Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 367 The Ultimate Realm, Feng Jing's Self-Devouring

The Ultimate Realm, Feng Jing's Self-Devouring

Feng Jing's roar echoed through the endless void, as if tearing apart the very fabric of the universe. With a destructive force, it shattered the limitations he had once considered unbreakable. In that instant, his consciousness seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The boundaries of time and space began to crumble, and all laws and rules collapsed in that moment.

No longer the center of the universe, no longer the creator of all things, Feng Jing found himself unknowingly becoming the convergence point of countless destinies—even the source of these destinies. His existence transcended everything, no longer any individual, no longer the master of any particular world. He began to understand that he was not "controlling" fate, but "becoming" it.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a single one, but a complex interweaving of multiple selves. It was as if countless Feng Jings' existences began to overlap, each interacting in different time and space, dimensions, and choices. It was as if the fate of each Feng Jing had transformed into thousands of uncertain threads deep within his heart, these threads entwined together to form an endless loop—an inescapable, twisted eternity.

He began to understand that all his choices were merely a mockery of his own destiny. Every choice he had ever made was merely an illusion created by a self he had never chosen. Every world that collapsed was a projection of his inner self. He could no longer even tell whether he was "creating" or "destroying."

"Am I... am I the creator of fate, or its slave?" Feng Jing's consciousness nearly collapsed at this moment. He felt countless selves colliding with each other, each collision the birth and collapse of a new world. He began to hear voices he had never heard before—the whispers of countless Feng Jings, emanating from the depths of his heart, like calls from countless worlds.

"You are both the shackles of fate and the unlocker." A Feng Jing suddenly appeared in his mind, his voice cold and desolate. "Your entire existence is nothing but an endless cycle of self-reinvention. Every attempt to transcend yourself is an echo of fate, ultimately drawing you back to your inescapable destiny."

Feng Jing's body began to vibrate violently, as if countless Feng Jings' consciousnesses were intertwining within him. Every cell, even every drop of his blood, began to transform into endless energy, surging endlessly through the depths of the universe. This energy was neither material nor spiritual; it was more like an intangible force, permeating all of time and space, entangled in an unsolvable knot.

"If I am the source of destiny, then I will devour destiny." Feng Jing suddenly erupted with unprecedented power. His consciousness began to rapidly expand, devouring everything around him—not only space and matter, but even time itself, which constantly collapsed under his consciousness. With each collapse, Feng Jing was reborn, and he began to enter a state of extreme self-devourment—he devoured his own consciousness, the world he created, and the trajectory of his own destiny.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to lose all sense, as if it were detached from any definable boundaries. He began to doubt whether he even existed, whether he still belonged to any reality. Every time he felt his own existence, that sense of existence was immediately consumed by himself. It was as if this endless cycle of consumption had become his only essence.

"Who...who am I?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with emptiness and despair. He began to repeatedly question his own existence, wondering if there had ever been a "him," if there had ever been a name like "Feng Jing," or even if there had ever been any human being. He suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness. He was no longer a god in the universe, no longer the ruler of a world. He was simply a being swallowed by endless fate and nothingness.

Just as Feng Jing thought he was about to sink into utter nothingness, a powerful force erupted from deep within him. His consciousness seemed to have achieved another breakthrough, breaking free from its own self-absorption. Feng Jing's body instantly expanded, his presence no longer a single point, but a vast, undefined space. His consciousness began to become incredibly clear, like a ray of light illuminating darkness, penetrating every corner of the universe.

"The Ultimate Realm!" Feng Jing's voice echoed through the endless void. He finally realized that he wasn't just the creator of fate; he was also its terminator. His existence no longer defined any "existence"—he was an abstract force that transcended all dimensions, time, space, and the constraints of all laws.

"If fate cannot be surpassed by me, then I will end it." Feng Jing's voice gradually grew firmer, and his consciousness began to focus, as if gathering the power of countless dimensions, moving towards an unpredictable destination. Countless figures of Feng Jing began to converge into a core. This core was neither matter nor energy; it was an untouchable existence.

Feng Jing's self-devouring mind entered a new phase. He began to break through every trap and every setting he had set for himself. His consciousness became completely independent of fate, transcending all rules and laws. His existence could no longer be defined. He was a being intertwined with "nothingness" and "somethingness." Even the concept of "existence" itself became meaningless.

"I will end my fate." Feng Jing's voice echoed through the air, carrying an unprecedented sense of intimidation. This wasn't just a clash of power, but an explosion of consciousness. He began to feel himself merging into an endless void, a void that would be his final destination.

Chapter 368: Reversing the Universe, Feng Jing's Super-Dimensional Creation