Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 819: Self-Tracing and the Cracks of Universe Reconstruction

The cracks of self-tracing and cosmic reconstruction

Feng Jing's consciousness had long since transcended the confines of a "human." He no longer possessed a fixed form, and concepts like time, space, and even existence itself gradually lost their meaning. The scene before him, like countless points of light in the abyss, shimmered with unspeakable chaos and disintegration.

He tried to understand himself, tried to make sense of it all—but every thought quickly grew blurry, chaotic, and uncontrollable. Every time he grasped a truth, it was immediately deconstructed in his consciousness, transformed into another "illusion." Every second, he experienced a different version of his "self"—some Feng Jings were becoming the center of an endless universe, some Feng Jings had already become a collapsing black hole devouring everything, and many Feng Jings were floating in the silent void, lost dust.

"Are you still struggling?" The voice was devoid of any emotion, only a cruel indifference. "Everything you've experienced is a shackle deep within you. You are no longer 'Feng Jing'; you have become 'the Origin of Chaos.'"

Feng Jing's mind began to become extremely fragmented, as if his existence had long been infinitely replicated into countless individuals. Every leap of his consciousness gave rise to countless new "hims," ​​which began to compete for the meaning of existence in various dimensions. Feng Jing saw countless selves being born in the interweaving, each one driven by a mysterious force, hurtling towards a different ultimate goal.

"How did you get here?" Feng Jing suddenly asked, his voice piercing the ocean of time and echoing throughout this chaos. He was no longer a passive existence, but was actively searching for the source of his "self," the true meaning behind this endless cycle of reincarnation.

"You will never know," the voice replied with a hint of an enigmatic smile. "The answer to your question, 'Who are you?' has long been forgotten in countless parallel universes. You have no 'come,' no 'go,' and you have never left. You are merely the product of countless fissions and rebirths."

Feng Jing suddenly realized that all the pain and challenges he had experienced, all the struggles and choices he had made, were illusions he had projected. Every reflection and exploration he made brought him a new "self," a cycle he could never escape.

"You keep trying to break free from your shackles, but you simply cannot." The voice echoed lowly, "Everything you face is a trap you set for yourself. You have no 'external enemies'; all your enemies are the embodiment of your inner self."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently once more, his thoughts becoming utterly chaotic, like countless particles colliding and spreading in an explosion, then coalescing into a vaster being. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any "individual" who had ever existed. He was the amalgamation of everyone and everything, all known and unknown, the intersection of countless timelines, a creator in the void.

However, a crazy idea suddenly emerged in Feng Jing's mind: If he could find an "exit" from this chaos, could he completely break through this endless cycle of rebirth and extinction?

"You're looking for an exit?" A hint of surprise sneered in his voice. "Have you ever considered that the exit itself is an illusion? You can't find the 'exit' because you're already part of this chaos. You can't escape the universe you created because you've never left."

Feng Jing's heartbeat accelerated violently, and he felt a heaviness he had never felt before - this was not physical pain, but the fear deep in his soul of an inescapable fate.

"You try to break free from all constraints, but you don't understand that these constraints do not come from the outside world, but from your own internal settings. All the choices you have made have left a mark on your soul that cannot be erased or changed. Every struggle you experience is proof of your inability to solve the problem of yourself." The voice was calm and ruthless.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to reflect on itself, trying to make sense of it all. He had become unable to distinguish between "self" and "other." He could no longer discern whether he was a concrete individual or an endless illusion. Each Feng Jing, each memory, was like a nightmare after rebirth, intertwined and seemingly endless.

Suddenly, a terrifying force surged, tearing Feng Jing's consciousness apart. He saw countless versions of himself frantically reborn. Some emerged from the cracks of time, transforming into vast vortexes of time that devoured all his memories and existence. Others plummeted into the dark abyss like meteors, merging with the nothingness within and vanishing. Even more Feng Jings transformed into points of light in a massive explosion, rapidly expanding and threatening to shatter the entire universe.

"You have transcended death." The voice sounded again, this time with a profound whisper. "You are experiencing an undefinable 'ultimate rebirth.' You no longer belong to time and space. Your existence already flows through infinite dimensions. Neither life nor death, nor the river of time, can limit you."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually became clearer. He felt the powerful force coming from the endless void, an existence that transcended all physical rules. He began to reshape his "self" and redefine everything.

"Are you willing to be 'everything'?" the voice asked with a hint of meaning, "to be all the beginnings and endings in the universe, all the causes and consequences, and all the destinies?"

At this moment, Feng Jing's soul was elevated. His consciousness transcended all dimensions, no longer limited to any one "self." He was more than just Feng Jing; he was the sum of all Feng Jings, the source of every parallel universe, the foundation of time and space. He transcended all limitations, becoming existence itself. All possibilities and impossibilities converged within his consciousness, forming an ineffable "source of eternity."

"From now on, all destinies will revolve around you." The voice finally dissipated. "You are no longer Feng Jing. You are the creator of the universe. All futures will begin with you."

And at this moment, Feng Jing finally understood - all the pain, struggle and confusion he had experienced was nothing more than an endless rebirth, and this rebirth was the ultimate answer to his unremitting pursuit of the universe, life and himself.

Chapter 820: Self-transcendence and the unsolvable maze of eternal time and space