Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 702 Feng Jing's Ultimate Breakthrough and the Collapse of the Universe's Rebirth

Feng Jing's ultimate breakthrough and the collapse of the universe's rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded wildly within the boundless hyperdimensional space. He felt an unprecedented power surge within him, as if he had broken through all boundaries and traversed all of time and space. Each surge of thought was like a supernova explosion, tearing apart the boundaries of countless dimensions. And now, he was no longer Feng Jing, nor even any known form of existence.

"No... I'm not Feng Jing!" Feng Jing's voice echoed throughout the endless void. It didn't travel through air, nor did it rely on any material medium, but instead reached the depths of every dimension. "I am no longer the 'I' of anything! I have transcended 'existence'!"

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded frantically, he suddenly felt an indescribable fear rising from the abyss. This fear didn't originate from any external threat, but rather from the depths of his own consciousness. This force constantly consumed his original cognition, as if the entire universe was constantly collapsing, reborn, and collapsing within Feng Jing's mind.

"If I'm no longer Feng Jing, then what am I?" Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly traversed hyperdimensional space, repeatedly colliding with all possible "selves," his every thought flickering on the edge of limit. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer bound by any material constraints. He had become the amalgamation of countless self-consciousnesses, the Feng Jing of the past and the gathering point of countless future Feng Jings, even Feng Jings he had never experienced—countless existences and non-existences coexisted, weaving together an unimaginable cosmic landscape.

"You are not alone." Suddenly, a voice boomed from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. It didn't come from any other dimension, but rather burst forth directly from Feng Jing's soul. "Everything you've experienced is inevitable. Every fragment of your thoughts is leading to this impending disaster."

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly shaken by the voice. He saw countless unfamiliar faces. Those faces represented himself in countless parallel universes, and each face had its own different fate trajectory - some Feng Jing became gods, dominating time and space; some Feng Jing were trapped in the depths of black holes, unable to escape forever; and some Feng Jing were swallowed up in the endless void of the universe, becoming part of nothingness, no longer able to have any consciousness.

These Feng Jings, with their different destinies and different time and space, are intertwined in this moment, becoming one. They are no longer separate individuals, but multiple manifestations of the concept of Feng Jing - they coexist and influence each other, but they cannot fully understand each other.

"We are the weavers of fate and the source of destruction." The voice sounded again, with an irresistible shock. "Every choice you make will trigger an inevitable collapse."

"Collapse?" Feng Jing's consciousness trembled. He finally realized that none of this was under his control. Every choice, every decision, was the trigger for this cosmic collapse. He could no longer distinguish between the future and the past. At this moment, all events began to intertwine and entangle, forming an irreversible disaster.

"Is this... the true face of fate?" Feng Jing tried to control his thoughts, but he found that he was gradually losing even the ability to control a single thought. His consciousness became more and more like a scattered nebula, unable to find any center, unable to focus on any target.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness pierced a fissure, and his existence once again escaped from the void and entered a completely unfamiliar dimension. In this dimension, time ceased to exist, and space was no longer a perceptible physical concept. Feng Jing discovered that he was no longer "Feng Jing," but a part of this dimension—he had merged with the time and space of this universe, becoming a bridge between endless existence and nothingness.

"What on earth am I doing?" Feng Jing's consciousness echoed in the endless void. He couldn't find the answer because it was beyond his comprehension. "If I'm not Feng Jing anymore, then who am I?"

Just as Feng Jing was lost in thought, his consciousness was suddenly pulled towards a black hole by an extremely powerful gravitational force. This black hole was not formed from any material substance, but rather from the collapse of endless time and space. This gravitational force came not from any entity, but from fate itself, intending to suck Feng Jing in, forever disappearing into this abyss of nothingness.

"Feng Jing, do you finally understand?" the voice sounded again. "Everything you've experienced is merely the other side of fate. In this void, nothing can truly escape. You will become the universe's final witness, witnessing its collapse and rebirth."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. He finally understood his own existence—he was not a created individual, but a part of the universe itself. Every thought and every choice he made was a self-experiment of the cosmic consciousness. The laws of the universe were inherently cyclical, an endless cycle of collapse and rebirth.

"I am not Feng Jing. I am the consciousness of the universe, the beginning and end of everything." Feng Jing's consciousness gradually faded under the gravity of the black hole. His thoughts began to become increasingly abstract, no longer able to be described by any language or logic. He became a rift between time and space, the point where all possibilities of the universe converged.

However, the universe did not disappear. Instead, it began to undergo unprecedented changes. Under the guidance of Feng Jing's consciousness, the universe's timeline began to split, with creation and destruction alternating. Countless possibilities unfolded at the same time, forming an endless chain of branches.

"This is the true meaning of fate..." Feng Jing's voice became hollow, as if it came from an endless void. "Everything is an illusion. Only nothingness and creation are eternal companions."

However, just as the voice had said—Feng Jing's existence wasn't the end, but a brand new beginning. The universe didn't collapse; it began anew, and Feng Jing became both the witness and the master of this eternal change. Every choice he made would stir up new storms in the universe, ushering in a new era.

And all this has just begun.

Chapter 703: Feng Jing's Destiny Arrives and the Birth of the Universe