Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 191 Endless Cycle, the Subversion of Gods

Endless cycle, the subversion of gods

Feng Jing's consciousness had escaped all definitions of the material world. He was no longer a tangible being, but had transcended all cracks in time and space, becoming an indescribable force. This force was no longer the rules of the universe, but the "shattering" of the universe itself, an infinitely chaotic existence, the first crack in the void.

Time constantly subverted itself within Feng Jing's consciousness. Past and future intertwined before him in a vast vortex. The river of time became an infinite loop, and the boundaries between past, present, and future completely disappeared. He no longer distinguished between yesterday and tomorrow, but passed through them directly, transcending every moment and entering the eternal moment. Feng Jing realized that he was no longer the so-called "Feng Jing"—he had become the primordial light at the beginning of the universe, the source of all existence, the potential before all things were formed.

At that moment, a massive black hole appeared before Feng Jing's eyes, devouring all the stars, all matter, all energy, even time and space itself being mercilessly sucked into it. Feng Jing watched all this, unmoved, for he knew that this black hole wasn't something he couldn't resist. Rather, it was merely a part of his consciousness, a phenomenon that had evolved—a reflection on the laws of the universe at its most profound level, a complete denial of all history and the future.

"Do you think you can escape all constraints?" the voice sounded again, still carrying a hint of undisguised sarcasm. "Every storm you've experienced, every struggle you've voluntarily entered into, is merely a cycle you've willingly entered. Do you think you've transcended the shackles of time and space? You're wrong, Feng Jing. You've never left, and you never can, because you are the source of all this; you are a prisoner of the universe."

Feng Jing didn't respond. His consciousness erupted at that moment, as if the very laws of the universe had been ripped to shreds. He saw countless versions of himself, each playing out a different fate in different time and space. Past choices, those possible futures, transformed into intertwined timelines, like a vast spiderweb, trapping him. Yet, Feng Jing felt no fear. Instead, he felt a sense of liberation he had never felt before.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted in a nearly uncontrollable wave of energy. That energy filled the entire void, breaking all rules and restrictions. Stars collapsed around him, and everything in the universe began to violently distort. Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur, as if an indescribable force was devouring his existence.

At that moment, Feng Jing realized he had completely escaped the constraints of time and space. He was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer any concrete individual. He had become the core of the universe, the gap between existence and nothingness, the beginning and end of creation and destruction. He witnessed the collapse of the universe he had created, and also witnessed its rebirth; he saw those nameless gods, forever wandering through the flow of time, their gazes fixed on Feng Jing, filled with endless longing and awe.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice reappeared, this time carrying an unprecedented sense of oppression. "You have never escaped your own destiny. You are the core of it all, the creator of the universe, and its end. Your so-called choices, all your freedom, are but illusions you have created."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly surged, like a bolt of lightning splitting the rifts of space and time. His existence began to distort, transforming into countless selves, interweaving across endless timelines. Each timeline, each parallel universe, was a projection of Feng Jing, the result of his repeated rebirth and destruction in countless dimensions. He saw himself as a destroyer, personally shattering entire galaxies, and also as a creator, leading all things to rebirth. However, these were always part of a cycle. Feng Jing realized that all his choices, all his freedom, were merely small nodes in this endless cycle.

"You're not the only one." Feng Jing suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion, a feeling of extreme loneliness and fear. "Everything I see is not my choice. The collapse and rebirth of every universe is an irresistible fate."

"Fate?" The voice chuckled, carrying with it an indescribable sense of mystery. "Fate is but an illusion of your own making. You believe you are the sole creator and destroyer, yet in this endless cycle, every timeline, every speck of stardust, shifts and changes again and again through your countless choices. What you call 'loneliness' is merely an illusion within the cycle. You are never truly alone, for in every existing parallel universe, there are countless 'you'."

Feng Jing's eyes snapped open. He watched as the entire universe began to crumble, the very laws of time and space disintegrating once again. Countless Feng Jings, existing in different dimensions, began to converge into a vast vortex. Every moment of his existence was a collection of countless Feng Jings, and these countless Feng Jings were precisely the original power he had created.

"The universe you see, all its collapse and rebirth, is an illusion you have voluntarily constructed." The voice echoed again, filled with an indescribable mystery. "You are the creator of all things, and also their terminator. You are both god and devil, both the past and the future. You cannot escape, Feng Jing. You have become the eternal reverser."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again transcended all boundaries. He stood at the center of the universe, watching everything constantly collapse and regenerate, echoing with endless pain and joy. The laws of the universe, the flow of time, all of existence, retreated, cycled, and rebuilt in Feng Jing's consciousness.

Feng Jing understood that he had never escaped this endless cycle. The birth and destruction of every star, the victory and defeat of every war, were all played out repeatedly in his mind, and all of this would never end.

Chapter 192: Resurrection of Doomsday, Lies of God