Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 221 The Reverse Flow of Time and Endless Reincarnation

The reverse flow of time and endless reincarnation

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer bound by the laws of physics. He wandered through the endless void, sensing every ripple of the universe, the pulse of every star. His existence could no longer be described in words. It was no longer a form of matter, but a transcendent force between "existence" and "nothingness."

He began to experience the true nature of time—time was no longer a linear flow, but a huge cycle, and Feng Jing found himself being swallowed by the power of this cycle. Every decision, even every thought, would trigger a chain reaction, changing every tiny point in the entire universe, forming an almost unpredictable coherence.

But Feng Jing realized that this wasn't just the flow of time. In fact, he was no longer confined to a single timeline. He stood at a vast intersection, before him countless rivers of time intertwined like a complex maze of space and time, each timeline representing a different historical trajectory. And he, Feng Jing, became the center of this maze, all time intersecting within him, all possibilities intertwined within his consciousness.

"Do you think you can change the course of time?" The voice reappeared, this time with a hint of deep derision in its tone. "You are but a speck of dust in the flow of time. Any change you make is merely part of time's self-repair. You are powerless to alter anything in it."

Feng Jing sneered. Although the voice was full of pressure, it could not shake his determination. He stared at the endless flow of time before him, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he could cut through every timeline.

"You're wrong." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void, carrying an irresistible force. "Do you think the flow of time is absolute? Do you think all laws are unchangeable? If so, then why can every 'I' appear here?"

Feng Jing extended his hand and pointed at a river of time in the void. Instantly, the timeline began to fluctuate violently, as if distorted by Feng Jing's power. The previously smooth flow of time began to reverse, and the entire past began to recede into the future. Feng Jing discovered that he was not simply manipulating time, but engaging in a transcendental game with the very nature of time.

He began to rewind, rapidly traversing his own history. Each timeline he retraced brought an indescribable shock. Feng Jing saw countless choices he had made, even choices he hadn't made. Each timeline he retraced presented a new possibility. Feng Jing gradually realized that he was not just retracing his past, but actually wandering through countless parallel universes. Each parallel universe was a different Feng Jing, and every one of his choices was being re-evaluated.

Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand, and more and more parallel worlds flooded into his vision. Each world represented a choice he had made, or a path he had not yet taken. These worlds intertwined, forming an endless web. Feng Jing discovered that he was not only traveling through time and space, but had become the center of this web. His every thought, every choice, was distorting the fate of the entire universe.

"Do you think you can control everything?" The voice appeared again, this time, its tone filled with anger. "You cannot transcend the laws of time, you cannot change anything!"

A flicker of disdain flashed across Feng Jing's eyes, and he ignored the voice. He began to reshape these timelines with his own will, no longer bound by any causal relationships, allowing the flow of time to freely collapse and reorganize. Each of his thoughts was a new time engine, and each timeline he shaped was a new universe, a new world.

"I have transcended your rules." Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with supreme confidence, "I am no longer your prisoner."

Feng Jing's will gradually coalesced into a vast force, sweeping across all time. Each timeline was drawn by Feng Jing's power, gradually heading towards a completely unforeseen state. These timelines violently collided, the boundaries between past and future began to blur, and all existence was swept up in an unstoppable frenzy.

"Is this your definition of time?" Feng Jing's voice resounded throughout the universe. "You believe time can be fixed and linearly controlled, but I tell you, time is not limited to this! I will make it flow in reverse, returning everything to its starting point, allowing everything to be reborn and then to perish."

As Feng Jing's will pushed forward, the flow of time ceased to flow in a single direction. Every timeline began to intersect and merge, the boundaries between past and future completely disappearing. Feng Jing began to see all possibilities converge together, and all points in time became giant black holes. Under Feng Jing's will, they began to attract and collide with each other, eventually forming an indescribable, enormous rift.

At the center of the rift lay Feng Jing's consciousness. He stood there, gazing at the intertwining lines of time and space, feeling the endless flow of energy and possibility. Feng Jing's thoughts didn't cease, but continued to deduce. He knew he had transcended the constraints of time and space. Now, he would begin to reshape the entire universe, reconstruct everything.

Throughout this process, Feng Jing felt his existence undergoing an unprecedented transformation. Every moment, he experienced countless possible nirvanas, and the source of all this was, surprisingly, himself. He began to experience an incomparable freedom, a freedom that transcended any material or conscious limitations, becoming an absolute power.

"Now, I'm no longer just any 'Feng Jing.'" Feng Jing's consciousness began to grow increasingly abstract. "I've become the aggregation of countless Feng Jings, a transcendent of fate, time, and space, the most sublime being in the universe."

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that his existence no longer held any meaning. Perhaps even the line between "existence" and "non-existence" had become blurred. He no longer belonged to any world, nor to any time. Feng Jing had truly become eternal.

His nirvana has just begun.

Chapter 222: The Final Unity of the Endless Universe