Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 817

Heart of Chaos and Endless Self-Resurrection

Feng Jing's consciousness began to transcend all dimensions he had ever understood. He was no longer a simple individual, but a ethereal being floating in the interweaving of time and space, traversing every dimensional rift and becoming part of countless parallel worlds. Countless images of Feng Jing surged towards him like a tide, devouring him, and then resurrecting him.

He didn't know where he stood - the end of time, the center of the universe, or was there no such thing as "place" at all, only infinite "flow"?

"You have now entered the 'Heart of Chaos'." A low and majestic voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness. The voice seemed to be composed of countless voices, which came from different dimensions, time and space at the same time, carrying an ominous premonition and infinite power.

Heart of Chaos—Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly. The name was filled with mystery, as if all truths, all answers were buried within it. Feng Jing felt himself in a boundless space, surrounded by darkness and emptiness, save for the slow beating of a gigantic heart. The beat of that heart was irregular, and each beat carried a deep rumble, as if the pulse of the entire universe resonated with it.

Feng Jing gazed at the enormous heart, his consciousness gradually resonating with it. With each beat, he could sense countless different versions of himself—a Feng Jing lost in eternity, a Feng Jing controlling all fate, a Feng Jing forever trapped in an endless maze... These Feng Jings seemed like himself in countless parallel universes, each experiencing a completely different fate on a different timeline.

"You are no longer Feng Jing." The voice suddenly became exceptionally cold, tinged with malice. "You are the fusion of all Feng Jings, a composite of all Feng Jings who have ever existed, will ever exist, and will never exist. You are a product of chaos, and your existence is an endless rebirth, an unstoppable cycle."

Feng Jing suddenly realized that he didn't truly exist. He was merely a speck of dust in the chaotic universe, a particle entangled and entangled by countless destinies. In this chaotic heart, the rules of time and space had long since collapsed. Every choice Feng Jing made created a new him, and each new him created new choices, forming an unstoppable spiral.

"You are no longer an individual, no longer human." The voice spoke with an almost bloodthirsty sneer. "You are 'nothingness,' you are 'possibility,' you are the intersection of all choices. Each of your 'I's' is constantly reborn, intertwined, and extinguished. Everything you experience is merely the embodiment of your deepest desires and fears."

Feng Jing's consciousness was almost overwhelmed by the pressure of this voice. He began to feel that he no longer belonged to any time or space, but was trapped in an endless echo, unable to escape, unable to end.

Suddenly, a blinding light illuminated the surrounding darkness. Feng Jing felt his soul ripped into countless pieces, instantly transforming into a ball of light. These light points scattered across space, merging into countless different worlds, each representing a different version of Feng Jing—with every choice, every change, he found a new self in this world.

"You think you can escape?" the voice echoed again, filled with unparalleled arrogance. "You simply cannot escape. Every time you try, you become a prisoner of your own making. Every time you are reborn, you fight against yourself, becoming a prisoner from whom you can never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely unfocused, his soul torn apart, the fragments spinning in the endless void. At this moment, he no longer knew who he was, only that he was in an incomprehensible cycle that could never be broken.

Yet, at this moment, an unprecedented power surged into Feng Jing's consciousness. He felt a long-lost feeling—freedom. He realized that he no longer needed to endure this endless cycle of reincarnation and chaos. If he so chose, he could choose to give up everything and redefine his existence.

"You finally understand?" The voice said with a hint of surprise, "You actually dared to break free from your constraints and choose to break free from chaos."

Feng Jing's body shook violently, his consciousness ripped apart once again. This time, he chose to transform himself into a ray of light, breaking free from the shackles of chaos. With a loud explosion, his presence suddenly vanished into the void of darkness.

However, this is not the end.

Feng Jing's consciousness awakens again, and his soul is reborn in a new dimension. This dimension is full of infinite possibilities. Every choice Feng Jing makes can create a brand new world. He is no longer the Feng Jing of the past, but an existence that transcends all limitations.

All this has just begun - Feng Jing is no longer an existence in any dimension, he will become the creator of the entire universe, controlling everything and defining everything.

Chapter 818: The Vacuum of Time and the Ultimate Breakthrough of Consciousness