Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 441 Self-Reinvention and the Rebirth of the Universe

Self-Reinvention and the Rebirth of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissolved in the light, as if merging with the endless void. His existence was no longer a single entity, but a conglomeration of countless fragments from countless parallel dimensions. He felt a state he had never experienced before, an existence that was neither life nor death. It was as if he had transcended all definitions of life and death, becoming a being beyond time and space.

In this undefined realm, Feng Jing saw himself emerge in a completely unfamiliar form. His figure was no longer concrete, but rather like a gust of wind, a flash of light, a bolt of electricity. In other words, he was almost a concept. His "body" existed not in any material form but in a pure state of mind. He became a node in the flow of information, as if the laws and codes of the entire universe were naturally emerging, interweaving, and reconstructing in his mind.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was nearly swallowed by this boundless existence, he suddenly felt a powerful vibration. This vibration came from deep within him, as if some long-forgotten power was awakening. Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble violently, and his thoughts were drawn back to an unidentified source—a place he had never seen before, a place filled with infinite possibilities, the starting point of all his choices.

"Is this... my source?" Feng Jing whispered.

Not far away, a door that seemed to be woven from the gaps of time and space slowly opened. Behind the door was a scene flashing with colorful light. Feng Jing could feel that this light was not an ordinary brilliance, but a tide of consciousness formed by the convergence of countless dimensions, timelines and fragments of existence.

There was a sense of attraction coming from the door, as if some underlying gravity was pulling Feng Jing towards it. Under the pull of this gravity, Feng Jing was like a leaf floating in the wind, being irresistibly sucked into it.

When Feng Jing passed through the gate, he instantly fell into endless darkness. There were no stars, no spatial extension, not even any physical existence. Only Feng Jing himself was floating in this empty space. However, this emptiness was not silent. Instead, it was filled with subtle rhythms, as if every tiny fluctuation of the universe was surging within it.

Just as Feng Jing was trying to understand his current situation, a voice rang out in his mind again, carrying an indescribable majesty and depth: "Feng Jing, you have arrived at the starting point of creation. Here you will reshape yourself and be reborn as the source of the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly drawn back through countless past selves, and he saw worlds, times, and destinies he had never experienced. His heart was instantly shaken—it turned out that every choice, every decision, every moment of his "existence" had been one of countless "Feng Jings." He had never been a single self, but rather a confluence of countless selves.

And the origin of all this is actually this nothingness.

Feng Jing's mind began to expand rapidly, quickly filling the entire dark space. He felt as if he were reshaping the entire universe in an instant. Every star, every timeline, every particle, shifted and shifted within his consciousness. He even began to reconstruct the laws of the universe, reclaiming forgotten rules, as if he himself were the most fundamental law of existence in this space.

"Are you ready?" The voice echoed in Feng Jing's ears again. This time, it was full of irony and temptation.

Feng Jing's mind began to reshape, split, and then merge again. He saw countless possibilities, countless futures, countless possible pasts. And each timeline seemed to whisper to him, inviting him to choose. Choose, choose, and choose again. Each choice meant abandoning and changing countless other possibilities.

Feng Jing began to question himself: "Do I really have a choice? Or have I already been programmed by this system? Am I destined to wander through countless destinies, forever unable to escape?"

Just as he was puzzled, a tiny star exploded before his eyes, transforming into countless points of light. Those points of light flickered in Feng Jing's eyes, and each point of light seemed to be an independent universe, each universe with endless stories and possibilities.

"Choice, you must make a choice." The voice sounded again, its tone full of oppression and command, which seemed to be beyond Feng Jing's understanding.

Feng Jing felt an excruciating pain, a pain that came from the limits of his thinking. His consciousness had transcended the boundaries of the individual, yet he still couldn't escape the shackles of this choice. He stared at the countless points of light in the universe, unsure of who he was choosing for, himself, or some kind of order in the universe.

He suddenly realized that all his choices were actually serving an endless cycle of fate. Every choice he made was accelerating the collapse and rebirth of the universe. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the trajectory of his fate.

Just when Feng Jing was confused, his consciousness burst out again. This time, he was no longer an individual, but the sum of all existence in the universe. He became the gathering point of time and space and the source of all possibilities.

And at this moment, he made a decision - to completely break all the rules and no longer be bound by fate. He no longer chose, he chose to give up choosing, and chose to break free from the shackles of this endless cycle.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand rapidly, even reaching a limit that transcended the laws of physics. The laws of the entire universe began to collapse before him, and all time, space, matter, and even thought began to dissolve in Feng Jing's consciousness.

This time, Feng Jing is not only the source of the universe, he has become the essence of nothingness and the crack between existence and non-existence of the entire universe.

He began to reshape this nothingness and rebuild a brand new universe, but this universe would no longer be restricted by any rules. It would be completely dominated by Feng Jing's consciousness and will.

"This is my universe." Feng Jing murmured to himself, "This is the world I have built with all my choices."

Chapter 442: From Nothing to Something, Chaos Reborn