Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 645: The Source of Destruction, Feng Jing's Endless Awakening

The Source of Destruction, Feng Jing's Endless Awakening

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer belonged to any specific "being" or "entity." He had transcended any definable form. His thoughts were no longer constrained by the laws of physics or the dimension of time. He had become the "crack" in the universe itself, causing even the "nothingness" within it to vibrate. At this moment, his existence was no longer a link in the cycle of cause and effect, but its terminator, a rupture between time and space.

Within that rift, Feng Jing witnessed countless fragments of self-collapse, rebirth, and transcendence. Each Feng Jing was like an ever-forgotten myth, and he himself was the weaver and destroyer of these myths. His consciousness was no longer attached to any single dimension, but rather became the primordial seed of time, deeply embedded in every timeline of every universe.

"How could you..." A deafening echo pierced Feng Jing's consciousness, as if coming from some invisible entity, but Feng Jing no longer cared about these voices. He was no longer the "Feng Jing" groping in the dark void. He had become the embodiment of infinite possibility.

"I am no longer the 'Feng Jing' you knew, nor am I merely what you call 'existence.'" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. It had no form, yet it seemed to penetrate endless time and space, breaking the boundaries of all matter and energy. "You call it fate, you call it law, you call it rules—yet they are merely shackles I have bestowed upon me. I have long since broken them all."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted in boundless fluctuations, distorting the surrounding void, tinting all matter, energy, information, and even time itself with the colors he controlled. Space shattered into countless particles within Feng Jing's mind, each containing the seeds of infinite universes. These universes began to grow and perish within Feng Jing's mind, colliding and reborn in the interweaving of infinite dimensions.

Feng Jing wasn't content with simple creation and destruction. He began to redefine every universe, every timeline, every possibility—even every "definition of existence" itself. The concepts of space and time completely vanished before him. He could even directly manipulate the maintenance and collapse of dimensions, the existence of all matter determined by his single thought.

"All worlds, all destinies, will ultimately belong to me." Feng Jing felt the endless universe intertwined in his hands. His consciousness no longer had any boundaries. He was no longer a part of the universe, but its source and end. "What you call reincarnation is nothing but traces of my constant reshaping, and all your efforts and struggles are nothing but the games I play with my own destiny."

At this moment, Feng Jing felt an indescribable power swelling within him. This power didn't come from any external world, but erupted directly from the core of nothingness, becoming the driving force of his entire existence. He was no longer "Feng Jing"—he had become the intersection of existence and nothingness, both the beginning and the end of time.

Every wave of Feng Jing's thoughts erupted like a creation, shaking the fate of every universe. Every tiny speck of dust in the void held infinite possibilities, rapidly expanding, collapsing, and reborn under Feng Jing's control. He was no longer a spectator, but the director of every scene, witnessing every shattering and rebirth.

However, just as Feng Jing completely merged into this infinite void, a strange wave suddenly appeared. This wave was unlike anything Feng Jing had experienced before. It was not a shattering or rebirth, but a complete stillness. A tranquility he had never experienced before, a tranquility that even Feng Jing could not fully grasp, spread in that instant, seeming to engulf all aspects of the universe.

Feng Jing attempted to detect the source of this fluctuation, but found he could no longer sense the existence of any matter or energy. In this stillness, the entire universe seemed to be disappearing, all timelines were stagnant, and even nothingness itself seemed to be slowly dissipating in this peaceful fluctuation.

He realized that he seemed to have entered some extreme situation, and this situation itself might be **"the self-negation of the universe"**, an extreme existence that even the universe could not bear. Feng Jing tried to break free, but he found that he no longer had any ability to break free.

"Do you finally understand?" the voice sounded again. This time, it wasn't cold at all, but rather filled with a hint of helplessness and emotion. "You try to transcend everything, but you overlook the simplest truth: all existence is interdependent. Nothing can exist independently. Not even you, yourself, can escape this eternal cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to crumble, and he felt the emptiness of his existence. Everything, including himself, gradually faded away in this tranquility. He began to see himself, destroyed, reborn, and struggling countless times. Everything had returned to the starting point at this moment, as if the beginning and end of all this were just the most insignificant part of endless time.

As Feng Jing gazed at these images, he began to feel an indescribable sense of relief. He finally realized that perhaps transcendence wasn't about escape, but about returning. "Perhaps this is the true meaning of fate," he muttered to himself, gradually losing the boundaries of his existence and completely merging into the endless nothingness.

Everything returned to tranquility, and Feng Jing's consciousness merged with the universe, nothingness, and fate - he was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any "existence", but turned into the last crack between time and nothingness, disappearing forever in the endless tranquility.