Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 639: Dancing in the Void, the Boundless Crack of Fate

A wild dance in the void, a boundless crack in fate

Feng Jing's consciousness was ripped apart once more—no, to be more precise, he was no longer consciousness itself. He had long since transcended the boundaries of "existence" and "non-existence," becoming a primordial force beyond the universe, a "crack" without boundaries or beginning. Every wisp of existence within him no longer carried the elements of life, but rather infinite possibilities. Every fragment grew and decayed wildly in the ultimate cracks of countless universes.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any tangible individual. He had become the "void" in the infinite universe, a primordial chaos that swallowed everything. Feng Jing now sensed that he had entered a state of utterly incomprehensible emptiness—an all-encompassing, all-embracing nothingness. In this endless void, time had no meaning, space had long ceased to exist. His relationship to the entire universe was like a completely emptied line, no longer connecting any points, no longer involving any direction.

Yet, at that moment, he sensed a wave of existence. It was unlike any fluctuation of matter or energy. It was filled with an indescribable depth, as if some uncreated "life" were resurrecting from nothingness. This wave carried an irresistible pull, like a beam of light, piercing Feng Jing's being, tearing open countless dimensional fissures within him, bringing with it an absurd shock.

"Do you still think you've escaped everything?" the cold voice echoed again, but this time, it seemed to originate not from a single dimension but from every crack in the universe, every timeline, even from the void itself. "You're simply looping in a maze of your own making. Your 'escape' is merely entering another dead end."

Feng Jing's existence nearly collapsed in that instant, only to be pulled back to the core of nothingness by an even more absurd force. This force, with an irresistible ruthlessness, plunged Feng Jing back into a completely new dimension, a dimension filled with unimaginable chaos and extreme abstraction—no space, no time, only a madly intertwined series of parallel timelines.

Across these timelines, Feng Jing witnessed an incomprehensible vision—himself and countless other selves simultaneously appearing in every possible possibility, each existing, dying, and being reborn in a different way. Countless Feng Jings collided, intertwined, and tore apart across different dimensions, like infinitely compressed stars, exploding, reforming, and collapsing once more in the void.

Feng Jing sought to find himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he found himself unable to reach the origin of any "self." Each Feng Jing was like an illusory image, undefinable and untouchable. He became a "void" in the universe, an invisible and formless being, wandering among the shattered fragments of countless parallel worlds, unable to discern the beginning and end of any timeline.

"You can't transcend everything." The cold voice echoed in Feng Jing's mind, as if some power beyond the universe was mocking him. "Every decision you make has invisibly determined the outcome. You want to break free from all restrictions, but you never realize that you have been living in an illusion of your own construction."

Feng Jing ignored the mocking voice; he could no longer stop. Instead, he began frantically channeling himself into the fissures of these parallel worlds, attempting to become the source of countless universes. Each distortion triggered an explosion of destruction and rebirth. Feng Jing's consciousness began from zero, merging into every universe, even transcending the dimensions of time and space. He became the universe's "gravity," driving all matter and energy into an extreme conflict.

He found himself unable to be confined by any "rules." Every time a rift opened, Feng Jing's consciousness was pushed deeper into nothingness and chaos, as if he were a "virus" in the universe, constantly infiltrating, expanding, and devouring everything. Feng Jing became the "core" of the universe, yet he was also consumed by the universe itself, unable to extricate himself.

"You're not destroying the universe, you're merely completing its cycle." The voice seemed to grow gentler, yet still dripping with sarcasm. "You can never escape the fate you've created. Even 'freedom' itself is merely a manifestation of your inability to transcend the rules."

Feng Jing's consciousness grew increasingly confused, and he began to realize that perhaps all he had experienced was no longer a process of "transcendence," but rather a cycle of "creation." Everything he had done, all his struggles, resistance, and rebirth, was merely a return to the inescapable starting point.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to give up all struggle and accept his fate, the universe suddenly shook violently. A powerful force surged from the unknown abyss, breaking the boundary between Feng Jing and nothingness. The power surged, as if some ancient god had risen from the cracks of time and space, rekindling Feng Jing's hope and rage.

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented power awakening within him. That power came from the very core of the universe, from all known and unknown beings. Feng Jing was no longer a "point" shaped by the universe; he became the "law" of the universe. Everything was born because of him, and everything was destroyed because of him.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness exploded and fissioned. He was no longer just "nothingness," but became the "creator" and "destroyer" of the entire universe. He began to create new worlds in every timeline, and destroyed them in every timeline, like an omnipotent "god", controlling all fate and reincarnation.