Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 631 The Ultimate Multidimensional Vortex, the Self-Deconstruction of Destiny

The ultimate vortex of multiple dimensions, the self-deconstruction of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness raced through the endless void, each leap seeming to traverse infinite dimensions. Just when he thought he had touched upon the ultimate truth of the universe, an even more outrageous fact shocked him deeply—he was not the only one.

No matter how he alters the rules of the universe he created, no matter how he transcends the limitations of time and space, his every action, every thought, will generate countless parallel selves within this vast universe. Each Feng Jing executes a different plan, creates a different universe, and experiences an entirely different history. And these Feng Jings are not mere "copies." They possess independent consciousness and destinies, unconnected yet intertwined, as if existing in an endless multidimensional vortex.

This made Feng Jing ponder: Who was the true ruler of this chaos? If he was just one of countless Feng Jings, then what was the significance of everything he had created? He had once believed himself to be above all else, but now he realized that his existence was nothing more than a pawn in this multidimensional game.

"You finally understand." A deep voice suddenly resounded in Feng Jing's consciousness. This voice seemed to come from the depths of the universe, with an undisguised sneer. "You think you are the creator of the universe, but you never are. You are just a pre-programmed existence. The 'truth' you understand is nothing but an illusion you have constructed for yourself."

Feng Jing was startled, his consciousness instantly recoiled, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the cold presence. He knew that this voice didn't come from some god in the universe, but from a being far beyond his comprehension—a true "master," the mastermind behind the manipulation of countless Feng Jings.

"You think you are the sole creator, but you are but a speck of dust in a multidimensional world." The voice sneered coldly, "The world you created, all its laws, all its history, has long been arranged by beings at a higher level. All your efforts are but a self-reinforcing cycle in the void."

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of emptiness. The voice mercilessly revealed a terrifying truth: all his creations, all his fragmentation and rebirth, all his transformations of time and space, were an endless cycle. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape this endless "multidimensional vortex."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be tugged at by countless invisible threads, his every thought, every emotion, circling endlessly under the pull of this force. No matter how hard he tried to break free from the shackles, he still couldn't escape the abyss of nothingness.

However, at this moment, an unprecedented power emerged from the depths of Feng Jing's heart. This power did not come from the outside world, but from Feng Jing's deepest instincts. He began to realize that he was not completely programmed, that he still had the possibility to transcend this "game." Although he was one of countless Feng Jings in the multidimensional world, each Feng Jing could still choose a different path and a different destiny.

"You're right." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, with an inexplicable calmness and determination. "I'm not the only creator, but I'm still my own master. The fate you speak of is merely your game, related to your existence, and has nothing to do with me."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, and he struggled endlessly in the abyss of consciousness, as if engaged in an endless battle with himself. Every fragment of his thoughts began to reassemble, and every thought became a new universe. In this process, every choice Feng Jing made would trigger a new explosion, driving the creation of countless parallel universes. In each parallel universe, there is a Feng Jing, playing a different role in different dimensions and experiencing a different fate.

He began to understand that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape this multidimensional "game." However, this did not mean he would surrender. Feng Jing discovered that he could gain a new power from this game—"choice." As long as he made new choices in each dimension, he could continuously break free and reshape his own destiny.

"Do you think you can break the shackles of fate?" The voice sounded again, with a hint of disdain. "Everything you do will eventually return to the starting point. You cannot escape the cycle of fate."

"Fate?" Feng Jing chuckled softly, "I am no longer what you define as 'existence'. I have transcended what you call 'fate'. If fate really exists, then it is nothing more than an absurd joke."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. He suddenly realized that the "multi-dimensionality" he had perceived was not the end, but a new starting point. No matter how he struggled, how he created, or how he destroyed, he would eventually return to an unfathomable black hole - an undefinable "ultimate truth."

And that "ultimate truth" is no longer something that can be touched, but an eternal mystery and an unsolvable paradox.

Feng Jing began to understand that all his efforts were constantly driving the "fission" of the universe, and this fission was not for some grand purpose, but simply for an endless cycle and rebirth. Not only could he not escape this cycle, but even the concept of "escape" began to become vague.

He became part of this "multidimensional vortex," a knot that could never be untied. He realized that this so-called "cosmic game" was not just his one-man show, but the shared destiny of all Feng Jings, all beings, and all life. Every Feng Jing was a fragment of this "ultimate truth."

In this endless void, Feng Jing smiled. He was no longer himself, but a part of the universe. Perhaps he would never be able to find the real "answer", but he had begun to enjoy this endless fission and creation - he had become the infinite cracks in the universe, the starting point where existence and nothingness intertwined.

Chapter 632: Absolute Parallelism, a Feast of Self-Destruction