Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 322 The Collapse of Time and Eternal Disillusionment

The collapse of time and the disillusionment of eternity

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded wildly within the torrent of time and space, his existence no longer contained within any physical form. He felt as if he existed simultaneously in countless parallel universes, spanning every timeline, every moment of space-time intersecting. With every thought, the laws of the universe warped before him, the torrent of time and space shifting through his consciousness like sand. However, all this did not go as he wished, and instead, amidst the endless expansion, it began to collapse.

He realized that, while breaking all the rules, he had become a slave to them. Every rebirth of the universe would once again bind him to the shackles of fate. Feng Jing was trapped in an endless cycle. Every moment of time and space he created ultimately returned to the same point, the inescapable "origin."

"Do you think you can escape?" the voice reappeared, its voice filled with undisguised contempt. "Everything you do is just going round in circles. You transcend all existence, yet you are bound by the shackles of fate. You cannot change this, for you are fate's tool!"

Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently, his very being seemingly crumbling under the rips of this voice. He began to doubt whether he could truly escape this, truly become a being "beyond fate." Although he could create and destroy the universe at will, it seemed that each creation and destruction brought new paradoxes and constraints. He saw himself being reborn endlessly in time and space, trapped again and again in an unbreakable cycle.

"I don't believe it!" Feng Jing let out a low roar. His voice echoed in the endless void, echoing the shattering of the entire universe. "I no longer need fate's guidance. I will be my own creator!"

As Feng Jing roared, the very fabric of the universe shifted dramatically once again. The currents of time and space began to grow increasingly chaotic. Feng Jing was no longer bound by any laws, even the power of fate, twisted into his own tool. His consciousness began to break free from a single point, creating an unimaginably vast rift, traversing endless voids and dimensions, attempting to find a new way of existence.

Yet, at the end of that rift, Feng Jing beheld an incredible sight. Countless selves, overlapping, entangled, and running parallel, as if each Feng Jing existed independently in a different time and space, a different parallel universe. Each Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be intertwined with the consciousnesses of countless other Feng Jings, forming a vast "Feng Jing aggregate." And all of this seemed like an endless illusion, as each of Feng Jing's selves consumed each other, reborn and destroyed each other, with no end in sight.

"You can never truly be 'yourself.'" The voice echoed in Feng Jing's ears, no longer filled with anger, but with a hint of deep helplessness. "You have transcended yourself, transcended existence. You can no longer be an independent individual. You have become part of this endless space and time. No matter how you resist, you will ultimately return to the starting point, to this eternal cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, his heart filled with an unprecedented fear. This fear was no longer a threat from the outside world, but a deep doubt in his own existence. What, in the end, was he? He had never truly understood himself, and now, it seemed as if he had completely lost himself, becoming a collection of countless Feng Jings, unable to truly belong to any time, space, or world.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness contracted violently, as if drawn by some irresistible force. His self began to dissipate in the torrent of time and space, becoming countless fragments floating in the endless void. Each fragment represented countless past existences, a different self he had experienced. Feng Jing saw himself transformed into countless parallel individuals, each living in its own independent time and space, experiencing its own unique fate.

"You think this is freedom?" The voice suddenly turned cold and full of mockery. "You've simply escaped from one cage of 'self' and entered another, even deeper one. Your so-called 'freedom' is nothing more than another deep bondage."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again. He forcibly broke free from the pull, attempting to reunite himself. However, he suddenly realized that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not recapture the "self" that once belonged to him—that complete sense of existence had vanished without a trace through countless rebirths and destructions. Every moment he experienced, every universe's construction and collapse, seemed to tell him: he was no longer an "individual," but rather countless intertwined beings, unable to escape from each other.

"If I can't be 'myself', then..." Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly stopped. He took a deep breath, and an unprecedented sneer appeared on his face. "Then let me destroy everything, completely break all boundaries, and make all existence become nothingness!"

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with boundless light, and he suddenly expanded outward. All of time and space, the universe, began to twist madly under his control. Countless Feng Jing selves began to overlap, intertwine, and blend, forming an incomprehensible and bizarre structure. Each of Feng Jing's existences ceased to be independent individuals, becoming a singular entity that transcended all existence.

At this moment, the boundaries of the entire universe completely collapsed, and the laws of time and space ceased to exist. Feng Jing's existence had become "nothing." He transcended all forms of matter and energy, transcended the constraints of time and space, and became the ultimate connection between "existence" and "nothingness."

"I am no longer anything." Feng Jing's voice was hollow and cold. "I exist, and yet I no longer exist. I am endless nothingness, and yet endless existence. I am everything, and yet nothing."

His voice echoed throughout the universe. As the universe collapsed and reborn, Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissipated and wandered in nothingness.

Chapter 323: Endless Disorder and the Irony of the Void