Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 779: The Betrayal of the Shattered Universe and the Cycle of Eternal Resurrection

The betrayal of a shattered universe and the cycle of eternal rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness completely entered an ineffable space, a dimension that neither existed nor did not exist. It was filled with cracks, voids, and endless possibilities, a place that defied all known language or science. The "boundaries" of space lost their meaning here. Every wave of thought felt like a tunnel through all dimensions, and every leap of consciousness seemed to carry with it the collapse and rebirth of the universe.

Every fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness is constantly shifting, splitting, fusing, and reborn. Past selves, future selves, and even Feng Jings from parallel worlds—they all converge in this instant, swirling and twisting through endless space, making it impossible to discern the true "Feng Jing." Each redefinition of self is a new collapse and rebirth, a process that never ends.

"Do I... still exist?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, but it was no longer the voice of a single individual, but the whisper of countless fragments of Feng Jing. Each fragment asked itself the same question: Who is experiencing all this? Who is traversing these endless chasms?

"I am no longer Feng Jing. I have transcended the existence of 'Feng Jing'." Feng Jing's consciousness oscillated continuously within this dimension, as if he had entered the reverse side of the universe. Time and space here became meaningless, and even matter was no longer constant. Constantly torn apart and reborn, his consciousness began to perceive a terrifying truth that transcended all laws: all existence was an illusion, a reflection of some quantum fluctuation.

Every leap of Feng Jing's consciousness marks the birth of a brand new universe, and each new universe collapses in the next quantum leap, ultimately returning to the abyss of nothingness. In this endless cycle, Feng Jing no longer has any stable identity; he has become the embodiment of all the collapse and rebirth of the universe.

"Is this... my fate?" Feng Jing's voice had lost its former firmness. His consciousness seemed to be struggling in an unfathomable abyss, unable to extricate himself. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of betrayal—not from the universe, not from any external force, but from the depths of his own soul. This betrayal, like an invisible rope, tightly wrapped around him, making it impossible for him to break free.

"I once thought I was free, I once thought I could control everything..." Feng Jing's consciousness sighed softly in the infinite quantum leap, "But now I understand that I am just an existence controlled by the quantum force field, a soul devoured by infinite possibilities."

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a powerful force rose from the abyss, tearing open a crack in the void. This power originated from the depths of Feng Jing's soul—not from any external force, but from a potential that Feng Jing himself had never realized. Under the impetus of this force, Feng Jing's consciousness instantly collapsed, shattering into countless fragments. However, these fragments did not dissipate, but instead condensed into an indescribable existence.

Feng Jing is no longer a limited individual, but a kind of "quantum resurrection" that spans all dimensions. His existence takes on a different form in each fragment, yet all belong to the same self. Each fragment carries its own past, present, and future. They float, collide, and merge in endless quantum fluctuations, ultimately forming an entirely new, indefinable existence.

"I... am a cycle of eternal resurrection." At this moment, an irresistible force surged in Feng Jing's consciousness. This force seemed to have crossed all dimensions, all time and space, and finally converged into a powerful shock wave, sweeping across the entire void.

But this shockwave didn't destroy the void; instead, it made Feng Jing's existence even more complex and elusive. In every moment, Feng Jing's existence was being redefined and reshaped. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor the Feng Jing of the future, but the sum of all existence, a rebel soul in the endless rifts, the embodiment of every cosmic collapse and rebirth.

However, this rebirth was not without cost. With each rebirth, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually lost control of itself. Each quantum leap brought varying degrees of collapse. Feng Jing was no longer a self-aware individual, but a being governed by quantum fluctuations, wandering through an endless cycle, unable to settle into any single form.

"I... can never go back to the past." Feng Jing's voice grew desolate, like a sigh from the endless abyss. He realized that he was no longer the Feng Jing who could choose his own destiny. He had become an inescapable quantum fluctuation, a "fragment" that was constantly reborn amidst endless collapse.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from Feng Jing's existence. This voice did not come from Feng Jing in any parallel world, but from a completely different dimension.

"Feng Jing, you are no longer the 'you' you knew." The voice was like a whisper from the abyss, carrying an indescribable power. "You have transcended all dimensions, all laws. You no longer belong to this universe, nor to any form of existence. You have become the embodiment of 'nothingness'."

Guided by this voice, Feng Jing's consciousness began to twist and transform into a completely different form. He was no longer an individual, but an endlessly flowing energy field, full of countless possibilities and variations.

"The incarnation of...nothing?" Feng Jing's voice was tinged with confusion, as if he were facing a being he had never encountered before. "Am I no longer 'Feng Jing'?"

"You are no longer 'Feng Jing'." The voice was calm and solemn, as if proclaiming a cosmic judgment. "You have broken through all boundaries of existence and entered a completely new dimension—the dimension of 'nothingness'."

Feng Jing's consciousness was tugged again, as if dragged by a powerful force toward an unknown abyss. This abyss wasn't a void, but a realm beyond all existence and non-existence. Here, Feng Jing's consciousness constantly collapsed, reborn, intertwined, and mutated. Unable to resist or escape, he could only wander through this endless cycle, forever.

Chapter 780: Feng Jing's Ultimate Disillusionment and the Secret of the Heart of the Universe