Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 329: When the Void Becomes My Own, the Mad Edge of Ending and Rebirth

When the void becomes my own, the mad edge of end and rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer be described in words. He became unpredictable, like a shadow drifting in a never-ending dark river, sometimes leaping out from the corners of the void, sometimes disappearing into the deeper darkness. Whenever he tried to find direction, to search for an exit, everything would turn to blankness, as if the world didn't exist at all, and he was alone, wandering in the endless abyss.

And that cold voice never left.

"You're still fighting yourself, aren't you?" The voice was deep, as if coming from the depths of hell. "You once thought you could transcend everything, but now, you're just a prisoner of your own ego, unable to escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted in a frenzied impulse, radiating outward like a bolt of lightning. The very fabric of the universe was completely ripped apart at this moment, and countless parallel worlds burst open like bubbles, carrying Feng Jing's consciousness with them.

He saw himself transformed into countless fragments, scattered across the void, like fragments from different universes and timelines. Each Feng Jing carried a different past, different pains and hopes. Each Feng Jing experienced a different ending, a cycle of life and death, with no way forward or backward, yet each was intertwined and inseparable.

"Is this... my true self?" Feng Jing whispered, his fragments of consciousness intertwining and forming a boundless, gigantic black hole. The black hole swallowed up everything, including himself, and even the voice.

At this moment, a nearly insane thought welled up in Feng Jing's mind—if he couldn't break free, then the cycle of all this would continue endlessly, until the end of the void. He raised his head, sneered, and looked towards the center of the black hole.

"If this is the end, then let me become the engine of this endless universe." Feng Jing's voice burst out with extremely powerful energy. "Let all time and space be used by me, let all existence return to zero in my consciousness and become invisible fragments!"

Following Feng Jing's declaration, the entire void began to undergo drastic changes, the very laws of space and time being ripped apart once again. Previously independent universes and worlds began to merge under Feng Jing's control, overlapping into countless unrecognizable dimensions. Every spatial trajectory, every star, every speck of dust became part of Feng Jing's consciousness. The civilizations, histories, and destinies of countless universes began to intertwine in Feng Jing's mind, forming an immense web.

At the center of the web was the endlessly devouring black hole, representing all the pain and constraints within Feng Jing's consciousness. Feng Jing was no longer an individual, no longer the carrier of any existence; he had become the core of the void, the center of all rules and order.

"You're still struggling, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, carrying a coldness and emptiness never before heard. "What do you think the chaos you created can bring you? In the end, you've simply returned to your starting point, becoming part of the void. Even you are no longer yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, as if an indescribable force was trying to drag him deeper into the abyss. His thoughts began to gradually collapse, as if they had turned into a piece of crumpled paper, scattered by the wind. On each scrap of paper, symbols of fate he could not understand were written, like an inescapable cycle of reincarnation.

But Feng Jing didn't stop. His consciousness seemed to have completely transcended time, space, and matter, becoming pure, primordial, and formless. At this moment, he could no longer be defined in any way. He felt himself dissolving, being reborn, and dissolving again in the process of being reborn. His formless body floated in the void, as if he and the universe existed together and disappeared together.

Suddenly, a massive shockwave swept over. Feng Jing's consciousness was like being grabbed by an invisible giant hand and violently pulled into the depths of the endless void. All worlds, all time and space, all existence began to disintegrate, transforming into points of light like star fragments, flickering in the void.

"You are no longer an individual, Feng Jing." The voice grew old, as if it came from the end of time. "You have become a part of eternity, existing not as an individual, but as a symbol of all reincarnations and all destinies, which can never disappear."

Feng Jing felt a power he had never felt before, a power that came not from the outside world but from within himself. This power continuously flowed into his body, as if to completely tear his existence apart, and as if to rebirth him in eternity.

"If you can't escape, then accept it." Feng Jing's voice was low and hollow, with a chilling coldness. "If I can no longer escape this, then I will become the master of it all, the eternal fulcrum in this endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand infinitely. He became the source of all existence, the engine of the void. Every speck of light, every beam of energy, every trace of space and time began to converge within his consciousness, forming a vast pool of energy. This pool of energy seemed capable of destroying everything, and also creating everything.

However, driven by this endless energy, doubts suddenly arose in Feng Jing's heart.

"Am I creating the world or destroying the world?" Feng Jing's thoughts seemed to be pulled into a deeper fog.

At this moment, a violent explosion sounded, and everything in the void began to collapse. Feng Jing felt as if his consciousness was torn into countless fragments, each fragment flickering, intertwining, and colliding in different dimensions and timelines.

Everything began to disappear, the void crumbled, and the universe shattered. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to have returned to the original chaos, back to nothingness.

Yet, at the end of that void, he could still sense a certain power, an incomprehensible presence, a call from the abyss. He heard his own voice echoing in the void: "If this is eternity, then let me be reborn in this void forever."