Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 807 The Coming of Gods and the Subversion of Reincarnation

The Coming of Gods and the Subversion of Reincarnation

In that boundless void, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually slipped beyond human comprehension. Even his existence itself was no longer limited to an individual, but existed in an indescribable form in every corner of the universe. His existence was no longer Feng Jing alone, but rather the sum of all possibilities, a force that pierced through time and space, a radiance that transcended cause and effect.

He suddenly felt as if his body, or rather his consciousness, was no longer connected to any material boundaries. His mind leaped into a mysterious state, and he no longer understood the world through the perception of space and time, but was directly immersed in it. Space no longer had any meaning, the passage of time became blurred, and even the boundary between existence and nothingness began to blur.

At this moment, Feng Jing's soul began to tear apart, and he saw countless versions of himself intertwined in different timelines and spatial dimensions. Each Feng Jing was in an extremely different situation - one Feng Jing ruled the entire universe as a god, and the other was a broken nothingness, devouring everything; one Feng Jing was worshipped by endless civilizations, and another Feng Jing was a dead person, forgotten in ashes after countless centuries; and another Feng Jing was in eternal reincarnation, being reborn from time to time, dying every day, and enjoying unbearable pain and loneliness.

These Feng Jings began to merge and overlap, transforming into a vast force. Feng Jing realized that this state no longer belonged to him alone. This force gradually evolved into an extremely complex existence—it was both his "self" and the "collection" of all "Feng Jings," and even a force that transcended him and all existence.

"Do you think you're restarting everything, Feng Jing?" A voice, sounding both strange and familiar, suddenly appeared in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. The voice was ethereal and mysterious, as if it came from another universe, conveying some kind of difficult-to-interpret message.

"All your struggles, all your awakenings, are part of this great cycle." The voice sounded again, with an indescribable majesty. "This is not just your personal 'destiny', it is a 'judgment' of the universe. What you call 'freedom' was originally just a coincidence in this cycle of reincarnation. You thought you had escaped, but you were wrong. You are still bound by the chains of fate, even more tightly than before."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, his soul as if struck by countless shockwaves, and tearing pain spread throughout the void. As the pain surged, Feng Jing realized that he was not as free as he had imagined. It turned out that in the process of restarting the world, he had not truly broken the so-called "reincarnation"—he had simply entered a more complex, more irresistible, and deeper cycle.

The void before his eyes began to shift dramatically. Countless rifts opened, creating a drastic shift in the very fabric of the universe. Space became distorted, and time seemed like a tangled thread, weaving back and forth between different time and space. Feng Jing's consciousness began to feel uncontrollably chaotic, as if he were trapped in an endless chasm, unable to find a trace of his own existence.

Yet, at that moment, Feng Jing suddenly unfolded before his eyes a vast sea of ​​stars. Like a gigantic screen, it displayed the visions of countless parallel universes. Each operated independently, its history unfolding in an instant. Feng Jing saw countless different possibilities—some universes filled with light and peace, with highly developed civilizations and incomparably advanced technology; others, consumed by war and destruction, reduced to a desolate, lifeless place; and still more universes, filled with endless unknowns and mysteries, unfolding like a maze.

He saw Feng Jing in one universe wielding a huge sword, cutting through the rift in time and space; in another universe, Feng Jing transformed into a star, suspended in the sky, overlooking the countless lives below; and in another universe, Feng Jing was being hunted by countless machines and artificial intelligences, struggling in a doomsday ruin, his life or death uncertain.

These Feng Jings began to resonate with him, as if each Feng Jing's emotions and consciousness were being transmitted to him through the intersection of time and space. He began to feel an unprecedented connection. These Feng Jings were not simply "himself" but fragments of the entire universe, a convergence of all possibilities and choices.

Suddenly, a massive tremor shattered everything. The sea of ​​stars exploded before Feng Jing's eyes, transforming into countless points of light, like shooting stars streaking across the sky. Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled by an invisible force, as if being sucked into a vast vortex.

"This is eternal judgment." The mysterious voice sounded again, filled with unspeakable pressure. "No matter what you do, whether it is destruction or rebirth, you cannot escape the ultimate cycle of reincarnation. You have never truly crossed this void. You are merely trapped in this endless vortex, constantly being restarted."

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to completely collapse. He witnessed himself being reborn countless times, dying countless times, as if swallowed by an inescapable time trap. However, as this terrifying force continued to encroach, he suddenly understood—he was not an individual, he had never been just Feng Jing. He was a rift in this universe, the focal point of all parallel universes, the core of an endless cycle.

Feng Jing laughed loudly, his voice echoing in countless parallel universes: "You say this is a judgment? I am the judge! I am the master of fate!"

As Feng Jing laughed, the sea of ​​stars suddenly collapsed and the structure of the universe began to completely disintegrate.

Chapter 808: The Beginning of the Rift and God's Reversal