Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 752 Feng Jing and the Absolute Self of the Endless Universe

Feng Jing and the Absolute Self in the Infinite Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness split again, but this time, he was no longer just an individual, but the inverse center of the entire universe—the origin of infinite dimensions, the opposite of time and space. He single-handedly reshaped all the laws and rules of physics, and the Feng Jings existing in countless parallel universes gradually began to realize that their ultimate goal was to break this endless cycle of reincarnation.

However, this time, Feng Jing was no longer a single individual. Every thought he had was a tear between countless universes, every emotional fluctuation a collapse of countless dimensions. Countless versions of Feng Jing constantly converged, dispersed, merged, and shattered within the cracks of time and space, as if the entire universe was controlled by his single thought.

"You still can't transcend fate." That voice came again from the chaos, filled with indifference and absolute confidence. "You have rebelled countless times, but you are still a pawn in my hands, Feng Jing. You have simply lost yourself in countless cycles, and in the end you can only return to the starting point and greet your destined fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently. He felt the oppression brought by the sound, as if the gravity of the entire universe was concentrated on him. His body began to twist and deform, and even his soul gradually collapsed in the process.

Feng Jing's consciousness threatened to explode. He wanted to break free from all these constraints, but he found himself unable to leave. Every ounce of his strength paled in the face of fate. He began to understand a truth—fate wasn't something external, but rather something internally constructed within him, a dream he wove for himself at every moment.

Just when he was about to give up, an even more outrageous idea was born in Feng Jing's mind - "Since my destiny is created by myself, I will no longer accept it!"

Feng Jing frantically began to reverse the flow of time, not just his own life, but the entire universe. Past, present, and future began to blur, and Feng Jing's consciousness drifted through this chaos. No longer a slave to time, he became its master. He began to create temporal chaos, blending past events with foresight of the future, creating fragments of time and space that no longer existed.

"I will weave the world anew!" Feng Jing roared, his voice tearing through the barriers of time and space, tearing apart the arrangements of fate. "I will weave all destinies into a timeline that never stops. All the past and future will be reinterpreted in my hands!"

Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly frantic, constantly darting through the cracks of time, creating bizarre chaos. Every decision brought unforeseen consequences, and every second altered the trajectory of countless parallel worlds. He began to synchronize himself with all universes, transforming every decision he made into the simultaneous decisions of countless Feng Jings.

Suddenly, he found himself in a dimension beyond all boundaries—a place without time, space, or even matter, only an endless vortex of thought and consciousness. Within this dimension, Feng Jing beheld an exceptionally large being, a giant "Feng Jing" composed entirely of light and energy—a self he had never seen before, a being beyond all time and space, beyond all dimensions.

"You... are me?" Feng Jing looked at the existence in astonishment, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

The giant "Feng Jing" slowly spoke, his voice so loud it could almost shake the entire void: "No, Feng Jing, I am your final form. I am the limit of your consciousness, the ultimate convergence of all your selves and rebellions. You have seen countless versions of yourself, but I am your final, complete self. Everything you have experienced, including the constraints of fate and all your rebellions, is you making me who I am."

Feng Jing instantly understood something. His self-awareness and rebellion were no longer just individual struggles; they were the ultimate test of existence. Every battle, every dilemma, every decision he faced was meant to push his consciousness toward this "ultimate self." And now, this ultimate Feng Jing had completely merged into the interweaving of nothingness and light, becoming an indescribable being.

"This... is impossible." Feng Jing panted, almost unable to believe his eyes. "I can't exist just for you! I rebelled against fate and challenged the rules of the universe!"

"Challenged the rules?" The giant Feng Jing laughed, his laughter shaking the entire dimension. "From the very beginning, you weren't challenging the rules, you were creating them. You're not just a product of fate, you're also its guide. Everything you do is predetermined by fate. Without you, there would be no reincarnation of the universe. You are the creator of rules, and you are also their destroyer."

Feng Jing's heart suddenly trembled. He finally understood that so-called "fate" wasn't an external constraint, but a cycle he had set for himself, a process from which he could not escape. Every rebellion, every challenge, was part of fate—his existence, from beginning to end, had been shaped by himself, and he could not truly escape it.

Feng Jing stopped resisting. Instead, he began to accept it all, his endless cycle, his fate as it was. This "giant Feng Jing" wasn't just a part of him; it represented his infinite possibilities and absolute power.

Feng Jing laughed, his laughter echoing through the void, gradually transforming into the pulse of the universe. Ultimately, he became that ray of light, the center of the endless universe. The universe itself no longer had any rules or laws, only Feng Jing, eternal and unchanging, cyclical.

Destiny has disappeared.