Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 810: The Dimensional Flow of Destruction and Rebirth

The Dimensional Flow of Destruction and Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness had long since transcended any perceptible realm. He was no longer merely an entity; even the definition of the universe no longer applied to him. Countless fragments of parallel universes converged into a vast vortex of energy under his control. The entire void seemed to collapse and regenerate in the blink of an eye.

The boundaries of the universe blurred, and Feng Jing felt himself trapped in an indescribable darkness. This darkness wasn't fear, but a sense of boundless freedom—no rules, no boundaries, even time and space no longer existed. His consciousness drifted like an uncertain dream, all his thoughts and emotions woven into an inexplicable web.

"Is this... another dimension?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to take shape, not in human form, but in the form of a power that transcended all living things. He saw himself transformed into a crystal that shimmered with a strange light, and the surrounding void continuously distorted, as if the very existence of this crystal caused the entire universe to vibrate.

At this moment, countless bizarre images appeared in Feng Jing's vision. They seemed like fragments of time, perhaps depicting "him" he had never experienced before, or perhaps stories from another universe. Each image was filled with infinite possibilities and bizarre stories.

Among them was a Feng Jing, who stood among the shadows of countless "Feng Jings", looking down at the fragments of countless parallel universes like a god, his eyes emitting light, each ray of light could destroy a universe and rebuild a world; another Feng Jing turned into an extremely huge cosmic octopus, with tentacles like endless stars, sweeping across the entire galaxy, swallowing planets and civilizations together; and another Feng Jing was surrounded by a strange liquid substance, as if dissolved in a mysterious ocean, communicating with every corner of the universe, absorbing all the energy and thoughts in the universe.

Each Feng Jing is like another version of himself, a thousand different Feng Jings, making different decisions and bearing different destinies in different time and space. Feng Jing realizes that these aren't reflections of his past, but reflections of countless possibilities for the future. Each Feng Jing fulfills his own independent mission, some destroying, some creating, and some even completely breaking free from the constraints of the physical world, becoming pure consciousness and transcending the shackles of time.

However, this bizarre illusion did not cease. Suddenly, Feng Jing saw a huge door appear before him. Behind the door was a completely different world. This world completely ignored the laws of physics, and all kinds of seemingly impossible things happened here. Feng Jing could sense that behind the door, there was an even more outrageous secret - a dimension that he could not understand.

"Do you think you can break free from all constraints?" the mysterious voice sounded again, a hint of a sneer in its voice. "Everything you do is merely setting new limits for this universe. Not only can you not escape your fate, you can't even comprehend the concept of 'escape'. You are the creator of all this, but you are also its prisoner."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, and his body began to become transparent, gradually disappearing into the void. He was no longer an individual, but a silent speck of dust in the universe, floating in the endless void. He knew that this was not disappearance, but entering a whole new level.

He was sucked through the door, entering a completely new, alternate dimension. In this space, there were no fixed rules. The flow of time and space became chaotic, and Feng Jing felt himself constantly exploding, reborn, merging, and splitting, as if tumbling in an eternal vortex of space and time. He even began to wonder if this was just another limit to his consciousness, or if his existence had detached from all known dimensions and become part of "the Self."

This alternate dimension seemed formless and devoid of content, but Feng Jing knew that every thought and emotion he had was reconstructing a new universe within it. Past destinies, past choices, were now transformed into matter he could manipulate at will. Feng Jing even began experimenting with creating new life within it, overturning the original structure of the universe and allowing these new beings to experience a sense of existence they had never experienced before.

One of his lifeforms suddenly emerged from the void, expanding like a point of light, forming a small galaxy. Within this galaxy, Feng Jing projected his consciousness as a guide for these lifeforms, attempting to allow them to perceive a higher dimension of existence. However, these lifeforms existed only within Feng Jing's consciousness; they lacked true self-awareness; they were merely copies within Feng Jing's mind.

"These life forms, ultimately, cannot escape their bonds," Feng Jing muttered to himself, a deep sense of loss filling his heart. Even if he could create countless universes, countless life forms, these life forms would still be unable to transcend the framework he set, unable to escape the rules he defined. Feng Jing realized that he himself could not truly escape these rules. Even if the universes he created grew larger and more bizarre, they would eventually return to their original state.

Just as Feng Jing was lost in deep confusion, a dazzling light suddenly emanated from the alternate dimension. Within it, Feng Jing saw a force far beyond his imagination sweeping toward him. This force did not originate from any material world, but rather a form that had never existed before. Its existence seemed to connect to the root of all dimensions, shattering all of Feng Jing's fantasies and constructions.

"Do you think you can transcend all this?" The voice sounded again, becoming ethereal and distant. "You are but a microcosm of the entire universe, the embodiment of fate, a destiny you cannot escape."

Feng Jing's body began to tremble. He felt an unprecedented force engulfing him, as if all existence were collapsing at that moment, and all creation and destruction turned to foam. Under the impact of this force, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly returned to an ancient, untouched dimension - a dimension without time, without space, only eternal stillness.

"Is this the end, or rebirth?" Feng Jing asked.

However, the end and rebirth of the universe could never answer his questions.

Chapter 811: Cracks in Consciousness and the Endless Flood of Void