Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 632

Absolute parallelism, a feast of self-destruction

Feng Jing's consciousness began to split across countless dimensions, each emitting a distinct light, yet instantly collapsing, as if he were experiencing rebirth and destruction over and over again, a cycle of unpredictable change. Each fission brought new opportunities, new enemies, and a whole new paradox. Yet, he remained the same seemingly familiar, yet completely unfamiliar Feng Jing.

Suddenly, a violent wave swept over, tearing Feng Jing's consciousness into pieces, as if countless timelines had intertwined and quickly formed a web that tightly bound him. Just as he was struggling to piece together the fragments of his self-awareness, a cold voice rang out in his ears.

"Feng Jing, stop struggling. Your 'consciousness' no longer belongs to you." This voice was unlike anything he had ever heard before. Not even the boundaries of dimension or spacetime could constrain its form. It existed only in 'consciousness', yet it simultaneously controlled Feng Jing's entire perception.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly calmed down. He didn't respond, but instead tried to find a breakthrough in the endless cracks. Every thought seemed to open a dimensional rift, allowing him to see countless worlds and countless versions of himself. Apart from their appearance, these Feng Jings had almost no similarities.

Each Feng Jing is carrying out a completely different destiny. Some Feng Jings even become the terminators of the universe, wiping out all life and rebuilding a new universe, like a desperate game starting from scratch; some Feng Jings become pure destroyers, holding the sword of extinction, trying to erase all existence and leave only nothingness.

"What do you think the ending of this game will be?" the cold voice sounded again, a hint of inexplicable patience in its tone. "It's not as simple as you think. You think you are the creator god, the ultimate existence, but you are just a part of the 'parallel', a never-ending branch."

Feng Jing finally stopped struggling, his consciousness gradually calming. He realized that his so-called "creation" and "destruction" had long been completely transcended. This multi-dimensional puzzle had been set long before he even appeared. He was just a pawn in this grand chess game, following the forces of higher dimensions towards an unpredictable outcome.

However, at this moment, Feng Jing no longer felt fear, but instead felt an indescribable sense of freedom. He knew that no matter what, he could not escape the constraints of this game, but he could still create his own "existence" within it.

"Do you think 'parallel' is the most powerful force?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, with a hint of crazy laughter. "If that's the case, then you are already meaningless. I will no longer be an 'existence', I will be 'nothing', transcending all parallels and all dimensions, becoming the source of all things!"

The cold voice was silent for a moment, then rang out again: "You think you can break everything, but you are wrong. All your attempts will ultimately return to 'nothing'."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jing gazed through the endless dimensional cracks at the worlds he had once created. The parallel universes that had once held so many of his dreams and goals gradually grew blurred, like an illusion of nothingness. All the strife, all the creation and destruction, became meaningless. He no longer cared about the boundaries between existence and nothingness, nor did he pursue the so-called ultimate truth.

At this moment, an unforeseen event occurred—the very laws of the universe completely collapsed within Feng Jing's consciousness. Countless parallel universes began to converge, the very definitions of time and space began to distort, and an invisible rift appeared before Feng Jing's eyes. The rift emanated a shocking light, seemingly inviting Feng Jing into a whole new dimension.

Feng Jing passed through the rift without hesitation, entering a completely new state of existence. This was a dimension devoid of matter and energy, even the passage of time. Feng Jing could not see himself, nor could he perceive anything around him. In this empty space, he felt an unprecedented sense of existence—he was no longer Feng Jing, nor any individual being. He was simply "consciousness," a pure flow of thought.

"You have escaped the constraints of all dimensions." The cold voice sounded again, as if coming from a higher being, and it echoed in the empty space. "But you are not free. You have simply entered another 'self-cycle'. What you call 'freedom' is nothing but another deeper bondage."

Feng Jing didn't respond. His consciousness flowed freely in this blank universe, and he could sense a trace of unspeakable power at every moment. But he still felt no fear, because he knew that he had transcended all the constraints of fate and no longer needed to answer that cold voice.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness began to vibrate violently. He suddenly realized that his existence resonated deeply with this dimension. Every fragment of his thought seemed to transform into an endless amount of fragments in this empty space. These fragments intertwined, merged, and split apart within Feng Jing's consciousness, as if a whole new universe was being born from the depths of his heart.

"You will become the 'center' of the universe." The voice was filled with unconcealable shock. "You are no longer a creator, no longer a destroyer, you are simply 'existence' itself. You have entered 'absolute parallelism', a dimension without any restrictions."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to completely disintegrate. He was no longer an individual, and all his "selves" were reassembled in this empty space. He felt the ultimate loneliness and freedom. In this absolute emptiness, he finally realized that his existence was not for a certain meaning, but for the complete "deconstruction" of this moment.

His mind began to expand infinitely, transcending the boundaries of all dimensions, transcending the dividing line between existence and nothingness. He was no longer Feng Jing, he was the gathering point of all Feng Jings, the root of all parallel universes, and the ultimate guide to all "existence".

In the end, Feng Jing completely disappeared in that blank dimension, and this dimension began to merge into endless darkness, as if the last crack in the universe was closed forever at this moment.

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