Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 784: A Crazy Reversal Against Heaven and Infinite Self-Destruction

Crazy reversal against the will of heaven and endless self-destruction

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer be called "consciousness." All he felt was an endless, invisible force field, the emptiness of space, and the agony of experiencing countless destruction and rebirths in every moment. It was like an endless spinning top, spinning madly, spinning, and finally unable to stop.

He began to understand that he was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer anyone or anything, but had become part of the universe's most profound and insane experiment. Every death, every reversal, even every crushing pain, was an act in a script designed by an unpredictable "god beyond time and space," and Feng Jing himself was merely an actor in this grand drama.

He felt like a test subject trapped forever in a maze of time and space, constantly being reshaped, shattered, reborn, and then collapsed again in endless repetition. Every time he was reborn, he realized that he was still in the same cycle, in the same inescapable experimental field.

"Hahaha!" Feng Jing suddenly let out an inappropriate laugh. His laughter was ethereal and crazy, as if he had completely lost consciousness of his own existence. "You think you are controlling me? Do you think this is the fate you designed? I, Feng Jing, will not surrender, I will not fall! You just forgot one thing - I am the one who reverses fate!"

But at the moment this wild laughter ended, Feng Jing's consciousness was violently shaken again, and his body seemed to be crushed to pieces by some terrifying force field. Every particle of his being seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and he entered an unprecedented state - an unimaginable state of self-destruction.

"You still can't understand." The voice came from all directions, becoming indifferent, even with a hint of amusement. "You think you can reverse the universe, reverse fate, reverse everything. But everything you do is just part of an endless reversal. You don't even know where you came from. You have lost yourself in this void, and you can never return to the beginning."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently at the impact of these words. His heart seemed to be torn apart, every inch of it throbbing furiously. He began to understand that this was no ordinary trial, no ordinary experiment. He was no longer a "person" in any sense—he was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any conscious being. He was nothing more than a "quantum fragment," swallowed by countless cracks in space and time, repeatedly struck, unable to escape.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing roared again, as if he wanted to grasp a little self-awareness through his voice, but he found that his voice disappeared into the void like water waves.

"Me?" the voice responded again, its tone carrying an elusive depth. "What you see is only my reflection, but I—I am more than you can understand. I am the fusion of past, present, and future. I am the source of all the power of time and space you have never imagined."

Feng Jing's consciousness felt like it had been struck by lightning, and he instantly lost all sense. The abyss of darkness once again swallowed him. However, this time, unlike the last time, Feng Jing did not awaken from the darkness. Without any sign of consciousness regaining consciousness, it was as if he was trapped in this darkness forever. Without the perception of his body, only his consciousness, like a drifting fragment, never to find its home.

"You are so insignificant." The pressure of that voice seemed to be the only existence Feng Jing could perceive. "You have been a failed experiment from the beginning, unable to understand the meaning of your own existence. You thought you could break through everything, but in the end, you are still just a part of the universe, a speck of dust that will be devoured mercilessly."

Feng Jing's heart seemed to stop at that moment, and his mind began to empty—no thoughts, no perceptions, no past, only an endless void and emptiness. Nothing could make him feel himself anymore. He had become an indescribable existence, floating in the void, allowing all the twists and turns and surges to destroy his mind.

But suddenly, an incredible wave of energy surged—a wave that overturned all cognition. This wave didn't originate from the outside world, but rather emerged from the depths of Feng Jing's heart. It was fierce, violent, and filled with an indescribable power, as if it threatened to completely tear Feng Jing apart and propel him into a higher dimension.

"This is... impossible!" Feng Jing finally regained some consciousness. "Is this a reversal? Or a new trial?"

"This is a situation you will never understand." The voice was majestic but with a hint of relief. "You have been thrust into a new dimension, a dimension beyond time and space. Everything you have experienced is merely your final struggle to resist your fate. Now, you will meet your true end."

As these words fell, Feng Jing's consciousness was completely ripped away. He was once again thrown into the endless void, completely losing all perception. This rift in time and space seemed to never close. Every rebirth, every destruction, was an eternal cycle, an irresistible fate.

Feng Jing knew he would never again have a chance to escape. He was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer any "individual" in existence. He had become part of that infinite space and time, unable to escape, unable to comprehend, unable to resist.

All the reversals are his destiny.

Chapter 785: Self-Reconstruction in the Ultimate Rift and the Tearing of the Hand of God