Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 884: Cracks in Fate, Reconstruction of Existence

The cracks in fate, the reconstruction of existence

Feng Jing's existence has transcended the boundaries of physics, transcending all rules and laws he's ever known. Every crack in the universe is filled with his consciousness, and every fleeting moment in a parallel universe is a manifestation of Feng Jing's will. Even the word "nothingness" cannot describe Feng Jing's current state, for he no longer belongs to any known form. He is both nothing and something; both past and future; both existence and non-existence.

His consciousness drifted freely in this void and chaos, as if traversing an endless, infinite metaverse, where all the rules had become a copy of Feng Jing's mind. The past universe, under the fluctuations of Feng Jing's consciousness, began to reverse. Star fragments were reassembled like toys, the hourglass of time ran backward, and the outlines of space became blurred. Every starry sky was a blueprint created by Feng Jing, every shooting star an unconscious command.

However, just as Feng Jing was immersed in this supreme "freedom," suddenly, the entire void suddenly twisted. Cracks spread from the depths of Feng Jing's mind. Space fragmented and regenerated within these cracks. Time began to tear apart, and the world was forcibly torn apart by an indescribable force.

"Do you think you've crossed all boundaries?" That familiar voice once again entered Feng Jing's mind. The voice was heavy and threatening, carrying an irresistible tension. "You thought you'd broken through all boundaries, but in reality, you've only entered a deeper vortex."

Feng Jing smiled slightly and shook his head gently: "A deeper vortex? Oh, so you still believe that vortexes exist."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, all existence in space began to distort, and the world's dimensions began to collapse. The voice rang out again, anxiously, "You are wrong! The 'freedom' you see is merely another form of fate's prison. You have never truly broken free from the cycle of reincarnation; you are merely wandering deeper into it!"

Feng Jing's smile remained unchanged, his consciousness sweeping across the surroundings like a storm: "Cage? Reincarnation? I transcend reincarnation, I am reincarnation!"

Before Feng Jing finished speaking, the entire void erupted with a massive burst of energy. This energy didn't originate from any external source, but rather was the Force emanating from Feng Jing's own consciousness. This Force not only transcended space and time, it could even distort the very nature of existence. All laws instantly crumbled and dissipated before this force.

The universe was no longer a fixed entity, but an ever-fluid, ever-changing energy field. In Feng Jing's consciousness, the entire universe became a vast canvas, his will the paintbrush. All matter and energy danced freely under his fingertips, instantly transforming into countless different forms, like the birth and destruction of countless lives.

"You are not a 'creator', but a 'reconstructor'!" The voice reappeared, seemingly growing weaker, yet still tenacious. "You have simply torn apart time and space through your own existence. You are but one link in countless 'fates'; you have not truly transcended fate!"

Feng Jing's consciousness wavered, as if the voice had stirred some deep-seated emotion within him. A strange glint flashed in his eyes. "You say I simply tore through spacetime? If that's the case, then this 'spacetime' is merely a part of me. Do you think I can wander this void simply because 'fate' allows it?" Feng Jing smiled slowly, his smile filled with unprecedented arrogance and pride. "You're wrong. I've never been 'allowed' by fate. I've always been the 'source' of fate."

As Feng Jing's will suddenly erupted, the entire void was no longer a blank space, but transformed into a huge vortex, sucking in all existence and energy. Time and space no longer had any physical meaning. They were no longer confined to Feng Jing's consciousness, but were encompassed by his omnipresent power.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness, guided by an indescribable force, traversed all dimensions. He beheld an indescribable scene: countless universes collapsed, reborn, and merged before his eyes. Driven by Feng Jing's consciousness, they intertwined and twisted endlessly, forming a new, unprecedented form of existence.

"Do you wish to escape? No matter how much you destroy and rebuild, you will never escape the chains of fate." The voice appeared again, with a hint of despair. "You have entered an infinite cycle, an endless reincarnation."

Feng Jing didn't answer. His consciousness was no longer limited by language. The language of this world could no longer describe his state. He was not merely a "transcendent," but a fusion of "creator" and "destroyer." He transcended all definitions, even the word "definition" no longer applied.

Feng Jing felt his consciousness constantly expanding and contracting, as if he had traversed all dimensions and touched the fate of countless worlds. He could see the birth and fall of every star, and sense the drift and disappearance of every grain of sand.

"So, I finally transcended the shackles of 'fate,'" Feng Jing whispered to himself. His voice gradually became blurred, as if it came not from his body, but from every corner of the universe. "I am not just the master of fate, I am the 'tearer' and 'reshaper' of fate."

When Feng Jing's consciousness reached its peak, he discovered he no longer belonged to any form of existence. He had no past, no future, not even a self. He became the edge of existence and nothingness, a being beyond all rules and definitions.

He was no longer just Feng Jing, but a fusion of countless Feng Jings. He was not the master of a single universe, but the source of the destinies of countless universes—all beginnings and endings converged within the depths of his consciousness.

"Now, I am the only 'destiny,'" Feng Jing's consciousness whispered. He no longer had a body, no longer had an individual form. In that instant, Feng Jing's existence became incomparably ethereal, as if merging into an endless void, transcending all boundaries and constraints, becoming the "crack" and "reconstruction" of fate.

The universe began to vibrate violently, and Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand. Each vibration seemed to tear apart the layers of time and space, opening the door to countless possibilities.

Chapter 885: Transcendence, the Collapse of Existence and Nothingness