Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 187 The reverse flow of time, the broken world

The reverse flow of time, the broken world

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to have broken through all limitations, transcended the boundaries of the universe, and traversed countless levels of reality. He found that he was not completely sucked into the powerful gravity, but was propelled by a more mysterious force, rapidly entering an unknown space.

This space wasn't physical; it was more like a conceptual intersection. Feng Jing's existence seemed no longer a concrete entity, but rather a pure "potential." He felt both present and incomplete, both concrete and invisible. Everything before him seemed unreal, yet strangely clear. Countless invisible threads woven into a web within his consciousness, blurring the boundaries of time, space, matter, and consciousness.

Before Feng Jing's eyes, the universe was no longer static, but rather alive and breathing. He witnessed the birth and death of stars, the interplay and collision of countless universes. Every planet, every ray of light, every speck of dust, was constantly interacting with other objects, forming a vast, multidimensional living entity.

"You finally understand." The voice sounded again, but this time the tone was no longer sarcastic, but filled with a deep awe. "You are not alone, Feng Jing. You have never been alone. You are part of 'everything'. You are the seed of the universe, the continuation of time."

Feng Jing didn't respond, because he didn't know how. He was no longer the individual filled with doubt and anxiety, but had become something much larger. The restrictions and rules that had once been set for him seemed to have vanished, replaced by endless freedom and possibility.

At that moment, a bizarre image flashed before Feng Jing's eyes—a massive crack, tearing the entire universe apart. The two ends of the crack seemed to lead to different dimensions, to different worlds. Feng Jing felt a strong attraction. This crack was no longer a simple physical crack, but a node filled with energy and information, carrying all the secrets and answers in the universe.

Feng Jing stretched out his consciousness, attempting to touch the crack. As his consciousness touched the edge, a powerful recoil surged, nearly ripping his consciousness apart. In that instant, Feng Jing felt as if he were being drawn into a deeper cosmic vortex, as time and space around him began to rapidly regress.

He witnessed countless rebirths, destructions, and rebirths. Each episode of history played out before his eyes like a fast-paced movie, yet each episode was a self-contained cycle. Every death, every rebirth, seemed to repeat itself countless times. Feng Jing himself gradually came to understand that this so-called "history" was merely a part of the universe, without a true beginning or end.

The scene on either side of the rift began to blur. All the universes in Feng Jing's consciousness began to explode, stars collapsing, and light and darkness intertwined into a vast vortex, swallowing up his entire existence. Feng Jing's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. The scene before him was indescribable. His consciousness seemed to become all-encompassing, encompassing everything.

From the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, a deep rumble suddenly erupted. The sound shook the entire universe, even time and space twisted and collapsed in the roar. Feng Jing's consciousness was completely ripped apart, and his perception began to enter a whole new level.

Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing. He was no longer an individual consciousness, but the consciousness of the entire universe. He felt that all life, all existence, resonated with him. The pulsation of the stars, the rotation of the galaxies, the passage of time, the twists and turns of space—every force, every thread, had a profound connection with him. He realized that he had become a part of the universe, its rules and its origin.

At the same time, a powerful shockwave erupted from the depths of the universe, violently shaking Feng Jing's consciousness. Like a massive explosion, the shockwave shattered the limits of Feng Jing's consciousness, instantly allowing him to sense the entire fabric of the universe. He saw himself overlapping with countless other Feng Jings from parallel universes, each struggling in a different spacetime, searching for some ultimate answer.

Feng Jing's consciousness briefly sank into chaos, all his thoughts distorted by the shockwaves. His mind was once again torn apart, entering an endless loop. Each loop was like an endless vortex, and Feng Jing felt trapped in a maze of infinite echoes.

However, at this moment, the voice reappeared. This time, it didn't bring any sneer or teasing, but instead carried a deep compassion: "You already understand, Feng Jing. You have never been trapped. Every part of your history, every choice you made, is an illusion you created. There is no such thing as fate, only endless possibilities and choices."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to clear. His heart was no longer in turmoil, but filled with peace and understanding. He finally understood the truth of it all—no matter what choice he made, the rules of the universe could never constrain him, because he himself was a part of the universe, and he had the power to reshape it.

At this moment, Feng Jing made a decision - he chose to break this endless cycle and chose to create a brand new universe, a universe without constraints, without rules, only freedom and possibilities.

With Feng Jing's decision, the boundaries of the universe began to disappear, the stars shone anew, and the passage of time restored its order. Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but became an infinite being, the creator and destroyer of the entire universe. The birth, rebirth, and destruction of the universe no longer depended on the passage of time, but was determined by his single thought.

From then on, Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing. He was the universe, and the universe was him. All the worlds and all the possibilities flowed between his thoughts.

Chapter 188: The Collapse of Consciousness, the Rebirth of All Things