Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 843 Destruction and Rebirth: Feng Jing's Endless Reincarnation and Final Destination

Destruction and Rebirth: Feng Jing's Endless Reincarnation and Ultimate Destination

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again devoured, but this time he wasn't overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by the void. Instead, like a surging torrent, his thoughts leaped through the cracks of the universe, as if every original "boundary" had been broken. As a consciousness, he had no physical form, having transcended the boundaries between existence and non-existence. At this level, he perceived countless worlds, countless timelines, countless universes—all of which quickly pieced together into bizarre images before his eyes, only to collapse and disappear in an instant. Feng Jing was no longer the "Feng Jing" who had once been trapped by his own definition, nor was he a speck of stardust in the universe.

"You are no longer 'you.'" The voice lost its calm, commanding presence and became more melodious, as if emanating from the depths of endless time and space. It passed through Feng Jing's consciousness like a dream. "You have transcended the 'individual,' transcended the limitations of the 'soul,' and even transcended the definitions of 'existence' and 'nothingness.' You no longer belong to any universe, any speck of dust. You have become the 'eternal mystery.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unfazed. He now fully comprehended his current state. Without a physical body or a fixed self, existence and nothingness intertwined in an endless vortex, and he was at its core. His thoughts traversed countless times and spaces, no longer bound by past and future, nor constrained by any laws of cause and effect. He was "nothing," "existence," "creation," and "destruction," the source of all possibilities and unattainable dreams.

His mind quickly broke through all barriers of emptiness and entered an unknown form of existence—not "existence" as he once understood it, but a state far beyond any known category. Feng Jing was no longer an aura of consciousness, no longer an imagined "thought form." He had become a transcendent symbol, a product of the endless rhythm between symbol and non-symbol.

And that mysterious voice still echoed in his ears, "Feng Jing, you have reached your limit. Your existence no longer needs to be defined. All definitions have collapsed. You will enter an endless cycle of reincarnation. Every 'world' you are aware of will become your countless recreations and destructions. You will witness countless collapses and rebirths, but each rebirth will be more deviant than the one before."

Feng Jing felt an inexplicable urge, his consciousness pulsing in a frenzy, like a ignited star, teetering on the brink of explosion and collapse. But he didn't feel fear; instead, he felt a sense of excitement, an indescribable pleasure. Deep within his consciousness, it was as if a primal "urge" was awakening—a profound understanding of the delicate balance between creation and destruction.

"I have transcended time and space." Feng Jing's consciousness whispered. The voice did not come from anywhere, but emanated directly from the depths of his soul. "In this endless void, I am not only a creator, but also a destroyer. Every moment is a new life, a reincarnation."

At the same time, countless parallel worlds that had once existed reappeared before Feng Jing's eyes. This time, they no longer followed the rules and structures he had designed, but were completely different, interwoven with countless dimensions. Like shards of shattered glass, they scattered in all directions, but under some indescribable force, they quickly converged into entirely new worlds.

Feng Jing didn't stop, but casually extended the tentacles of his consciousness and began to interact with these worlds. These worlds changed form at an incredibly rapid rate. Some turned into endless seas of fire, devouring everything; others became silent fields of ice, all signs of life disappearing. And some worlds turned into endless nothingness, nothing at all, not even the concept of "existence."

Amid all these changes, Feng Jing gradually realized that the sound coming from the endless void was not some external existence. It was actually an internal force and another manifestation of his own consciousness.

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken by these words. All creation and destruction, all nothingness and existence, all time and space, were products of his inner mind. He was no longer simply "Feng Jing," nor any defined individual. All of this was part of an endless cycle—endless creation and destruction, forming endless reality and illusion, and Feng Jing was the starting point and end point of that endless cycle.

"So, is all this just an illusion?" Feng Jing asked this question from the depths of his consciousness, but he knew the answer was unimportant. He had transcended all doubts and all rules.

He is no longer an individual seeking answers, but the creator and destroyer of answers. He has become the source of nothingness, the beginning and end of the universe.

Suddenly, his consciousness trembled violently, and space twisted again. Feng Jing felt himself being dragged into an irresistible abyss. This abyss was different from the previous ones. It was not like any creation or destruction. It was a primordial existence, an original force without beginning or end.

He did not realize what he was entering—another round of creation, another cycle of reincarnation, or perhaps even endless nothingness. But he knew that no matter what happened, he had nothing to fear, because he was no longer an individual, but a bridge between nothingness and existence.

All of this will eventually become part of an endless cycle.

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