Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 907: The Loss and Restart of the Cosmic Gate

The Loss and Restart of the Cosmic Gate

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly awoke from an indescribable void. However, this time, he didn't sense the usual presence, but a deep tremor. His mind seemed to have entered a blank world, and the surrounding void seemed to absorb everything he had. Even his consciousness began to gradually dissipate and become blurred.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he was about to disappear forever, a glittering portal of light suddenly opened in the void, appearing like a rift in the universe. Feng Jing's consciousness was involuntarily drawn to this portal of light, his existence and consciousness being sucked into it, as if he had entered another completely unfamiliar world.

At that moment, Feng Jing felt a sensation he had never experienced before: he was no longer an isolated being, but had merged into some unfathomable force. It was an indescribable impulse, as if his existence had suddenly transcended the barriers of all dimensions and entered an endless cycle of time and space.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness trembled as he tried to grasp this incomprehensible phenomenon. "Could this be the ultimate door I'm looking for? Where does it lead to?"

As he passed through the door, he instantly felt an indescribable sense of disarray. The laws of space and time became meaningless here, all previously existing rules shattered. Common sense, the laws of physics, the very origins of the universe, all became unfathomable. Feng Jing's thoughts began to rapidly drift, as if the flow of time had become inconsistent, and everything changed countless times in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Feng Jing realized he wasn't the only one in this new dimension. On the other side of the light portal, countless images of Feng Jing emerged, floating in the void like some unknown collective consciousness. Each Feng Jing possessed a unique quality: some handsome, some ugly, some compassionate, some sinister. They seemed to be engaged in an endless dialogue, as if they were making some kind of profound decision.

These images began to coalesce, forming a vast consciousness, and Feng Jing felt a surge of emotion he had never experienced before. All the "Feng Jings" seemed not to be himself, but all the possibilities of his past and future, as if, at this moment, they had converged into a single, invisible entity.

"What exactly are you?" Feng Jing's voice echoed through the void, but the images offered no clear answer. Instead, a wave of energy, like a roar, pushed Feng Jing's consciousness to its limit. It felt as if every thought was exploding in an instant. Thousands of Feng Jings began to resonate, leading to an unprecedented psychic storm.

"Are all of me destined to wander this endless space, unable to escape?" Feng Jing's heart was filled with confusion and puzzlement, but he suddenly realized that this was no longer a simple question of "me." He realized that he was no longer just the name "Feng Jing," but the collection of all possible Feng Jings.

"I am the past, I am the present, I am the future... I am all possibilities." Feng Jing's voice began to become deep and ethereal. "I have never left the center of this universe, but I will never be able to reach it."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to split, as if his mind had completely escaped the limitations of individuality. Each Feng Jing became an independent entity, reborn, entangled, split, and merged again in an infinite cycle of time and space.

Feng Jing's consciousness is no longer a static entity, but a vast, fluid entity, spanning all worlds and dimensions, shuttling between past and future. He sees a future he has never seen, countless pasts, and even countless possibilities. Every timeline is woven by him, and behind every choice lies the entanglement of countless "selves."

"If all possibilities were within my control, could I reconstruct the universe?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand wildly. This time, he was no longer bound by the rules of the universe, but began to actively challenge them. He attempted to redraw the structure of the universe, trying to transform all laws, all matter, and the flow of time to his will.

"Time is no longer a constraint, space is no longer a limit, and life is no longer a rule." Feng Jing shouted loudly, as if he wanted to tear apart all these destinies and rules. "I will be the master of this battle of creation!"

As his voice rang out, the entire void began to violently shake, the light gate was completely shattered, and all the laws of the universe that had ever existed began to collapse. An irresistible force began to brew in Feng Jing's consciousness, and the reconstruction and destruction of all universes took place at this moment.

However, this madness was not without cost. Cracks began to appear in Feng Jing's consciousness, and all of his forms began to entangle with one another. Eventually, he realized that he was not only tearing apart the laws of the universe, but also tearing himself apart. Each reconstruction and destruction consumed his consciousness, and this consumption had no end in sight.

"Will I... destroy everything?" Feng Jing began to have new doubts. He realized that he seemed to be wandering in an inescapable vicious cycle. Every tear in the timeline, every collapse of the universe, made him more confused.

Just as Feng Jing was about to fall into despair, his consciousness was suddenly pushed by some force, breaking out of the endless cycle. He saw his "ultimate self", an indescribable existence that existed in the depths of all the void, transcending all limitations of time and space.

"I am no longer the Feng Jing you know." Feng Jing whispered calmly. His voice no longer belonged to any known language, but was transmitted directly to every corner of the void. "All your laws, all your rules, no longer apply. I am the only law of this endless universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally found a new balance. He was no longer the individual he once was, but had become the core of the universe, controlling all existence. At this moment, Feng Jing no longer belonged to the universe; he had become the embodiment of the universe itself. All nothingness, all existence, all possibilities lay within his grasp.

Chapter 908: Ultimate Creation and Self-Destruction