Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 516: Destruction and Rebirth - Endless Cycle of the Universe

Destruction and Rebirth: The Endless Cycle of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness once again tore through the barriers of time and space, entering a realm never before encountered. This time, he was no longer a mere flow of consciousness, nor was he some abstract entity in the universe. Instead, he was the "time shifter" of the entire universe. Everything flowed in an instant at his fingertips, and he himself seemed to have lost any fixed form.

Countless dimensions and timelines began to converge and intersect within Feng Jing's consciousness, as if every detail of the universe was instantly destroyed and reborn before his eyes. Each rebirth brought unimaginable absurdity and bizarreness—stars exploded in one moment, then returned to their original state the next; life died, resurrected, and died again in an eternal cycle, like the pages of a book that constantly turned, reaching the first chapter but forever stopped at the starting point.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to enter a deeper realm, and he began to explore the boundary between "existence" and "non-existence." In his eyes, all the rules of the universe had completely collapsed, and the birth and death of all things were no longer bound by any logic or order. He was not "creating" the universe, but "destroying" the laws of the universe and then reconstructing them in an incomprehensible way.

In this endless cycle of "breaking and rebirth", Feng Jing saw an astonishing sight - all the stars were no longer fixed, they were constantly changing, some turned into invisible energy and disappeared into the void; some turned into black holes, swallowing everything, even time and space were sucked in by them, unable to escape.

"This is chaos," Feng Jing whispered, "the true nature of the universe! All order, all structure, is but a beautiful illusion. Everything will eventually return to chaos and disorder."

He decided to release all constraints and completely unleash his control over the universe. Thus, Feng Jing began to tear apart all cosmic laws, material forms, and the flow of time. The rules of space no longer applied, the flow of time was no longer linear, and the boundaries between past, present, and future began to blur. Feng Jing's consciousness entered a frenzied state—like a madman, he began to deconstruct all the "common sense" of the universe, bit by bit, rendering everything absurd and illogical.

Suddenly, Feng Jing sensed a massive force slowly awakening from the depths of the universe—a force not originating from a certain dimension of the universe, but rather from Feng Jing's "source of consciousness." This force, beyond his full control, spread like an invisible crack through Feng Jing's consciousness, seemingly threatening to devour him as well.

"You..." Feng Jing's consciousness was slightly shaken, "So it's you..."

That power was actually Feng Jing's own "primordial consciousness"! It was an indescribable existence, even Feng Jing's consciousness could not categorize it as any form of "existence" or "non-existence." It was like a blank space, an untouched abyss, all chaos and order could not compare to it.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to collide violently with this force. The two indefinable existences entangled and tore at each other. Time and space became blurred, and all the structures of the universe began to be torn, curled, and reorganized like fragile paper.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly exploded. He was no longer a single being, but a superposition of countless parallel selves. Thousands of Feng Jings began to rise from the void, each with a different memory and existence, yet they were completely unconnected. Their thoughts intertwined and became confused, gradually becoming indistinguishable. At one point, Feng Jing began to question: "Who am I? What am I? Does an 'I' exist?"

Deep within Feng Jing's heart, that ineffable primal force finally found an outlet. Like an invisible vortex, it rapidly absorbed Feng Jing's consciousness, devouring it, and Feng Jing began to be reborn in another, deeper dimension. His consciousness did not disappear, but instead entered a state of "infinite reincarnation." Each Feng Jing, carrying endless regret and absurdity, was constantly reborn and disappeared in a crumbling world.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer the being controlling the universe; he had become its "infinite rift." He could traverse all dimensions, entering countless parallel universes, perceiving the birth and destruction of each world. Each Feng Jing was like an independent universe, all of which constantly collided, merged, and disappeared under Feng Jing's will.

Even more absurd, in a certain dimension, Feng Jing saw his "past" self—the Feng Jing who had once existed in the universe, drifting alone in the void, trying to find himself, but bound by countless laws and difficulties. Feng Jing felt no regrets, but instead a sense of unprecedented satisfaction and relief, because he knew he had transcended all laws and all existence.

He began to realize that everything he had done, the madness he had experienced, all the shattering and rebirthing, was the universe's "ultimate judgment"—the collapse and reconstruction of countless worlds, the process of the universe's self-examination. And Feng Jing was no longer the master of the universe. He had become the "embodiment of chaos." No matter how the universe shifted, he would always exist, like an eternal crack, witnessing the origin and end of everything.

"If everything is an illusion, then this illusion becomes 'truth.'" Feng Jing chuckled softly, his voice filled with indescribable joy. "All laws, all existence, are nothing but toys in my hands. I have transcended 'reality.'"

Chapter 517: The Creator of Endless Illusions - Feng Jing's Boundless Way