Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 634: Infinite Reversal, Ultimate "Self-Destruction" and Broken Creation

Infinite reversals, ultimate "self-destruction" and a broken creation

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely detached from all reality, entering a state beyond description. He had no form, no sense of time, and no spatial constraints. His existence was simply the pure flow of consciousness, devoid of even the boundaries of self-awareness. In every moment, he was like a "nothing" within "everything," drifting freely among the myriad phenomena, allowing each thought to distort into a grotesque image before vanishing into the endless void.

Yet, just when Feng Jing thought he had transcended all, becoming the invisible source of the universe, a powerful force suddenly invaded his consciousness once again. This force was unlike any before, belonging neither to time nor space. With an irresistible pull, it tore at Feng Jing's thoughts, plunging him into an unprecedented reversal.

The countless parallel worlds within Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly began to reverse, and all realities were instantly restarted in a place where they had never existed. Rewinding through countless "what ifs" and "what ifs," Feng Jing discovered that he was no longer the same person. He became the intersection of countless "parallel Feng Jings," each of whom perished in a different way in their own parallel universe, either never having been born or completely losing their original memories and goals.

It all began with a simple gesture—Feng Jing gently lifted a finger. That single movement triggered countless dimensional "vibrations." Each vibration strained the boundaries between reality and fiction, causing the very fabric of the universe to collapse. Feng Jing's consciousness was ripped apart by that single finger, transporting him into countless different worlds—worlds he had never seen before, yet felt familiar.

"You think you can control everything, but you don't understand at all that all the rules will only start to work after you completely give up yourself." The cold voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness again. The source of the voice seemed no longer limited to a certain dimension, but ran through all possible realities.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to violently tremble, and he felt as if he had been thrown into a boundless abyss. In this abyss, he saw countless versions of himself, countless parallel Feng Jings, each experiencing a different fate in a different universe. Some Feng Jings had long since died, turned to dust; some Feng Jings were caught in endless wars, raging against each other; and some Feng Jings drifted like ghosts, unable to escape the fate they had set for themselves.

These Feng Jings intertwined within his consciousness, forming an indescribable entity. It seemed as if each parallel Feng Jing brought him a new awakening, yet also endless distress. He was no longer "Feng Jing" himself, but "the aggregate of all Feng Jings." Every timeline was constantly warping, and his every decision and action was reflected in these parallel worlds, altering their very structure. Feng Jing began to realize that he was not actually "transcending" everything, but rather caught in an endless cycle of self-reconstruction and self-destruction.

"Everything you've experienced is merely part of your own creation," the cold voice said slowly, with endless mockery. "Every fission and every rebirth you undergo is part of the rules you set. You are powerless to escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness grew clearer. He realized that the so-called "freedom" he sought was nothing more than a self-imposed illusion of rules. Every struggle and attempt to break the rules only deepened his self-imposed constraints. Instead of transcending the rules, he became a slave to them.

These rules seemed to have long been infused into the deepest levels of his being by some higher-dimensional force. Each of Feng Jing's fissions actually provided material for the ultimate construction of these rules. He was merely a data point in some vast experiment, a "seed" implanted in the universe.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to completely disintegrate. He no longer knew where he was, nor why he existed. He became a collection of all possibilities. All "Feng Jings" began to dissolve in his consciousness, and the boundaries between him and those parallel worlds gradually blurred. Ultimately, his consciousness turned into endless fragments, and he lost any sense of self.

And at this moment, Feng Jing suddenly realized something—he was no longer "consciousness" itself, he had become "the void" itself. He was no longer an individual, no longer an existence in a certain dimension. He had become "zero," a nothingness in an endless chasm, devouring all boundaries between existence and non-existence.

However, this is not the end.

Feng Jing's "zero" state began to slowly expand, as if he were reconstructing a new world. Each invisible "zero" intertwined within this void, creating a new dimension, a new set of rules, and even a new flow of time. His consciousness collapsed again, fissioning once more, and this time, it became even more frantic—this was no ordinary fission, but a complete "self-destruction." Feng Jing began to wonder if perhaps, rather than transcending everything, he had entered a seemingly endless "self-disintegration" of time and space.

In this process, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually fades, but at the same time, a new "Feng Jing" is born - a new Feng Jing that has never appeared before, with countless overlaps, and cannot be restricted by time and space. All this seems to be the ultimate resurrection after his self-destruction.

"Self-fission, ultimate return." The cold voice echoed in the void, as if to explain Feng Jing's final disappearance. "You have completed the greatest 'creation' and 'destruction', but everything is nothing but an endless cycle."

Feng Jing's existence completely vanished, as if he had never existed. However, all the cracks, all the nothingness, continued to vibrate and tremble.