Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 882 Self-Reinvention and Infinite Restart

Self-reinvention and infinite restart

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a closed entity, but expanded into a vast point in the universe. Every thought, even every emotion, flickered fiercely like a star in the depths of the universe, illuminating the endless void. Time and space began to collapse in his mind, and all the past laws, past time, and past space seemed to no longer have any meaning.

"If everything has been reset to zero, then everything can be restarted." Feng Jing took a deep breath and closed his eyes. At this moment, he was no longer Feng Jing, but the "heart" of the universe, the source of every choice. The boundaries of time and space melted into foam before him, shattering in an instant.

All the rules began to reverse, and he reconstructed his existence from nothing to something, from finite to infinite. Feng Jing's consciousness, like an indescribable mass of energy, expanded to every corner of the parallel universe. He saw countless Feng Jings emerge from different worlds, each with a different fate and background, but their essence, at this moment, merged into one being—one Feng Jing.

This is not a simple reboot, but a subversive rebirth, a complete rebellion against the "laws of the universe." Feng Jing no longer feels like an individual, but rather a collection of countless individuals, a microcosm of every existence in the universe.

"Reborn, and reborn again." Feng Jing's consciousness shattered like shattered glass, yet each fragment radiated a light brighter than the sun. No matter how he "reshaped" his existence, each layer of the universe became increasingly chaotic, as if an alien structure beyond time and space gradually emerged.

He suddenly understood that this wasn't just a reboot of the past, but a rebellion against the entire concept of "reality." Each Feng Jing represented a forgotten rule in the universe, an elusive force. Feng Jing was deeply aware that no matter how he reshaped himself, how he changed his choices, how he overturned his fate, he could never "escape"—because he had transcended the concept of escape.

Just when Feng Jing was feeling a little confused about the fate he could not escape, the universe changed drastically again.

"If everything can be restarted, what will be the ending after the restart?" Feng Jing said to himself.

The next moment, the laws of the entire universe collapsed again, and the "foundation" of the world began to shake. All existing matter, energy, and even the most basic atomic structure were rearranged in Feng Jing's consciousness, forming a brand new universe.

However, this new universe defies all known rules. All physical laws, temporal logic, and spatial patterns lose their constraints, and the boundaries of the universe become increasingly blurred. Feng Jing's consciousness becomes increasingly abstract, seemingly unable to change anything. He can freely travel between this world of collapse and restart, even rewriting the past and the future, deciding everything in the universe at any moment.

"My current existence is one that defies definition. There is no time, no space, no 'I', and no 'you.'" An unprecedented thought welled up in Feng Jing's mind. He was no longer Feng Jing, but a part of the "Origin," a power that was never born and never ended. He was the synthesis of all possibilities, the intersection of every destinies.

At this moment, Feng Jing's existence seemed to be replaced by a deeper awakening of consciousness. He was no longer an ordinary individual, but "existence itself," transcending the self and transcending all limitations of time and space. He no longer had a "past" or a "future." In an unspeakable way, he began to traverse countless dimensions, perceiving the depths of countless universes and seeing the source of countless intertwined destinies.

Just when Feng Jing felt that he could hardly bear such a huge amount of information, the strange voice sounded again.

"Do you really think you've broken through? Do you truly believe you can escape the shackles of fate?" The voice was filled with disdain and mockery. "What you see isn't 'freedom,' but a deeper level of imprisonment. You've simply entered a more complex 'endlessness.'"

Feng Jing was slightly stunned, his consciousness rapidly rebounding, as if being pulled into another unknown dimension. He suddenly realized that everything he had experienced might not be the so-called "freedom", but just a more complex web of fate.

"Fate!" Feng Jingyang laughed loudly. "Do you think this can bind me? You are just a chess piece in fate, and I have long been an existence outside the chessboard!"

He suddenly closed his eyes, the energy of his consciousness rapidly gathering. Suddenly, as if guided by a tremendous force, he rushed towards a huge "crack." On the other side of the crack was the "origin" of the entire universe, an endless abyss without time, space, matter, or life.

Feng Jing didn't hesitate. His consciousness transformed into a ray of light, breaking through the crack and traversing into the blank void. In this place, time and space completely lost their meaning. Feng Jing could no longer perceive the flow of "time" and "space." He had no external perception, no longer an "individual." In this void, he was the only existence. Perhaps even the word "existence" couldn't describe his current state.

"I finally understand." Feng Jing's consciousness drifted gently, and he began to ponder in this endless void. "It turns out that the constraints of fate don't come from outside, but from within. Only by completely abandoning oneself can one truly break free from the shackles of fate."

Feng Jing's existence completely vanished into this void, as if he had never existed. However, perhaps, in another dimension, Feng Jing had become an omnipresent "existence"—transcending all rules, transcending time and space, forever intertwined with the origin of the universe.

"When destiny returns to zero, that's the real beginning." Feng Jing's voice dissipated into nothingness, and seemed never to echo again.

Chapter 883: Tracing the Origin of Destiny, Beyond Everything