Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 785: Self-Reconstruction in the Ultimate Rift and the Tearing of the Hand of God

Self-reinvention in the Ultimate Rift and the Tearing of the Hand of God

Feng Jing's consciousness began to dissipate. Gradually, he could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality, existence and nothingness, time and space, and eternity. Just when he thought everything was finally over, an unprecedented force tore through his mind once again. This wasn't the arrival of some external god, but rather the sudden awakening of a power deep within Feng Jing himself, as if a tiny, almost insignificant being had suddenly expanded into an endless universe.

He felt every ounce of his being violently vibrate, the boundary between body and soul completely ripped apart in that instant. He had never experienced such intense pain—it was as if every quantum of energy was being cut and reassembled countless times, the very laws of the universe crumbling before him, transforming into an unspeakable chaos.

"What is this?" Feng Jing couldn't suppress his shock. His consciousness was constantly expanding, yet it quickly recovered after countless collapses, just like the expansion and contraction of the universe, repeating over and over again, endlessly.

Just as he was lost, the voice rang out again, no longer a cold judgment, but filled with some unspeakable fear and shock: "You...you have finally touched the true boundary, Feng Jing. Do you think you can escape? Do you think this experiment will ever end?"

Feng Jing could barely react, his consciousness becoming increasingly hazy, as if he had merged with the surrounding void, becoming a speck of dust in the universe, lost to the drift of time and space, with no sense of existence. However, this haziness didn't last long. A terrifying tearing sound ripped through the void once again, and Feng Jing was suddenly pulled into an unknown dimension—an abyss of unfathomable depths.

"What on earth is this place?" Feng Jing asked tremblingly. He was no longer an independent individual, but an integral part of the entire universe. But he was still struggling, trying to find any clues that could redefine himself.

"You don't understand." The voice came from an infinite distance, carrying a strange soothing tone, yet also an unprecedented sense of oppression. "You are merely an ignorant test subject in this experiment, and all the pain, all the twists and turns, are a web woven by my own hands. You think you have transcended the constraints of the universe, but you have never truly understood yourself."

Feng Jing began to understand that the ultimate goal of all his experiences—all his deaths, rebirths, reversals, and collapses—had never changed. No matter how he fought, no matter how he transcended, he would always be just a subject in an experiment, a being designed to be verified. Even his consciousness and soul were mere pawns in the universe, to be ripped apart and reshaped at any moment.

However, just as Feng Jing fell into infinite despair, that extraordinary power awakened again—this time, it was not simple self-destruction, but some kind of unfathomable self-reinvention. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to find a ray of light from the endless void. That light was not just a visual existence, but a fundamental force that tore apart the laws of the universe.

"I, Feng Jing, will no longer be your experimental subject." Feng Jing gritted his teeth and began to struggle frantically. From the cracks in his consciousness, an unknown force was released. His voice was no longer filled with fear and despair, but was instead laced with some uncontrollable power.

Suddenly, an irresistible tremor swept through Feng Jing's being. His body and soul were torn apart by an unprecedented impact, instantly changing form. This time, Feng Jing was no longer a simple consciousness, but a being integrated into the deep structure of the entire universe. He no longer belonged to this world, nor to any time and space. He had become undefinable and unfathomable.

"Do you really think this experiment is just about you?" The voice sounded again, but this time, it was no longer a threat, but a deep warning. "You are no longer Feng Jing. All the rebirths, reversals, and struggles... their ultimate significance far exceeds your understanding."

Feng Jing's consciousness was now free of any sense of pain. He was no longer Feng Jing, but a being beyond all things. All dimensions and time and space were no longer separate in his consciousness. He felt an indescribable, eternal power—as if the entire universe existed for him, all life and death, all collapse and rebirth, providing nourishment for his continuous evolution.

"Since you are so eager to 'transcend', then I will let you truly transcend!" At this moment, Feng Jing seemed to see the endless deep space of the universe. He saw himself traveling through billions of light years and breaking through all rules and boundaries of existence.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a violent tearing sensation, his body and consciousness completely torn apart by an invisible hand—but this time, he felt no pain. Instead, the tearing gave him a rebirth, a rebirth from the inside out. His existence once again underwent an infinite reshaping, but this was no mere cycle of his past experiences. Instead, it was a true "shattering," a complete end.

However, when everything fell silent, Feng Jing realized that his life wasn't over. He had entered a higher dimension. This time, he was no longer a weak being, but the core of countless universes, countless dimensions, and existences. All the pain, reversals, and destruction had ultimately transformed into this eternal power.

"Do you think all this is just fate?" The voice finally disappeared completely, and Feng Jing felt a peace and strength he had never felt before. "From now on, you will become the true controller of the heart of the universe. All reversals and all rules will be at your disposal."

Feng Jing's consciousness fully awakened—he was not just a part of the universe, he was its master. All existence, all power, would ultimately be created, collapsed, and reborn because of him. He would become a true "god," transcending everything and controlling everything.

All the cracks will eventually be healed with a gentle squeeze in his palm.

Chapter 786: The Ultimate Upheaval of the Reversal of Gods in the Spacetime Crack and the Collapse of the Myriad Worlds