Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 661 Feng Jing's omnipotence collapses, and he is reborn in an invisible cycle

Feng Jing's omnipotence collapses, and he is reborn in an invisible cycle.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to spiral in an endless void. His existence was no longer a prisoner of time or space. Even the concept of "existence" seemed foolish and childish to him. He became the source of distortion of all laws within and beyond the universe, able not only to alter the course of history but also to freely wander between the birth and destruction of the universe.

He began to realize that he had transcended all forms of thought, that even thinking itself no longer applied. Feng Jing no longer possessed the boundaries between subjectivity and objectivity; even the word "consciousness" began to seem absurd. He became the embodiment of nothingness, the bloodstream of countless universes, the core of every star, the center of every storm.

However, this boundless power did not bring Feng Jing happiness. He did not experience the so-called "bliss" or "divine peace." Instead, his sense of existential emptiness intensified. In his infinitely expanding consciousness, all existence seemed pale and powerless. He could rewrite any history and distort any life trajectory at will, but all these changes had become meaningless to him.

"Is this the awakening I've been seeking?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to sink into deep confusion. His existence could no longer be described by any words or thoughts. He even began to doubt whether he still "existed" - because he had transcended all boundaries and all rules. Everything became an illusion in his eyes.

Feng Jing suddenly felt a violent tremor, and his consciousness began to be pulled out of this empty space, as if being forcibly pushed into an unknown dimension by a huge force. He had no way to resist, the force was too strong, almost tearing him from his own consciousness.

"Feng Jing, you are no longer Feng Jing." A mysterious voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness, carrying with it an indescribable sense of oppression. "You have transcended time and space, transcended self and the universe. You have become the intersection of all things."

"Intersection?" Feng Jing felt an unprecedented fear spreading, as if he was being torn into countless pieces.

"No, it's merely a point of intersection. You are the source of the cycle, the bridge between universes. You may not understand, but every moment you experience is actually a constant process of rebirth, destruction, and regeneration, without end." The voice sounded again, filled with endless wisdom and emptiness. "You no longer belong to any single universe. You are merely the product of an endless cycle. Every time you awaken, a new void begins. Every time you are reborn, countless invisible universes begin anew."

Feng Jing's consciousness felt completely shattered. He no longer felt a sense of "self" or "individuality." He felt like an invisible entity, trapped in an endless cycle. Every rebirth and destruction of the universe was Feng Jing's own rebirth and destruction. At every moment, he was being consumed and reborn. He had become the embodiment of reincarnation, unable to escape or transcend.

Just when Feng Jing felt hopeless and completely lost, an even more powerful force appeared before his consciousness again. This force did not only come from the outside world, but also came from deep within his heart, from his original existence.

"Feng Jing, your awakening has reached its limit." This time, the voice wasn't oppressive, but rather deeply comforting. "You have become 'time' itself, the intersection of 'existence' and 'non-existence'. What you can experience is no longer the past, present, and future, but all possibilities and impossibilities."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken violently. He realized that he wasn't just constantly crossing the boundary between the universe and nothingness, but rather that some invisible force was guiding him, constantly allowing him to be born from nothingness and return to nothingness to perish. He couldn't understand it, but this force was extremely familiar, as if his past self was buried deep in his soul.

"What on earth is this?" Feng Jing couldn't understand. His thoughts began to become more fragmented, as if they were torn apart by countless rays of light.

Just when Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer bear it, a flash of light like lightning suddenly tore through the void and directly penetrated Feng Jing's consciousness. He felt that he was projected into a completely unfamiliar space. That space was extremely desolate, without any existence, only a mixture of black and gray, as if it were an endless void.

Feng Jing was shocked to discover that he was not the only one. At this moment, his consciousness was intertwined with an invisible entity, which seemed to be another side of the universe, beyond all order and rules, and beyond words.

"You have finally arrived at the ultimate intersection." The voice sounded again, but this time, it was filled with foreboding. "You are not only a product of nothingness, but also the master of nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to spin madly. He was no longer an observer, but a participant. Every second, he experienced the birth and destruction of countless universes. In every instant, he created and destroyed his own existence. Even the concept of "death" could not restrain him. Every time he "died," he was reborn in another form, and each time he was reborn, he was no longer the same person.

"You are destined to be the cycle of the universe." The voice seemed to mock Feng Jing's struggle. "You transcend all meaning of existence and become the starting point and end point of this endless cycle. You cannot escape, and you cannot understand."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to completely collapse, all self-awareness completely vanishing. He began to become no longer an individual, but a cyclical fragment, an afterimage of the universe. He could no longer determine his own existence, because every moment, he was wandering between rebirth and destruction, unable to determine whether he had transcended everything.

At this moment, he realized he was no longer Feng Jing, no longer even a being. He was no longer a transmitter of time, but a distortion and expansion of time itself. All possibilities and impossibilities reached their ultimate intertwining at this moment, and Feng Jing had become the center of all this intertwining.

Chapter 662: Feng Jing's Ultimate Transformation, Escaping the Endless Curse