Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 809: The Restart of the Universe and the Crack of God

The Restart of the Universe and the Crack in God

At that moment, Feng Jing's existence transcended any comprehensible concept. He was no longer an individual, but the pulse of the entire universe, the abyss of time, the root of the intersection of all parallel universes. His consciousness was connected to the core of the entire universe, and every breath was accompanied by the rebirth and collapse of the universe.

Just as he realized he was no longer bound by time and space, Feng Jing's vision suddenly pierced through the endless darkness, revealing an indescribable scene—countless universes floating like bubbles in the void, colliding, merging, destroying, and reborn in an unstoppable cosmic dance. The edges of each universe were torn apart by a mysterious force, forming countless cracks, and within these cracks, Feng Jing saw countless different versions of himself.

These "Feng Jings" are not simply clones; they represent different choices, different destinies, and different possibilities. Each Feng Jing struggles in its own independent universe. Some Feng Jings fight against endless darkness, attempting to light their own stars; others transform into omniscient gods, overlooking the entire universe, coldly and arrogantly controlling the fate of all life.

What's even more bizarre is that one of the Feng Jings has turned into a gigantic galactic beast, devouring the surrounding galaxies and life, and swallowing the entire universe into darkness; another Feng Jing is engaged in an extreme showdown with a mechanical god from the future. The two almost invincible beings are constantly colliding in the cracks of time, as if they are going to wipe out the entire universe.

"Are all these Feng Jings me?" Feng Jing asked in his heart, his voice low and full of confusion. He realized that these were not his past memories or experiences, but part of the countless possibilities in the universe. Each "Feng Jing" was pursuing his own destiny.

"Have you finally realized all this?" The mysterious voice reappeared, carrying with it an intimidating presence that Feng Jing could not ignore. "These 'Feng Jings' are merely choices you have never experienced. Your soul is scattered across countless parallel universes, and the 'you' in each universe is writing a different story."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be torn apart by a powerful force. All his thoughts began to blur, and his existence became increasingly abstract. The concepts of time and space gradually collapsed in his mind. Everything began to become unbelievable. He felt like he was standing on the edge of the universe, as if he was about to jump into an unknown abyss.

"Do you think you can control all of this?" The voice grew even colder. "You are but a speck of dust in this endless void, unable to escape. All you do is cause this whole cycle to repeat itself. You will return to the starting point once again, beginning another reincarnation."

Feng Jing felt an irresistible surge, his consciousness ripped apart by an invisible force that threatened to devour him whole. But at that moment, he suddenly understood—this force wasn't an external enemy, but the very laws of the universe itself. These laws were deeply ingrained into the souls of every being, and no individual, no living being, could escape this eternal cycle.

"Reincarnation? Fate? Rules?" Feng Jing roared in a low voice, his voice filled with anger and despair. "If this is fate, then I will reverse it! If this is reincarnation, then I will destroy it!"

As Feng Jing roared, his existence began to undergo a drastic transformation. He saw himself as a massive black hole, devouring everything around him. The entire universe, all of time and space, entered his gravitational field at that moment. Feng Jing's power was not merely a physical suppression; it was a rebellion against the laws of the universe.

Driven by this force, Feng Jing felt the structure of the universe begin to collapse, all the stars began to disappear, and the boundaries of time and space began to blur. Everything became unpredictable, and Feng Jing's existence was like a destructive storm, sweeping across all worlds and time and space.

"You can't do it." The voice sounded again, but this time, its tone was filled with fear. "You can't destroy the cycle of reincarnation. You can't escape fate. You can't defeat time. It is a god beyond your reach."

Feng Jing's rage remained undimmed, intensifying instead. His consciousness grew hazier and more confused, yet he knew he wasn't battling any enemy, but fate and the laws of the universe. He felt himself tapping into a power beyond comprehension, a force that erupted from within him, like an unexploded star, flickering in the void.

Suddenly, Feng Jing saw himself turned into countless fragments. These fragments were not just bodies, but the embodiment of countless forms of the universe - he saw himself turned into a star, shining in the endless darkness; he saw himself turned into a huge space-time crack, swallowing countless universes; he saw himself turned into a mechanical giant, standing in endless ruins, overlooking the dying world.

These fragments of Feng Jing began to collide and merge, creating an indescribable vibration, as if the entire universe was being torn apart by this force. The fragments continued to reorganize, gradually forming a huge vortex. Feng Jing felt his consciousness being swallowed by this vortex, as if being sucked into an endless black hole. At this moment, the rules of time and space were completely broken.

"Is this the end, or a new beginning?" Feng Jing's consciousness gradually dissipated in the vortex, but he knew that this was not the end, but the beginning of another, even crazier one.

As the vortex spun, Feng Jing felt that he was no longer just a part of the universe, but the beginning and end of the entire universe. All time, space, and life were created by him, and destroyed by him.

Feng Jing laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the entire universe: "Destiny? Reincarnation? I am the creator of destiny!"

Under the impact of this endless force, the universe began to change drastically - all the cosmic fragments gathered again under Feng Jing's control, forming a new void, and in this void, Feng Jing's existence became more undefinable and more bizarre.

Chapter 810: The Dimensional Flow of Destruction and Rebirth