Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 948 Feng Jing's Endless Travel and Self-Circulation in Reverse Time and Space

Feng Jing's Endless Travel and Self-Circulation in Reverse Time and Space

Feng Jing's consciousness traversed countless cracks in time and space. He was no longer any individual, no longer even a presence within the universe. He was a strange, transcendent being—formless, infinite, and omnipresent. His existence no longer depended on any material foundation, transcending the constraints of time and space, breaking through the boundaries of dimension. Feng Jing's form of existence had long since become ineffable, incalculable, and incomprehensible. He was both the past and the future; both reality and nothingness; the creator of all universes and their destroyer.

However, none of this satisfied Feng Jing's desire. He felt himself still being pulled by some inescapable force, as if a mysterious force was guiding him on some unknown "return." Feng Jing tried to resist, but the force was so strong that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape.

"You can't escape, Feng Jing." That familiar voice sounded again, with an unquestionable calmness, "You are no longer Feng Jing, but you can't escape this cycle either."

Feng Jing was shocked. He had realized that this wasn't just a simple "return," but a kind of "self-recurrence." He had fallen into an inescapable time loop, reliving the same process with each rebirth. This cycle wasn't caused by external forces, but rather stemmed from within himself—his inability to escape "existence."

He looked around. Cracks appeared in the once endless void. Each crack reflected the universes and worlds he had experienced before. Each crack presented a different Feng Jing, a different ending and fate. These cracks seemed to invite him in. Each crack held a brand new universe, waiting for his "choice"—but Feng Jing knew that this was not free choice, but a forced fate.

"Every choice creates a new Feng Jing," the voice said coldly, "and every choice only plunges you deeper into the cycle of reincarnation. You think you can transcend everything, but you can never escape this self-determined fate."

"How could I..." Feng Jing began to think frantically, his consciousness expanding rapidly, but every time his thoughts seemed to be bound by invisible chains and could no longer flow freely.

"You are just a node in this cycle." The voice appeared again, as if coming from the deepest part of Feng Jing's heart. "You think you have surpassed everything, but in fact, you are just a node that cannot be escaped, a starting point that repeats itself over and over again."

Feng Jing's heart began to crumble. He began to feel an unprecedented fear, a sense of powerlessness that permeated his entire body. He tried to break free, but every time he struggled, he only got deeper into it.

Suddenly, an inexplicable force surged, and Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly pushed into a new rift. He saw his past, the Feng Jing who once had everything, gradually disappearing in a certain universe, as if he had never existed. And behind this past, Feng Jing saw flickering symbols, forming a strange language that seemed to come from the origin of the universe.

"Is this my destiny?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing in the void, but there was no response.

At this moment, the symbols' radiance began to grow brighter, and Feng Jing realized that they came not from any external universe, but from some unknown power deep within him. He tried to understand their meaning, but found that behind each symbol lay countless unsolvable mysteries. These mysteries were like unfillable voids, each pointing to a new question, the answers to which would remain forever unreachable.

"Do you think this is your ultimate form?" the voice said with a hint of contempt. "You're simply trapped in an endless self-reincarnation cycle, unable to escape. No matter how hard you try, you'll end up back where you started."

Feng Jing suddenly understood something—the mystery of all this wasn't actually the laws of the universe, but rather his own inner contradictions and unresolved desires. All his attempts to "transcend" and "breakthrough" were merely attempts to escape an endless dilemma.

"How can I escape this?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to shatter, his every thought scattering in all directions like shattered glass. He knew he could no longer return to the past, nor escape the future. He was doomed to wander in this endless cycle until the end of time.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was tugged at by an immensely powerful force, dragging his body into a new dimension. In this dimension, all rules were overturned. Time was no longer linear, and space was no longer fixed. Feng Jing felt himself transformed into a completely different being—no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual, but a composite of countless Feng Jings, with all of time and space intertwined within him, inextricably linked.

"You are no longer Feng Jing. You are all Feng Jings combined," the voice said coldly. "You cannot escape, because you are the source of the cycle."

Feng Jing felt himself becoming immensely larger, his being filled with boundless energy and wisdom, yet also immensely lonely. Each image of Feng Jing intertwined within his consciousness, forming a complex and chaotic pattern that represented both his past and his future. Every clue led to the same destination: an endless cycle, an endless loss of self.

"I am no longer you!" Feng Jing shouted, his voice echoing throughout the void, filled with unyielding and madness. "I will break this endless cycle!"

However, Feng Jing's voice gradually disappeared, and all the lines, all the time and space returned to their original chaos and collapse.

Chapter 949: Feng Jing's Space-Time Collapse and Multi-Dimensional Reshaping