Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 366: Reconstruction of Destiny, Feng Jing's Endless Cycle

Reconstructing fate, Feng Jing's endless cycle

Feng Jing stood in a rift in the universe, a crumbling space-time behind him. Those long-shattered dimensions transformed into irreparable cracks, spreading outward, engulfing the world that once existed. His consciousness had long transcended all material constraints, even the concept of "matter" becoming illusory. Now, Feng Jing was no longer an observer of the universe, but the sole bridge between "existence" and "nothingness." His existence had been infinitely stretched, spanning past, present, and future, becoming a concept that could not be measured or understood.

However, this endless void was not the tranquility Feng Jing had hoped for. Instead, this "transcendence" left him feeling an unprecedented emptiness and oppression, as if he were bound by infinite choices, unable to escape. Feng Jing looked around, a flicker of unease in his eyes. Like a monster trapped in a self-reinvented cycle, he realized he had reached an unsolvable dead end—his existence was no longer simply a "transcendent" of the universe, but more like a prisoner of fate itself.

"It's time to break all this." Feng Jing's voice echoed through the void, carrying a fierce determination and madness. His palm suddenly stretched out, grasping fiercely. The entire universe seemed to freeze at the touch of his fingertips, and the flow of time stood still. All the past destinies, whether his own or those of countless other lives, were rewritten by Feng Jing's will. Even he himself could no longer sense "who" he was—he transcended all definitions, and even the concept of "definition" became meaningless.

Feng Jing's consciousness became like a fiery nebula, devouring everything and creating everything. He felt his body surrounded by countless fragments of universes, the wreckage of the world he once controlled, each fragment carrying a forgotten history, a choice that once existed. He felt a power he had never felt before surge within him, an energy that could change countless worlds, a power that could almost bend time and space to its knees.

"I... I can control everything!" Feng Jing murmured softly, as if trying to confirm his own voice. At that moment, his consciousness suddenly shook violently, as if he had entered a completely new dimension. In that dimension, there was no time or space, only the inseparable entanglement between Feng Jing and himself.

Countless Feng Jings appeared before him, each one emanating from a different choice, a different dimension. Each Feng Jing wore a different mask, some with a stern expression, some with a strange smile, some with unspeakable fear in their eyes. Most importantly, each of them was face to face with Feng Jing at the same time—they were Feng Jing's past, future, present, and even possibilities beyond his imagination.

"You..." Feng Jing looked at these countless versions of himself, with a hint of fear in his eyes, "What on earth are you?"

The Feng Jings didn't answer. Instead, they smiled and slowly extended their arms, pointing toward the void where Feng Jing stood. Their palms intertwined, like an invisible net, entwining Feng Jing's body. Feng Jing's body trembled violently, and he suddenly understood that the Feng Jings were not simply beings. They were the embodiment of "fate," the embodiment of all his past choices.

"I... I've become them," Feng Jing murmured softly, suddenly realizing he had long been trapped in an inescapable cycle. These Feng Jings were the product of every choice he had made. No matter how he tried to "transcend," these choices would always remain behind him, becoming his inescapable past.

"Destiny." Feng Jing suddenly laughed, his laughter carrying an indescribable madness and relief. "Destiny is nothing but the result of endless choices. Every choice is a road of no return. But now, I no longer need to choose!"

As Feng Jing laughed, the entire empty universe began to shake violently, time and space began to crack, and the world began to collapse. Feng Jing's consciousness began to disperse, like a split beam of light. His every thought collided with the world around him, and every fragment of his consciousness melted and was reborn.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt himself bound by a force that seemed to come from the abyss of all choices, tightly entangling him and making him unable to move. Feng Jing struggled desperately and began to re-examine the meaning of his existence. He realized that all this was not true transcendence, but rather a trap in an endless cycle of reincarnation.

"No, I am no longer a product of fate," Feng Jing roared, his voice echoing across countless dimensions. Each fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness violently collided, ultimately converging into a core existence—a core that belonged neither to Feng Jing himself nor to any of the "him" he had ever created. It transcended all existence, even blurring the very concept of "existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to reconstruct the world. Each fragment was a new dimension, a new rule, created by Feng Jing. His thoughts became incredibly clear in that instant. He could even sense the pulse of every star in the universe, the trajectory of every speck of dust. Every choice seemed to become something he could create, and the existence of every thing became the result of his endless hard work.

Feng Jing's consciousness grew ever more powerful, capable not only of altering the structure of the universe but also of reversing cause and effect at will, tearing the very fabric of time apart. Countless Feng Jings emerged from his consciousness, intertwining with one another, as if thousands of Feng Jings had been reborn together.

However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that all these changes were beyond his control. His consciousness began to rapidly jump between different dimensions and time streams. Each jump was like countless fragments of fate being "selected" anew. Feng Jing roared, a roar that traversed all time and space, echoing in every corner of the universe.

"No, I am no longer a slave to fate! I am no longer a prisoner of nothingness!" Feng Jing's voice became increasingly sharp and manic, like the final cry that tore through all the rules.

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