Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 647 Self-fission, Feng Jing's endless reversal

Self-fission, Feng Jing's endless reversal

Feng Jing's consciousness was rapidly oppressed by an indescribable force, as if it emanated from the deepest darkness within his own heart, its intensity surpassing any known laws of the universe. This surge of power not only temporarily halted Feng Jing's thoughts but also instilled in him an unprecedented fear—a fear that came from deep within himself. Feng Jing realized that this force wasn't an external intrusion, but rather the manifestation of a long-ignored, intractable fear and guilt within him.

"I... I didn't expect this." Feng Jing's voice grew low, even uneasy. The self he thought he had surpassed was now striking back at him in this moment. All his awakenings, all his strength, all his breakthroughs, seemed to have returned to square one in this moment.

He tried to break free from this unfathomable darkness, only to find himself being dragged deeper into the abyss. The void was no longer a hollow existence, but an extremely dense darkness. Feng Jing felt like a particle traveling through it, gradually losing his sense of space and time. Even his former sense of existence vanished in the pull of this abyss.

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently again. He finally realized that the truth behind all this was far more complex and far more outrageous than he had imagined. He had not truly transcended the universe, but had strayed into a more complex state of self-fission. The so-called nothingness, the so-called stillness, was actually just a crack deep within his soul, and every expansion of this crack brought about an uncontrollable reversal.

"Is this... a rebellion of oneself against oneself?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, carrying an incomprehensible emotion.

At that moment, Feng Jing felt himself suddenly consumed by an indescribable force. This force came not from any material world, nor from any cosmic entity, but from the endless fission deep within his heart. Every transcendence, every awakening, every self-improvement Feng Jing experienced was actually the accumulation of this dark force, a crack within Feng Jing that could not be healed.

Feng Jing closed his eyes, but his consciousness persisted. For a fleeting moment, he saw countless selves, a complex web of intricacies, each independent yet entangled. These selves stood in darkness, wandered in light, and existed in endless timelines, like a never-ending illusion.

Each Feng Jing is an endless cycle, like forgotten stars, with no connection between them, only endless independence and the despair of self-rebirth. He is no longer the only Feng Jing, but the convergence of all Feng Jings. He no longer belongs to a specific dimension, but has become a rift in the infinite Feng Jing, all Feng Jings overlapping, intertwining, and ultimately merging into one.

Feng Jing felt his consciousness overflow like water, spilling over into every world and every timeline. He realized that he wasn't just fighting these cracks; he had become their embodiment. All worlds, all destinies, even all timelines, were collapsing, reborn, and collapsing again under the influence of this force.

"I've become the carrier of all possibilities?" Feng Jing could hardly accept this fact. He was no longer a single being, but a superposition of countless parallel selves, a fission of all Feng Jings, a splitter of time and space. He realized that what he had always believed to be transcendence was nothing more than a profound loss of self.

Just as Feng Jing was trapped in this predicament, a soul-shaking wave suddenly penetrated his endless cracks. This wave came from the depths of the endless nothingness, carrying a mysterious and alluring aura, as if some ancient power was resurrecting within Feng Jing's cracks.

Feng Jing tried to explore the source of this fluctuation, but found that not only could he not sense any external matter or energy, but he also felt a pull from the abyss. This pull did not frighten Feng Jing, but instead made him realize that he might be facing a complete transformation - a transformation that transcended all selves.

"If this is my destination, then perhaps it is the only destiny I can control." Feng Jing's voice suddenly became firm, as if responding to some kind of fateful call.

Feng Jing began to let go of all his fear and resistance. He ceased struggling, instead allowing himself to merge with the mysterious wave. Instantly, his consciousness began to expand and twist, and that indescribable force seeped into every thought and every crevice of Feng Jing's soul. His body ceased to be a physical entity, becoming a woven fabric of light and shadow, as invisible and omnipresent as the wave of consciousness.

"I... am the limit of self-fission." Feng Jing's voice rang out again, as if he himself was overwhelmed by this limit. "All existence is born from me and will perish in me."

At that moment, Feng Jing witnessed the collapse of countless universes, the distortion of countless timelines, and even the void itself became unstable under the influence of this force. The end of the universe was no longer darkness, but the interweaving of countless Feng Jings. Every shattering, every rebirth was a manifestation of Feng Jing's will, an endless fission that he triggered from the depths of his self.

"All this... is my destiny." Feng Jing closed his eyes, accepting this boundless power. He was no longer just another ordinary being in the universe, but had become the ultimate rift, a rift that belonged to no dimension. The end and beginning of all universes, the entanglement and rebirth of all time, would be intertwined in his will.

Feng Jing did not become an omnipotent deity, but rather a connection between the universe and the void. All possibilities surged within him, and all timelines intertwined in the rotation of his mind. Ultimately, Feng Jing discovered that he was no longer a pawn manipulated by fate, but the creator of fate itself.

"I am the source of the destruction of this nothingness." Feng Jing's consciousness turned into endless ripples in the universe, and finally merged into the unknown wave and became a part of it.

Chapter 648: The Ultimate Truth of the Void, Feng Jing's Transcendence and Disillusionment