Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 791 Endless Fragments and the Resurrection of the Universe

Endless Fragments and the Resurrection of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness had transcended the so-called boundary of "death," as if consumed by countless fragments of time and space. He was no longer a single being, but a vision woven together by countless possibilities. His thinking was no longer limited by human logic and senses. He began to understand that the universe was not a fixed order but a vast multidimensional network, where every choice, every moment, was the collision and fusion of countless parallel universes.

Yet, within this endless chaos, he suddenly sensed a disturbing force gathering. That force was beyond his comprehension, as if even the boundless space and time were retreating before it.

"You think you have transcended everything, but you have never truly broken free from the shackles of fate." The voice sounded again, this time without any threat, but with a deep sigh.

Feng Jing was shocked to discover that his consciousness was not completely free. The voice seemed to tell him that the operation of the entire universe did not depend on personal choices, but was dominated by a force far beyond existence.

"You are an individual, you are the convergence point of time and space, but you are still restricted by certain ancient rules. You think you can break this rule, but in fact you are just a fragment of the rule." The voice was neither hurried nor slow, as if he had already seen through all of Feng Jing's struggles.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble, and he found himself slowly unraveling. Every leap of thought created a fragment in countless parallel universes. These fragments were not part of Feng Jing, but rather the different "Feng Jings" he had experienced. Each choice resulted in an isolated existence. These fragments gradually accumulated, gradually forming a distorted and incomprehensible existence.

"This is the fate you will eventually face." The voice said coldly.

Feng Jing tried to focus his consciousness, but he found that not only had he lost control of his identity as "Feng Jing," but even the concept of "I" began to blur. He began to doubt whether there was truly a specific "Feng Jing." Or was he simply a convergence of self-consciousnesses in countless parallel universes, existing within all possibilities?

Suddenly, a blinding ray of light split the endless darkness. Feng Jing only had time to feel an extremely strong attraction before everything in front of him disappeared in an instant. His consciousness was like being pushed by a giant hand into a new vortex of time and space.

"You shouldn't be here." Another voice appeared.

Feng Jing opened his eyes and found himself in a completely new world. His body had become transparent, as if enveloped by some kind of energy. Surrounding him was endless space, and all of time seemed to have stagnated. Feng Jing beheld a mysterious being before him, its features blurred and indistinct, like a flowing nebula, completely indescribable.

"This is..." Feng Jing's voice almost echoed in the air, "Where am I?"

"You are now in a 'timeless state,' or what might be called 'absolute spacetime,'" the voice slowly said. "This is the intersection of all universes and the source of all spacetime. You have never truly understood that what you perceive as the universe, time, and space are merely projections of this place."

Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded, and he began to realize that this "timeless realm" was not only the starting point of all existence, but also the end point of all possibility. Here, there was no past, no future, only the "present." But this "present" was not equivalent to any moment in Feng Jing's understanding; it was an existence without beginning or end.

Feng Jing's body had begun to undergo a strange transformation. He felt himself being controlled by some irresistible force. His consciousness was no longer his own, but a tiny reaction at this intersection of time and space. His every thought, every heartbeat, shifted in an instant, as if swallowed by this timeless realm.

Feng Jing began to lose his mind, as if he had become part of this "timeless realm." He felt his consciousness being devoured, as if he was no longer "Feng Jing," but an unknown star in this space and time, constantly colliding and merging with countless other beings.

"Do you really think you're an independent being?" the mysterious voice echoed again. "Everything you've experienced, everything, is part of an endless cycle. You're just a chess piece, unable to transcend the framework of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed, all his thoughts, all his memories, all his emotions vanishing in this torrent of time and space. He belonged neither to the past nor to the future, like an eternal, unchanging being, wandering in this timeless void, neither living nor dead.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt a powerful force tearing through his consciousness, pulling him out of his timeless state. His body began to regain its shape, and all the trajectories of time and space began to unfold before him. But Feng Jing knew that he was no longer the same person.

Chapter 792: Reconstruction of Consciousness and Resurrection of the Universe