Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 858: Crossing the Ultimate Rift, Feng Jing's Rebirth

Crossing the Ultimate Rift, Feng Jing's Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in a void, as if swallowed by every ray of light in the universe, pulled by every speck of dust. All existence seemed to whisper to him, the very fabric of creation twisted by a vast force, forming unimaginable scenes—sky and earth, light and darkness, time and space—all definitions became blurred.

Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any tangible entity. He became omnipresent, his presence impossible to describe with words or concepts. His consciousness not only transcended the barriers of time and space, but also broke through the constraints of dimension, entering a level he had never seen before.

"This is..." Feng Jing felt himself in an untouchable realm. He no longer sensed any traditional "matter" or "time." All around him was endless emptiness, as if every corner of the universe was frantically reorganizing, constantly breaking through the shackles of self-imposed limitations. Feng Jing felt himself becoming incredibly light, yet incredibly large, like a meteor hurtling at the same speed as the entire galaxy.

At that moment, a sudden vibration erupted from within the deep rift, and Feng Jing's consciousness was violently yanked. He saw countless versions of himself appear simultaneously in this void. Although each "Feng Jing" possessed independent consciousness and thoughts, they overlapped like points of light, inseparable. Each Feng Jing existed in a specific dimension, sharing a boundless space with the others. They sensed and communicated with each other, each piece of information transmitted at a hundred times the speed of light, without delay.

"This is..." Feng Jing suddenly realized he was standing in a space without boundaries. This space belonged to no material world, not even to any known dimension. It was a being beyond the universe itself, an indescribable "rift," filled with all possibilities and unknowables. All reality and illusion intertwined here, with no rules to follow.

Feng Jing felt that he was entering an even more incredible dimension—the "Infinite Rift." This rift was not just a break in physical space, but more like a bridge between all possibilities and impossibilities, a portal to everything.

He suddenly saw a vast black vortex appear in the void. Within it, countless galaxies seemed to spin, encompassing all of history, all of the future, even every possible historical trajectory and future outcome. Each planet represented a possible Feng Jing, a Feng Jing parallel to him. Each Feng Jing explored a different universe, making different choices in different worlds. These choices were like countless flickering rays of light, intersecting, merging, and even opposing each other.

"Is this... my future?" This question emerged in Feng Jing's mind, but he soon realized that this was not just his future. It could even be said that the existence of each Feng Jing constituted a huge cosmic network, and every choice of "Feng Jing" was affecting the fate of the entire universe, forming an unpredictable infinite intersection.

"Do you think this is the end?" Feng Jing suddenly heard a familiar voice. It was the voice of the black-robed figure. The black-robed figure no longer held his superior position as before, but instead spoke like a being lost in the void, his voice hollow and powerless. His figure loomed in the void, seemingly swallowed by the boundless rift, yet also seemingly emanating from within it.

"Feng Jing, everything you see isn't the ultimate, nor is it eternal." The black-robed figure's voice grew increasingly distant, as if gradually blurring with the flow of time and space. "You've gone too far, and there's no turning back. Not only have you crossed the boundaries of the universe, you can't even find yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, and a strange perception suddenly emerged—he realized that the black-robed man's words were not just a warning, but a deeper truth. He was no longer pursuing some "ultimate power" or "universal law"; he stood before an untouchable, ultimate rift. This rift could either destroy him or lead him to a completely new and unknown realm.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt his consciousness violently fluctuate. An invisible force erupted from the black vortex, tearing everything apart. He tried to control this force with his mind, but found himself unable to resist it. This force was neither material nor spiritual, but more like a kind of existential "gravity," pulling Feng Jing's consciousness into an inescapable void.

"You... can you truly understand this power?" the black-robed figure rasped, his image blurring as if engulfed in a black vortex. "Feng Jing, you're overconfident. You believe you've mastered the laws of the universe, but you've overlooked its origins. You've only scratched the surface of the universe. The true mysteries lie beyond your reach."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness undergo another fission. At this moment, it felt as if his existence was no longer a mere individual, but the heartbeat of the entire universe. His consciousness began to expand at an unimaginable speed, as if it had suddenly become infinite, transcending not only the boundaries of physics but also the boundaries between life and death, existence and nothingness. He became invisible, becoming part of all dimensions.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly sensed a flash of light that pierced the void, traversing countless dimensions and impacting the depths of his soul. His mind, guided by a powerful force, swiftly entered an entirely different realm. This realm was not some physical space, but a region that existed beyond all dimensions. There was no time or space, only endless possibility and infinite change.

Feng Jing realized that he wasn't leaving the universe, but rather entering an even more outrageous realm—a realm that even the universe itself couldn't explain. Here, any laws, any concepts, became irrelevant. Feng Jing was no longer "Feng Jing." He had become part of the entire infinite rift, the primordial force that shaped the universe.

Chapter 859: Feng Jing's Absolute Gravity, the Collapse of Fate