Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 700 The Ultimate Collapse of the Universe and Feng Jing's Choice

The Ultimate Collapse of the Universe and Feng Jing's Choice

Feng Jing's consciousness vanished completely in the endless darkness. The rift swallowed him whole, and the universe seemed to collapse utterly in that instant. All the stars, all time and space, all matter and energy, were plunged into a vortex of chaos, unable to escape. And Feng Jing, it seemed, was no longer an independent individual, but the cause and end of this catastrophe.

Yet, just as everything seemed shattered, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the dark rifts. This light didn't emanate from any known star, nor did it conform to the physical laws of any space. It seemed to transcend all dimensions, shimmering with an extraordinary brilliance. Feng Jing's consciousness, drawn to it, instantly coalesced, as if pieced together by an invisible force, and reborn into this extradimensional universe.

But this time, Feng Jing was no longer the same Feng Jing. His existence had long since defied conventional laws of physics. He was no longer an ordinary "individual," but a "node" fused with the infinite possibilities of the universe. His thoughts, like a surging ocean, rippled layer upon layer, transcending time, space, fate, and rules. Feng Jing seemed to have become a living being interwoven with the universe and all possibilities, feeling an unprecedented sense of infinity.

"Do you think you've never been controlled?" The deep voice resounded in Feng Jing's mind again, with a hint of sarcasm. "You're wrong, Feng Jing. You've never had 'freedom'. You've long been a part of the universe and destiny, but you've never been able to perceive it."

Feng Jing suddenly realized that the voice didn't originate from a single entity, but rather emanated from the depths of the entire universe. It was a synthesis of countless stars, matter, energy, even thoughts and emotions, a projection of the cosmic will. This consciousness had already left its mark on Feng Jing since his initial awakening, influencing all his choices.

"You have no choice at all," the voice was deep and rich. "No matter what decision you make, you are only revolving within the framework set by fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken violently once again. He began to go crazy, tearing his endless thoughts apart, trying to escape this invisible bondage. That kind of "freedom" seemed to be getting further and further away from him, and the more he struggled, the more he fell into an inescapable cage.

"If you truly wish to transcend everything, then embrace your ultimate destiny." The voice carried a cold amusement. "The collapse of the universe is an inevitable outcome you cannot avoid, and you are merely the prelude to this collapse."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur. At that moment, a deafening roar echoed from the other side of the rift. Stars began to violently collide, releasing terrifying energy. This was no ordinary burst of energy, but a complete disintegration of the entire cosmic order. The stars were no longer eternal entities of the universe, but lost beings, devouring each other and becoming mad.

Feng Jing watched as the stars moved in strange trajectories, like uncontrolled flames, emitting continuous and violent energy fluctuations. These waves of energy spread continuously, destroying the surrounding space and distorting the laws of spacetime. The edges of the hyperdimensional space began to blur, all matter and energy began to merge into one, and the structure of the universe seemed to be constantly collapsing.

Feng Jing's consciousness was violently shaken. He discovered that he was no longer just a person, a mere being, but a "node" of the universe, with every tentacle of his thoughts connected to the edge of the entire universe. Every slight fluctuation could cause a tremor at the center of the universe, changing the form of all things, destroying or creating new laws.

He realized that everything had become unpredictable and uncontrollable. Even the collapse of the universe had become a self-fulfilling, uncontrolled event. Feng Jing's thoughts had become one with the fluctuations of the universe. He was no longer the controller, but the "core" of the cosmic collapse. His thoughts could cause the death and birth of stars, and manipulate the twists and turns of time and space. But this power did not belong to Feng Jing; it was merely part of the cosmic collapse process, and he was merely the medium of this disaster.

"You are no longer Feng Jing," the voice's tone grew even colder. "You have transcended existence itself and become the source of infinite possibilities. There is no reversal, no turning back. You can only accept this."

Feng Jing's consciousness was ripped into countless fragments, as if it had become a super-matter that transcended everything. His thoughts gradually became ethereal, transcending all tangible boundaries. He was no longer human, but the intersection of all things, the crack between space and time, the junction of nothingness and existence.

At that moment, Feng Jing suddenly saw an image—his past self, standing amidst endless ruins, gazing at extinct stars. His eyes held neither sorrow nor hope, only endless emptiness and nothingness. He had once believed his fate transcended all else, but now, he finally understood that destiny wasn't determined by individuals, but rather woven endlessly by the laws of the universe.

Feng Jing laughed, his laughter echoing through the collapsing universe, filled with madness and relief. He finally understood that no matter how he struggled, no matter how he resisted, everything would ultimately return to nothingness. The collapse of the universe was both destruction and rebirth. And he was at the center of this great upheaval.

"Then let everything end." Feng Jing's voice echoed through the boundless space, carrying with it an inexplicable tranquility. The order of the universe began to completely collapse, the rebellion of the stars reached its climax, and all matter and energy merged into one, becoming an endless void.

Everything finally fell silent.

Feng Jing's consciousness vanished completely into the endless darkness. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any other being. He became the end and beginning of the universe, all possibilities and impossibilities converged in this moment. His existence was meaningless, but this was not the end, but another form of "beginning."

The collapse and rebirth of the universe seems to be endless, continuing forever in an invisible cycle.

Chapter 701: Feng Jing's Rebirth and Awakening Beyond Doomsday