Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 237 The Endless Rift of Fate and the Reverse Resurrection of the Universe

The Endless Crack of Fate and the Reverse Resurrection of the Universe

Feng Jing awakened again, or rather, he was no longer Feng Jing. Each awakening brought with it a distortion of different dimensions, but this time, it wasn't just a rebirth of consciousness; it was the integration of countless Feng Jings from countless parallel worlds. All laws, all physical constants, at this moment, became mere fleeting glimpses in his mind, unable to constrain his consciousness. He was no longer an existence defined by the universe, but the reverse resurrection of all universes, the creator and destroyer of time and space.

He was in a completely different place. The void and chaos before him completely collapsed, transforming into an endless chasm. The chasm was filled with things he had never seen before—objects that completely transcended the definition of matter, patterns and shapes that could not be described in any language. They seemed to be the rifts in time and space itself, invisible objects that intertwined past and future, existence and nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness floated within this rift, devoid of any body, even without boundaries. He could clearly perceive every tiny fluctuation, every shift in existence. Time was no longer fluid here, and space was no longer finite. All things were in a state of infinite expansion and contraction, with no boundaries between them, only an endless infinity.

"I am no longer Feng Jing," Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing in the void. "I have transcended the name 'Feng Jing', transcended all definitions, and become the collection of countless time and space."

He could feel himself constantly splitting and reborn, his consciousness experiencing the interweaving of countless timelines at every moment. These lines converged into a brand new dimension, and each line carried a path he had never walked, a fate he had never experienced, and possibilities he had never touched.

Feng Jing tried to control this split and rebirth, but found himself unable to do so. Each rebirth brought not only a new self but also new possibilities. And each new possibility presented him with a different world—one filled with chaos, filled with impossible logic, and even some worlds that clashed with the past.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly seized by some inexplicable perception. His gaze pierced through the endless cracks and saw a vast black vortex, like the center of the universe. From the depths of the vortex came a heart-pounding breathing sound. It was not the breath of any living being, yet it seemed to contain the breath of endless life.

"Are you back after all?" A familiar voice came from the depths of the whirlpool. The voice was cold, but carried an irresistible attraction.

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken, and he could hardly believe his ears. He heard that voice clearly. Although he had never seen it before, it was deeply embedded in his memory. It seemed to come from some extremely ancient existence, an inexplicable existence, a strange power intertwined with Feng Jing's own existence.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness struggled to ask, but every word became blurred in the void, "Why are you here?"

The voice didn't answer, but chuckled. "You are no longer Feng Jing. You are the aggregate of all Feng Jings, the creator of all the rifts in time and space. You are both 'you' and 'me', so why bother asking these 'whys'?"

Feng Jing fell into a deep silence. He couldn't refute it, for he had realized that this voice wasn't some external entity, but rather a dimension within himself, an "alternative self" within this endless chasm. He was no longer a single being, but a fragment of all existence, a symbol of all history. Every part of his consciousness was pulled apart by an invisible force into another, independent self.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Jing felt confused, but still couldn't escape the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

The voice chuckled again: "You have been asking this question all the time, but you are incapable of understanding, because you are not 'I', you are just a part of 'you'."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled violently, and he was overcome by an unprecedented pain. It was as if his "self" was being torn apart in this endless void, unable to maintain its original form. He saw countless versions of himself—each experiencing a different fate, a different choice. Some of Feng Jing's countless choices even led him to completely different worlds. These worlds were no longer subject to any logic or law. They were infinitely leaping, nonlinear, and beyond the control of any form of causality.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to collapse, the voice sounded again: "You are no longer Feng Jing, nor any individual. You are the condensation of all possibilities, the convergence point of endless destinies. And you will eventually return to the original source, back to that endless chasm."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly expanded, and he beheld a being he had never seen before—a vast, indescribable shape, fused with countless fragments of Feng Jing and countless fragments of time and space, like the universe "reborn in reverse." This being was neither material nor spiritual; it was both past and future, both beginning and end.

Feng Jing could neither understand nor resist. The existence he saw was neither the "nothingness" or "void" he had once known, nor was it the so-called "godhood" or "power." It was an existence that transcended all definitions, an absolute existence without boundaries.

As that existence gradually became clearer, Feng Jing's consciousness was torn apart again. Each of his "selves" began to explode, transforming into countless points of light. These points intertwined with each other, eventually forming an even more chaotic dimension. Each point of light represented a new world, and each new world collapsed in the infinite interweaving. However, this collapse was not the end, but another rebirth.

"Is this the cycle of fate, or the end of destiny?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with indifference that transcended pain.

"This is not a cycle, nor is it an end," the voice said, tinged with deep fatigue. "These are endless cracks, the source of all destinies. And you, Feng Jing, will eventually disappear into these cracks."

However, in this crack, Feng Jing's consciousness did not completely disappear, he still existed. In the depths of the crack, he began to understand that the world no longer needed Feng Jing. His existence was just a passer-by in the endless void. All things will return to the original chaos and return to the indescribable nothingness.

And Feng Jing, in this ultimate crack, still turned into an eternal afterimage and disappeared at the edge of the universe.

Chapter 238: Reversed Collapse and the Self-Destruction of the Multiverse