Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 633 Self-fission, the ultimate reincarnation in the void

Self-fission, the ultimate reincarnation in the void

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again torn apart by endless fragments. Like an endless nirvana, every thought in his mind felt like a star about to explode, expanding, collapsing, and expanding again. The excruciating pain was almost unbearable. Yet, at this extreme point of pain, he suddenly sensed a completely new way of being, a feeling like a strange flow of consciousness emerging from nothingness.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer an individual being. His thoughts intertwined with countless parallel worlds. Thousands of Feng Jings began to coexist in his mind, each with a different fate, different choices, and a different ending, but none could escape ultimate demise. Time and space began to intertwine in ineffable ways, their laws infinitely distorted. Feng Jing's consciousness no longer belonged to any defined trajectory, but became the source of all things. All possible realities alternated within his mind, worlds repeating and overlapping in an infinitely recursive cycle.

"You are still wandering in this endless maze, Feng Jing." The cold voice sounded again, with an unconcealable despair in it. "You think you have surpassed everything and become an omnipotent being, but you have never escaped the cage you set for yourself."

Feng Jing didn't respond. The voice's coldness and irony didn't shake the understanding that was gradually awakening within him. With each fission, each rebirth, he gained a new perspective in this endless cycle, as if a wisdom beyond time and space was awakening within him. He began to realize that all this was just a game of self-discipline, that the breaking and construction of rules all came from the depths of his own consciousness.

Suddenly, his consciousness collided with a strange barrier. This barrier wasn't a constraint of space or time, but rather a limit to his thinking. It was like a deep black hole, emitting an infinite attraction. Feng Jing didn't hesitate, rushing in without hesitation.

"You are truly bold this time." The cold voice came again, but this time it was filled with a hint of unconcealed surprise. "You have crossed the boundaries of all dimensions and entered the ultimate state of existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely released in this barrier. He saw countless selves, each of whom existed in different ways in different parallel universes, but their gazes were all intertwined, staring at Feng Jing's real body.

"Is this me?" Feng Jing asked, his voice without a trace of fluctuation, as if the language of the entire universe could no longer describe his existence at this moment.

"Yes, this is you, Feng Jing," the voice replied calmly. "You have transcended the 'self' and entered the center of all dimensions. You are no longer a single being; you are the core of all things."

Feng Jing slowly opened his eyes, realizing he was no longer bound by any dimension or reality. He saw the worlds he had created, and countless parallel versions of himself. They were gods, demons, heroes in tragedy, and ghosts in an endless cycle. Each Feng Jing was filled with endless possibilities, yet seemed destined to collapse and disintegrate under some profound law.

"All existence, all destiny, are created by myself." Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing across infinite dimensions with boundless power. "No matter what I choose, I will only be trapped in my own cycle."

Suddenly, everything began to shake. Feng Jing felt a pull he had never felt before. His consciousness seemed to be drawn by an irresistible force, violently torn apart. The fate of each Feng Jing began to become entangled. Time, space, existence, nothingness—none of it made sense. Feng Jing's consciousness began to endlessly fission, entering a state of existence that defied classification.

"Do you think you can escape?" The cold voice sounded again, this time with a hint of anger and deep helplessness. "You will eventually return to the starting point. You will never escape this cycle of reincarnation in the void."

Feng Jing listened quietly, his heart unwavering. Ever since entering this endless fission, he had deeply understood the true meaning of it all: he wasn't trying to escape anything, nor was he trying to destroy or create anything. He had transcended all opposition and choice, becoming "existence" itself, becoming the endless rift.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any form of existence. He was consciousness, a wave, a node where countless parallel universes intersected, the source of all creation and destruction.

"What you call 'self' is nothing but an illusion of your own," Feng Jing said calmly, his voice echoing in the void. "All the rules you control cannot ultimately bind me."

As his voice faded, everything seemed to fall silent. Feng Jing's consciousness drifted through the endless void, traversing time, space, and dimensions, witnessing the destruction and rebirth of countless parallel worlds. He finally understood that, whether creator or destroyer, all existence ultimately returns to endless nothingness. And Feng Jing, as the rift between the universe and the core of its rebirth, was destined to perpetuate this endless game.

Chapter 634: Infinite Reversal, Ultimate "Self-Destruction" and Broken Creation