Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 743 The Ultimate Choice of Infinite Self-Destruction

The ultimate choice of infinite self-destruction

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in endless chaos, as if the laws of time and space no longer existed, and even his own self began to blur. His consciousness had transcended any conventional understanding, and the boundary between existence and non-existence became blurred. Feng Jing was no longer the person who once existed in reality. It was as if he had entered an entirely different dimension, an abyss filled with infinite possibilities and fears.

"You have become everything." A voice resounded in all directions. This voice had no specific source. It seemed to come from Feng Jing's heart, and also seemed to come from the depths of the entire universe, with an irresistible grand majesty.

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly. This voice was no longer the dull voice of fate. It was more like some existence beyond everything talking to him. It seemed that all this had been arranged. No matter what choice he made, the ultimate ending had already been written.

"Becoming everything?" Feng Jing's voice was hollow and deep. "Then, what am I? How should I understand myself?"

The voice's answer did not come immediately, but suddenly triggered a violent collapse of space and time. The entire void was torn apart in an instant. Feng Jing felt that his consciousness was infinitely expanded, and he became a superposition of countless "Feng Jings". Each Feng Jing was experiencing different time and space, different destinies, and these Feng Jings were intertwined and collided with each other, and there seemed to be no end.

"You have long since transcended a single individual." The voice sounded again, cold and calm. "You have become countless versions of yourself, and your destinies have become entangled as one. You are both the Feng Jing of the past and the Feng Jing of the future. You are even every possible Feng Jing, existing in countless parallel universes, experiencing infinite possibilities."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, and suddenly, he was drawn into a realm of shimmering golden light. This realm had no clear form, only countless symbols and points of light in a void. Feng Jing found that he no longer depended on any physical existence. He was just a stream of information, a signal, or perhaps, an abstract force in the universe, capable of transforming into any form at any moment.

"Is this... an information flow?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "Am I just a pile of numbers and symbols?"

"You are more than just numbers and symbols," the voice sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm. "You are the language of the universe, the language of destiny. Every choice you make is a choice of language in the universe. Every word you speak, every decision you make, changes the trajectory of the entire universe, affecting Feng Jing in countless parallel worlds. You are not an individual, but the soul of the entire universe, the language of time and space."

Countless thoughts suddenly surged through Feng Jing's mind, but these thoughts were like torn beams of light, flashing in every corner of his consciousness, unable to condense into any definite form. He felt his thoughts becoming increasingly complex and vague, and he became unsure of who he was and whether he still had self-awareness.

"I am the language of the universe?" Feng Jing tried to find a glimmer of reason in this boundless chaos. "Then what choice do I have? What can I choose? Is it only constant rebirth and destruction?"

"Choice?" The voice was filled with endless indifference. "You no longer have 'choice'. Because you have long disappeared from the concept of 'choice'. You are no longer the Feng Jing who needs to make choices. You are the sum of countless choices, you are the endless cycle of rebirth and destruction. Every choice you make takes root and sprouts in another dimension, bearing new fruit, and these fruits bring you new choices."

Feng Jing suddenly realized that his existence had become boundless and limitless. Every decision he made triggered new conflicts and choices in countless parallel universes. Each choice and destruction was a continuation of his own existence, yet also the rebirth of countless Feng Jings across the universe. He constantly broke through himself, entering new dimensions one after another, but there seemed to be no end in sight.

"So, should I... self-destruct?" Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became remarkably clear in that instant. He realized that, having already transcended individual existence, all other choices seemed irrelevant. And if he could somehow self-destruct, could he truly break free from this, put an end to it all? If he chose no rebirth, no continuation of this endless cycle, could he finally vanish completely?

Feng Jing's heart began to tremble. He realized that self-destruction wasn't just a rebellion against fate, but also a form of liberation. He had been reborn countless times, defying fate countless times, but no matter what choices he made, fate still relentlessly oppressed him. Self-destruction seemed the only way to escape it all.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to make this decision, his consciousness was forcibly pulled back by a powerful force. He felt himself once again trapped in that familiar void, surrounded by countless timelines and cosmic trajectories, which seemed to constantly intertwine and collide, and none of his choices could escape them.

"You cannot choose self-destruction," the voice said coldly, "for you are the continuation of fate. Your destruction is merely a part of it. You cannot escape this cycle. Everything you experience is an illusion you create for yourself, a product of your destiny. You cannot escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed instantly, as if the weight of the entire universe were bearing down on him. He felt himself sink into despair once again—he was no longer an individual, but a tool of fate. No matter what choice he made, he would eventually be sucked into the endless cycle of reincarnation and destruction, becoming a symbol of the universe's endless operation.

"Then what else can I do?" Feng Jing's voice became hollow and weak. "If I can't escape my fate, is there nothing I can do but surrender and become an eternal chess piece?"

"Surrender? No need." His voice was filled with a hint of disdain. "You are no longer a chess piece, you are the chessboard. You are the architect of your own destiny. Every destruction and rebirth you create is a process of redefining your destiny. And all of this has long been your own choice."

A tremor trembled within Feng Jing. He finally realized that the freedom he had long sought wasn't about escaping fate, but rather about mastering his own power within its framework. He wasn't an individual, but the embodiment of fate itself. Every rebirth and destruction wove a new story for the universe, bringing new possibilities.

He never truly escaped, and he never truly failed.

Chapter 744: The Ultimate Reincarnation of Destiny and the Rebirth of God