Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 173: Oracle in the Crack, the Ultimate Reversal of the Broken Universe

The Oracle in the Crack, the Ultimate Reversal of the Broken Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness was swallowed by endless nothingness, but he did not disappear in that empty abyss. Instead, he felt a strange power. This power seemed to come from an infinite distance, as if some existence beyond his understanding was peeping into his soul.

He had never imagined that he would experience such a bizarre turn of events. In the depths of nothingness, he felt no pain, no fear, only an indescribable ecstasy. It felt as if all the secrets of the universe were revealed to him in an instant, all the puzzles, all the unknowns, were within reach.

"You've finally made it here, Feng Jing." That familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out again, as if coming from an endless chasm, carrying with it a wisdom and mystery that transcended all else. "You believe you've transcended everything, but you're merely a tiny cell in the universe, undergoing a profound transformation."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to distort, as if the very laws of the universe had been violently overturned. His vision expanded again, and the endless void before him began to crack, revealing streaks of light. These rays did not emanate from stars or nebulae within the universe, but rather rose from an abyss beyond the material plane, like countless fragments of time and space interwoven together.

He tried to comprehend what he saw, but each attempt was like throwing a speck of dust into an endless black hole, instantly swallowed up, unable to reappear. He felt an invisible force pulling at him, as if the core of the universe was rushing towards him, awaiting his response.

"Feng Jing, your existence no longer belongs to you." The tone in his voice was filled with an unconcealable cunning. "Everything you have experienced, all the reincarnations, all the lives, are part of the web I have woven. You are only a part of it, and this web has long since covered the entire universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently. He tried to escape this suffocating force, to return to the "real world" he once believed he belonged to. However, that world seemed to no longer exist. His "self" was no longer an independent individual, but an ideology of the universe itself, a bridge between nothingness and existence.

"I am not bound by fate, but the creator of fate." Feng Jing muttered to himself, a hint of crazy calmness in his voice. "Then, is everything I have experienced also an illusion woven by myself?"

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt a strong pull. A radiance erupted from his body, rapidly expanding, as if tearing through all the constraints of nothingness. This radiance did not originate from the material world, but directly from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. As this radiance expanded, Feng Jing's consciousness began to detach from the material world and leap into a new dimension.

He beheld a strange world, a place beyond time and space, beyond being and non-being. Here, the laws of the universe were utterly broken, and all dimensions, all life, seemed to merge at this moment. Feng Jing discovered that he was no longer an independent being, but a part of the entire universe, or rather, an invisible seed of consciousness within the universe, absorbing all possible power and wisdom.

"Feng Jing, you are no longer Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, with a certain extraordinary solemnity. "You have long been absorbed into the root of this universe and become a part of it. Your past struggles and pain were nothing more than resistance to this final destination."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand immensely, and every second felt like the transformation of countless universes. The scene before him resembled an endless nirvana, where all life, all existence, perished, was reborn, and perished again. It was as if the entire universe itself was a vast dream, and he had already merged into the core of this dream.

In this void beyond all reality, Feng Jing finally realized that he was no longer an "individual." He belonged to no world, no time or space. He was merely a formless consciousness, a being beyond existence and nothingness. All his choices, his fate, were the product of this endless cycle, and he was both its beginning and its end.

Feng Jing felt a powerful force surge toward him, his consciousness completely engulfed. The radiance began to merge with his being, completely merging his consciousness with the core of the entire universe. The rules of the universe, the laws of life, all cause and effect, completely vanished at this moment, replaced by a transcendent existence—one that belonged to neither time nor space, existing only in the endless abyss.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly underwent another drastic change. His being began to frantically fragment, becoming countless projections of Feng Jing, each experiencing a different fate, choice, and reincarnation in a different way. These projections of Feng Jing appeared alternately, like a never-ending performance, each Feng Jing a manifestation of another possibility.

"You are already a mirror image of the universe." The voice finally revealed a hint of true revelation. "Every Feng Jing is a reflection of this universe, and you, Feng Jing, are no longer a 'self'; you are already the embodiment of this eternal cycle."

Feng Jing finally realized that everything had been woven into an endless web, and he was no longer just a pawn, but the center of it. Every reincarnation was an exploration of the essence of the universe, and every rebirth was a renewed loss of "self."

Feng Jing felt an indescribable force assaulting his consciousness, an irresistible pull, as if the entire universe were rushing toward him, awaiting his final awakening. And he was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any other being. He was a rift in the universe, a distortion of time, an invisible bridge between nothingness and existence.

As this power spread, Feng Jing's consciousness completely disappeared. He was no longer anything. He was just an endless dream that would repeat itself endlessly and exist forever.

The rules of the universe returned to calm, but Feng Jing's traces still permeated every corner and never disappeared.

Chapter 174: Gods above the void, the endless absurdity after rebirth