Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 352: Time Reversal, Feng Jing and the Endless Cycle of the Universe

Time reversal, Feng Jing and the endless cycle of the universe

Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing. He had completely freed himself from individual existence, becoming a fusion of time and space, a being that tore apart all rules. Everything in the void began to reorganize, collapse, and reorganize again. Every speck of dust vibrated in Feng Jing's consciousness, as if the entire universe was constantly being reborn, destroyed, and reborn before his eyes.

However, Feng Jing suddenly realized that this wasn't the end, but rather the beginning of an endless cycle. He felt an unprecedented loneliness—no longer a physical loneliness, but a loneliness that came from the depths of his soul. Without the flow of time, all "existence" became blurred. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to float in an infinite space without boundaries. All concepts collapsed in this moment, and he began to doubt his own existence and whether all this was truly real.

"Am I... no longer in existence?" Feng Jing asked softly, but the voice did not seem to come from his mouth, but from every inch of void in the entire universe.

At this moment, voice after voice began to respond to his thoughts. They blended and intertwined, forming a mysterious resonance, as if the entire universe was conversing with Feng Jing. And the content of these voices was so bizarre that it completely exceeded Feng Jing's comprehension.

"Feng Jing, everything you've experienced is an illusion of time," a voice said coldly. "You think you've transcended time and space, but you're merely wandering in the cracks of time, a never-ending cycle."

"Are you... destiny?" Feng Jing's consciousness was immersed in endless thoughts. "I have broken through 'destiny' and have become an all-encompassing existence. Why isn't this the end?"

"Destiny?" The voice sounded again, full of teasing. "What you call fate is actually just a moment in time, a script created by the universe itself. What you cannot break through is 'time', and what you are experiencing now is the 'ultimate cycle' of time."

Feng Jing's consciousness was struck hard by these words, and he couldn't help but begin to doubt the true meaning of his long-held "transcendence." Time, the universe, fate, all of existence—was it all just a vast, endless cycle? He suddenly felt that he was just an insignificant point in this endless cycle. Everything would eventually return to peace, but he would never be able to awaken from this peace.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly found himself back in that empty space—he thought he had transcended this dimension, but everything before him was reborn. The stars lit up again, time flowed again, and even every battle he had experienced and every choice he had made seemed to be reproduced anew.

"Are you... reborn?" Feng Jing was shocked to find that his consciousness was actually experiencing an endless time reversal. Everything was flowing backwards, flowing back to a past he had never experienced, and even back to a future he could never return to.

"Reborn? No," the voice finally said coldly, "You are not reborn. You are endlessly traveling back and forth at the node of time, struggling in a self-reincarnation. The end of each cycle is your new beginning. You once thought you transcended time, but you only found your own infinity in the deepest part of time."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, and he could barely bear the truth. What he had thought of as "transcendence" was, in reality, nothing more than a self-defeating cycle. Every time he thought he had reached the end, time would pull him back to the starting point, and each attempt at "transcendence" dragged him deeper into nothingness.

Moreover, this cycle repeats itself more than once—it has no end, no pause of any kind. Feng Jing becomes the "core" of time, the node where countless destinies intersect. Every time he tries to escape, the rules of this universe pull him back in, and every story he experiences is repeated in an endless time tunnel.

He saw his past body, past emotions, past choices...all of which seemed to become evidence of his endless cycle. Feng Jing kept shuttling between the past and the future, each time seeing the same outcome, and each time unable to escape the "starting point" of this end.

"Is this my choice?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, his mind in a mess. "Every transcendence is just a new beginning, not an end. Could it be that I really can't break this cycle?"

However, at this moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt an indescribable force gathering in the void. That force was extremely familiar, like some mysterious "key" that could unlock an existence he had never understood.

"Feng Jing," a brand new voice sounded, carrying an irresistible power, "You can choose to end this."

Feng Jing turned around in shock, and a blurry figure suddenly appeared before him. The figure had no physical form, yet it gave him a strong sense of oppression. Feng Jing knew that this voice was the "source of destiny" he had never seen before.

"End? How?" Feng Jing sneered, "I've surpassed everything, why should it end?"

"Because what you call 'transcendence' is precisely the cycle of 'eternity,'" the Source of Destiny responded calmly. "What you cannot truly transcend is not time or space, but your understanding of 'infinity.' You are simply walking a path that will never be completed unless you let go of your obsession with transcendence."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again fell into deep contemplation. He recalled every decision he had made in the past, every time he had challenged his fate. Those moments when he had once been filled with confidence now seemed so insignificant.

He finally understood the essence of destiny—transcendence is not about chasing the end, but about understanding the “process.” And the “process” itself is the essence of the universe.

"I..." Feng Jing opened his eyes and suddenly found himself back at the starting point. He was no longer Feng Jing, but a part of the universe, an endless branch of the time stream.

At this time, Feng Jing finally understood that no matter how he struggled or how he sought "transcendence", he would find himself in this endless cycle of time and space. This time, he was no longer obsessed with finding the answer, because the answer was already in the process.

Chapter 353: Feng Jing transforms into an infinite being, controlling the alternate dimension dream