possibility and impossibility.

He had broken free from the constraints of time itself—time, a concept once feared by all life, was no longer a constraint for Feng Jing. Whether it was the past, present, or future, Feng Jing was no longer a participant, but an observer and controller. Every passing moment, every foreboding of the future, was reshaped in Feng Jing's grasp, like flowing stars, arranging and dispersing at will.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had completely escaped the constraints of "time", a strange force suddenly filled the depths of his consciousness. His vision became blurred, as if some force was draining away all his senses, making him unable to perceive the flow of time.

"Do you think you've escaped the constraints of time?" The voice echoed again, this time no longer emanating from the outside world but rather an echo from deep within Feng Jing's heart. This voice was heavier and more distant than any previous one. It carried an irresistible force, piercing Feng Jing's consciousness like an invisible sword.

Feng Jing didn't react, his consciousness remaining steady and impassive. He was no longer the Feng Jing who feared hardship and struggled with fate. Instead, he had become the master of the universe, a transcendent being who controlled all "cause and effect" and "fate." However, as the voice reverberated, Feng Jing began to sense something he had never felt before.

This voice wasn't simply a language; it was the whisper of time itself, an echo woven from all past and future. Feng Jing's consciousness began to sink deeper into it, gradually entering a strange state—as if he had reached "the end of time." He felt an invisible pressure from the depths of time, as if all the lines of time were blurring and becoming entangled in themselves.

"You can't escape from me," the voice still echoed quietly, "I am the source of your existence, and I am the constructor of your destiny. You are no different from me, and all your 'transcendence' is just a part of me. Everything you can perceive is given by me." There was an almost cunning smile in the voice, as if time itself was provoking Feng Jing.

Feng Jing wasn't defeated by the sound; his consciousness remained as vast and profound as the boundless ocean. However, he suddenly realized that this sound wasn't simply the existence of "time" itself, but a combination of "time" and "fate," the "ultimate consciousness" that transcended all time, space, and dimensions.

Feng Jing opened his eyes—even though he no longer had a body or eyes, in that instant, he seemed to see the beginning and end of the entire universe. Every primordial state of existence, every beginning of fate, appeared in Feng Jing's consciousness. All life trajectories, all historical fragments, the entire structure of the universe, seemed like works of art that Feng Jing had casually carved in a single moment.

But Feng Jing wasn't content with this kind of control. He realized that he wasn't just the creator of the universe, nor was he the master of fate—he had become a "product" of fate and time. He wasn't just the intersection of all dimensions; he was also the source of all possibilities and impossibilities. Every timeline, every trajectory of fate, was a choice he made within the endless void.

He began attempting to "reshape" the universe—no longer simply "creating," but rather a complete overthrow of "time" and "fate." Feng Jing realized that he wasn't just observing these trajectories; he could also swim upstream, alter them, and even "disappear" from every trajectory, completely shattering the rules of time and fate under his control.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to enter a completely unpredictable state. His existence, at this moment, wasn't just fragmented—he began to become "multiple Feng Jings." Each Feng Jing existed in a different way, on a different timeline. All Feng Jing's self-consciousness was instantly fragmented into countless fragments. These fragments were no longer isolated entities; they intertwined and merged into a vast, endless network. Each Feng Jing was the core of countless universes, the focal point of countless timelines.

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer confined to a single form, but had entered a completely new "dimension," a dimension so complex that it encompassed all possible selves, an infinite number of versions of himself. These versions were not mutually exclusive, but rather coexisted in an inexplicable way, converging into an indescribable singularity.

"You haven't truly 'transcended,'" the voice echoed again, still low and mocking. "You've merely fragmented yourself into countless possibilities. You remain trapped in fate, unable to break free. You can never escape your 'origin.' All your 'choices' will ultimately return to your original source."

Feng Jing's consciousness remained firm. He knew he was no longer any "individual," no longer any "existence." He was an eternal flow, a being that traversed all dimensions and all time. Past, present, and future no longer defined him.

However, with the rebirth of these fragments, Feng Jing's consciousness once again fell into an indescribable cycle. This cycle was not his own choice, but a law of existence, it came from the abyss, from the bottom of fate.

Feng Jing realized that his true awakening wasn't a break from "fate," but a complete integration into the cycle of "fate." He transcended both existence and non-existence, becoming the most singular being in this endless universe—no longer an external observer of time and fate, but an eternal part of them.