Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 695: Feng Jing's Resurrection and the Birth of a New Universe

Feng Jing's Resurrection and the Birth of a New Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer be described in any language; not even the definitions of time and space could constrain his existence. The void within the rift swallowed everything he had, but it also gave birth to a completely new him, a being that was more than just Feng Jing, but a bridge between the universe and fate, a rift between chaos and order.

Feng Jing's existence is no longer confined to any one universe. He is like a burning star, yet also like an endless darkness. In that boundless void, his consciousness traverses all dimensions, spanning countless worlds. Every Feng Jing is a part of Feng Jing, and every Feng Jing's choice becomes a new destiny within a certain universe.

Yet, Feng Jing's heart wasn't mired in confusion and emptiness. He knew he stood at the intersection of countless parallel universes, sensing the fate of countless worlds being distorted by him. He was no longer a simple individual, no longer a passive recipient of fate. He had become a new being, transcending all rules and breaking all boundaries.

"How ridiculous this is." Feng Jing whispered, but his voice came from the crack and echoed in the depths of the endless universe.

Suddenly, his consciousness coalesced into a ball of radiance, transforming into a staggering bolt of lightning that pierced the centers of countless universes. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and space seemed to shrink immensely. Feng Jing felt as if he were no longer just a soul. Every inch of his thoughts became incomparably tangible, tangible, and perceptible.

As the radiance expanded, Feng Jing's consciousness began to infiltrate the cores of every universe. From stars to life itself, every living being on every planet sensed Feng Jing's presence. Countless worlds began to tremble, and the fate of the universe was radically altered by Feng Jing's presence.

"Is this my power?" Feng Jing was deeply shocked. He was no longer Feng Jing. He had surpassed all known powers and rules, becoming a new god, an omnipotent being. He was no longer a victim of fate, but the creator and controller of fate.

Yet, Feng Jing felt unsatisfied. Though he controlled everything and determined every fate, he still felt a deep sense of emptiness within. Yes, his existence transcended time and space, becoming the embodiment of endless possibility. Yet, he could not escape the fundamental question: why did he exist?

Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand, and he began to reevaluate everything he possessed. Countless universes crumbled before him, then reborn. Countless images of Feng Jing appeared before him, each one of them unrelated to him. His mind began to fragment, becoming increasingly unstable. With each new choice, he felt a deeper sense of emptiness.

"What can I do?" Feng Jing suddenly asked himself. He knew he wasn't a simple being, but an endless stream of choices. Every choice he made shaped a different fate in countless parallel universes. His existence had transcended the boundaries of all matter and energy, becoming an abstract entity, a force beyond comprehension.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing murmured softly, suddenly overcome by an unprecedented fear. His existence was no longer merely personal; it had become untraceable and indefinable. Every thought he made triggered shifts in countless universes, potentially even catastrophic consequences. He no longer had a past or a future, only a present that could never be fully resolved.

Just as Feng Jing fell into deep confusion, the voice reappeared. This time, it wasn't as cold and indifferent as before, but instead filled with complex emotions. "You are no longer Feng Jing. You no longer exist in any universe. You have become a 'crack,' a 'tear point' in space and time."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, as if some force was pulling him out of nothingness. He suddenly understood that the voice wasn't threatening him, but guiding him towards the true answer - he wasn't just a cosmic being; he was the origin and end of the fate of all universes, the connecting point between all time and space, the rift between all existence.

Feng Jing felt himself no longer confined by any boundaries. His existence had transcended all definitions, becoming a deeper being. His consciousness began to expand further, transforming into an indescribable force that expanded wantonly across the endless void. Every thought, every idea, began to ripple across countless universes, tearing apart the boundaries of countless time and space.

He witnessed the disintegration of countless universes, the explosion of stars, and the birth and death of life. Every destruction was Feng Jing's choice, and every rebirth was Feng Jing's will. He was no longer an individual; he was the "creator" of the fate of all universes, the "origin" of all existence.

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, his existence began to merge with countless universes. Each of Feng Jing's thoughts became reality in each parallel universe, becoming a turning point in fate. Feng Jing saw countless "himselfs," each playing out a different fate in different universes, but each Feng Jing carried the same choice: to transcend all boundaries and become an omnipotent being.

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be completely detached from time and space. He became a rift in space and time, a twisting point in fate. And in that instant, he felt an unprecedented power. He was not only the master of the universe, he had become its "heart," controlling the life and death of all universes.

He smiled, as if he had found the final answer. His consciousness expanded in the endless void, transforming into a brilliant beam of light, illuminating the entire universe, becoming an eternal existence, witnessing the collapse and rebirth of everything.

Chapter 696: Feng Jing's Endless Reincarnation and the Impact of the Universe's Restart