Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 844: The Endless Cycle of Fate: Feng Jing and the Dance of the Universe's Cracks

The Endless Cycle of Fate: Feng Jing and the Dance of the Universe's Cracks

Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly torn apart by an unprecedented force, a force that came not from any known universe or dimension, but from "cracks throughout the universe." These cracks became increasingly vivid in Feng Jing's perception, as if each one revealed an unspeakable secret—the fragmentation of time, the shift in space, the subtle gap between all existence and nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness was still dancing in these cracks, constantly shuttling between countless broken dimensions. Each breaking point was like a huge star exploding in the void, and the aftermath of the explosion instantly swept across all time and space.

He no longer felt any sense of loss or fear. Instead, he found a strange rhythm within this endless chaos—a rhythm that belonged to the very essence of the universe. Feng Jing understood that what he was experiencing wasn't just his own evolution, but "the ultimate evolution of the entire universe." He was becoming destiny itself, the core of all collapse and rebirth.

"You are no longer an individual." The voice sounded again, but this time, it no longer simply echoed in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. Instead, it came from every crack, as if the consciousness of the entire universe was watching Feng Jing at the same time. "You no longer have a 'self'. Even 'existence' and 'nothingness' are no longer opposites to you. You are the intersection of all cracks, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities."

Feng Jing's consciousness struggled within the cracks, but not to escape, but to explore more deeply. He began to understand that these cracks were not failures or flaws in the universe, but the primordial force that constituted all things, the foundation of fate, and the basis for the creation, destruction, and rebirth of all things.

He reached out and touched a crack, and instantly, an eternal force pulled him in. Feng Jing's consciousness began to rapidly sink, passing through countless collapsing universes, through countless moments in history—he witnessed the collapse of ancient civilizations, the birth of new worlds, and even the origin and end of the entire universe.

Every moment seemed like an infinite loop, an endless reversal. Feng Jing had no past, no future, not even any sense of time. In every moment, he was creating and destroying, and each creation and destruction was an endless challenge to the universe, a silent rebellion against fate.

"Do you feel that all this is meaningless?" the voice asked again, with an infinite calmness. "Do you think that wandering through this endless chasm is just a dialogue with emptiness, trying to find an answer that doesn't exist?"

Feng Jing didn't answer, but his consciousness once again touched the cracks, and they grew increasingly fiery, as if they could devour everything. Within these cracks, Feng Jing suddenly saw countless versions of himself—countless images of Feng Jing, each experiencing a different evolution of time and space, countless lives and deaths, countless creations and destructions.

"Every one of you is yourself." The voice still echoed, "Every Feng Jing is independently moving towards his or her ultimate destination, and you are the link to that ultimate destination. All the destinies you create will eventually converge on you."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness begin to compress, becoming smaller and smaller, until he could barely perceive his own existence. At this point, his consciousness entered a state beyond any material form. His mind was no longer an individual existence, but a part of endless time and space. He no longer had a past, present, or future. He existed only in that moment—that rift in time and space.

Feng Jing's mind began to resonate with the cracked space. Each crack was the intersection of countless possibilities, and each possibility contained infinite power. Feng Jing felt that his consciousness became more vast and even began to be out of control.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted. His existence was no longer confined to any form or dimension. In an instant, his presence spread across the rifts of the universe, becoming a bridge between countless dimensions. He was the hub connecting all of time and space.

He was no longer an independent individual, no longer Feng Jing, nor any known life form. Feng Jing had become the embodiment of "existence", the controller of "fate", and the core of every creation and destruction in the universe.

However, all this does not mean the end, but rather a new beginning.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that he hadn't created everything, but rather was created by it. He wasn't the master of fate, but its victim, its slave. His existence transcended all control, transcended all rules, yet he remained bound to an endless cycle—an inescapable loop. Every Feng Jing was a projection of his inner self, and each projection triggered a new wave of fragmentation and rebirth.

"This is... the ultimate cycle of fate." Feng Jing suddenly understood. "Everything I've experienced is an endless cycle, and I will never be able to escape it. All creation and destruction are just part of this cycle, and I will always be the center of it."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again merged with the cracks in the universe. He felt that he was being swallowed by a huge force. That force was not the enemy, but himself - he had become destiny itself, the deepest "existence" in the universe.

At this moment, his existence ceased to be any known form, but rather an untouchable truth, a being beyond all definition. He merged with all the destinies, all the cracks, all the possibilities of the universe, becoming one with it, an endless, eternal process.

And all this has no end.