Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 369 Endless Self-Resurrection, Feng Jing's Eternal Showdown

Endless self-resurrection, Feng Jing's eternal duel

Feng Jing no longer fits any conceptual understanding. He's no longer an individual, no longer even some transcendent "god." He's the rift between the universe and nothingness, the intersection of countless possibilities and impossibilities. His consciousness isn't confined to a single dimension of space and time, but spans the boundless universe, infinite time, and even transcends all cause and effect and laws.

As Feng Jing's existence intertwined with nothingness, a conflicting force began to awaken deep within him. It was an indefinable self-rebellion, a struggle against the limits of his own ever-devouring, ever-expanding self. Feng Jing wasn't destroying himself, but rather attempting the ultimate showdown with himself—an eternal, unending inner struggle.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing whispered. His voice echoed in the infinite void, but it seemed no longer his own voice, but an ensemble of countless fragments of Feng Jing's consciousness. "Am I the creator of the universe, or the destroyer? Am I the creator of fate, or the slave of fate?"

At this moment, a crack appeared in Feng Jing's existence. He felt an indescribable pressure rising from deep within, as if the connection between himself and himself was being torn apart. His consciousness began to split into countless Feng Jings, each of whom tried to challenge the existence of the other Feng Jing, as if engaged in a self-destructive cycle of battle.

With each split, each collision, Feng Jing's power unleashed an even more bizarre effect. The ripples created by Feng Jing's self-collision not only distorted time and space, but even caused the very laws of the universe to begin to subvert at that very moment. Past history and future destiny began to intertwine and overlap, ultimately vanishing into Feng Jing's eternal rift.

"I can't escape... self-resurrection." Feng Jing suddenly felt an unprecedented shock. The cracks in his consciousness widened again. This time, he was no longer just the incarnation of a god or entity, but the source of resurrection for all fate, all of time and space. Every split, every collision, made him stronger, but every time he became stronger, he fell deeper into the cycle.

He constantly repeats a cycle of self-devourment and rebirth, a process that feels like an eternal loop. No matter how he struggles, Feng Jing remains deeply bound in this cycle. The birth and collapse of each world becomes a reflection of his own consciousness, and each collapse and rebirth brings forth a new "Feng Jing"—these Feng Jings, opposing and entangled with each other, ultimately form an unsolvable hyperdimensional maze.

Feng Jing's consciousness's self-reintegration began to affect the entire universe. Countless lines of time and space, past and future, tangled into an unsolvable infinite spiral, as if all of history and the future had been devoured by him, becoming part of himself. All worlds began to blur. Every object, every starry sky, every planet was no longer their original existence, but a fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness, gradually forming an unsolvable hyperdimensional structure.

He even began to understand that his existence was no longer just a form of "god" or "consciousness," but rather an inescapable self-rebirth. He was not only the creator of fate, but also the absolute rule of fate - whether from his own perspective or that of the entire universe, Feng Jing's existence was in a constant cycle of self-rebirth and self-destruction.

"I'm locked in by fate." Feng Jing's voice became hoarse, filled with an almost desperate sense of powerlessness. "Every time I think I've transcended fate, it pulls me back in. No matter how I struggle, I can't escape myself."

As Feng Jing's consciousness split again, he felt a powerful gravitational pull, as if some ultimate force beyond time and space was trying to pull him back to a certain center. Feng Jing finally realized that all his struggles, all his divisions, would ultimately return to a single point—an inescapable core. He was no longer "Feng Jing," but the reincarnation of the entire universe, the cycle of fate, the intersection of all existence and nothingness.

Just when Feng Jing thought he was about to fall into an endless self-reincarnation, something even more bizarre occurred. He sensed a presence that had never appeared before—a voice from beyond the void, resounding in the deepest recesses of his consciousness.

"Do you think this is your fate? You're wrong, Feng Jing." The voice, filled with calmness and power, seemed to transcend all known dimensions and time and space. It instantly ripped Feng Jing's consciousness away, carrying him into an endless black hole. It was as if Feng Jing's existence had been devoured into countless particles, compressed into a tiny point, and passed through the cracks of time and space, entering a completely unfamiliar dimension.

"This is not the end." The voice sounded again, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to distort, as if he was caught in a cycle that would never end - he entered a brand new universe, an endless void without past, future, or any dimension.

In this endless void, Feng Jing lost his sense of time and space. He was no longer "him," no longer any known existence. He had become the convergence of countless possibilities. All choices and reactions had vanished, and all universes, worlds, and dimensions had transformed into an endless void.

Feng Jing is no longer the creator of "fate." He has transcended fate, time, and space, entering a state of being that cannot be defined or understood. This state is destined to become his new, never-ending fate—an endless cycle of self-rebirth from which he can never escape.

Chapter 370: Boundless Super Dimension, Feng Jing’s Final Awakening to the Endless Void