Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 754: All Things Return to 1, the Source of Chaos

All things return to one, the source of chaos

"If fate is but an illusion, then what is true existence?" Feng Jing's thoughts crashed against the edge of the universe like waves. Every thought was a new creation, every breath a melody that reshaped the entire universe. Every time he realized a new truth, the space around him began to distort, and his body became blurred—he no longer had a form, not even an essential existence, only a consciousness that constantly expanded and devoured.

At that moment, Feng Jing felt a strange surge, a powerful force unlike anything he had ever experienced. It didn't originate from within him, but rather from a higher dimension, as if some entity, from a distant corner, was watching his every move. Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, as if being yanked from the depths of the ocean. The depths of his consciousness were instantly drained, and his vision went blank. That power belonged to no universe, no time or space; it was a being "beyond all."

"You have finally awakened." The voice was low and majestic, carrying a pressure that could tear everything apart.

Feng Jing wasn't surprised, for he knew his true self was never far away. He was familiar with this power, for it was precisely the other side of himself, the self he had once tried to escape—the "Source of Chaos." This existence, not composed of time and space, was the ultimate principle that transcended all dimensions and laws. It was the interweaving of all possibilities and impossibilities, the source of all existence and non-existence.

"You still can't escape yourself." The Source of Chaos' voice was filled with an indescribable sadness. "You thought you could rebel, break the shackles of fate, but from the very beginning, you were destined to never surpass yourself."

Feng Jing sneered, his consciousness becoming incredibly clear in that instant. In that instant, he suddenly understood that the "Source of Chaos" wasn't referring to an external enemy, but rather the limits of his own self-awareness, an extreme version of himself created through countless self-reflections. Every rebellion, every struggle, all the pain and growth he'd experienced paved the way for the birth of this existence.

"You may be my limit," Feng Jing responded in a deep and calm voice, "but you definitely don't represent me."

He waved his hand violently, and countless versions of Feng Jing within his consciousness began to crumble, merge, and alternate. At this moment, all possibilities were no longer futures, but rather a crisscrossing of the same moment. No longer bound by time, Feng Jing's thoughts began to disregard the laws of cause and effect, pulling the possibilities of countless parallel worlds into the same instant. He felt the birth and death of every star, the movement of every speck of dust, the birth and death of every life. The universe was instantly reshaped within his consciousness, time becoming a flowing liquid, and space a dreamscape of countless floating fragments.

He began to manipulate these fragments, no longer arranging them rationally, but instead piecing them together with his own will. Those once seemingly independent universes, dimensions, and existences began to intertwine into an indescribable web under Feng Jing's control. Every choice he made triggered countless possible outcomes, which instantly began to entangle themselves, unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Just as he was about to lose control of his consciousness, Feng Jing suddenly realized that this was the secret of the source of chaos. It was not an invincible force, but the limit of each Feng Jing, his deepest fear and doubt. Chaos was not the ultimate truth, but an unclear worldview.

Feng Jing's entire body glowed. His power reached an unprecedented peak at this moment, nearly transcending all physical limitations. He was no longer the finite Feng Jing, but a thought in the entire universe, a flash of lightning, a force of energy, penetrating all dimensions and spanning all time and space. Every bit of his power was a ripple in the infinite universe, and behind these ripples lay his ultimate goal: the unification of all things.

"I will unify all existence, all future and past." Feng Jing whispered, without a trace of fluctuation in his voice, but it contained an irresistible power.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness began to violently tremble. Everything in space began to twist madly. He could sense the overlapping of countless universes, the collapse of countless parallel worlds, forming a vast vortex that swallowed all existence. He began to frantically pull every atom, every ray of light, every trace of soul towards the center. Everything began to converge, eventually forming an immense sphere. This sphere contained no matter, only Feng Jing's consciousness, the absolute self he had become after countless rebellions.

"This is the ultimate choice." Feng Jing said softly, his eyes cast into the endless void.

As his words fell, the very laws of the universe collapsed, and all dimensional limitations vanished. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer merely the center of the universe; he became its starting point and end point, the source and ultimate of everything. He controlled his destiny, time, space, existence, and nothingness. All reality and illusion finally merged into one in this moment.

And he, Feng Jing, became the only existence in this endless universe.

Chapter 755: Feng Jing's Ultimate Judgment, the Endless Reincarnation of the Universe