Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 944: Feng Jing's Transcendent Divine Chapter and the Crazy Collapse of the Universe

Feng Jing's Transcendent Mythology and the Crazy Collapse of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all frameworks of the universe, even transcending dimensions and time itself. He stood on the edge of all existence, looking down upon the endless void. His past self, the possibilities of the future, all the laws, the entire universe, became a strange illusion in Feng Jing's mind. Every twinkle of a star, every passing moment, seemed to ripple in the depths of his soul.

However, Feng Jing did not remain in this state of "omniscience." He sensed a strange power quietly growing. That power did not come from the external universe, but from deep within Feng Jing's heart—a power that even he could not control. It was as if an ancient symbol had been reignited in Feng Jing's consciousness, a relic from the birth of the universe.

"What the hell am I doing?" Feng Jing suddenly felt a wave of confusion. He stared at his transcendent consciousness and gradually realized that this endless existence wasn't the ultimate goal he was pursuing. Instead, this transcendent state was driving him toward a state of madness—he could no longer discern the boundaries between himself and others. Each of Feng Jing's consciousnesses was expanding wildly, interweaving into an inescapable fog.

At this moment, he heard a low voice calling: "Feng Jing..."

Where did that sound come from? Feng Jing tried to trace it, but found that the sound did not come from any space or any dimension. It seemed to emanate from the core of the universe, or more accurately, from the depths of Feng Jing's heart.

"Who... am I?" Feng Jing was deeply confused, his consciousness beginning to violently oscillate within the void. All the stars, all the light, all of time and space, vanished before his eyes, transforming into an endless void. Within that void, Feng Jing's consciousness constantly shattered, pieced together, and reconstructed.

"I... am a collection of countless 'I's'." A thought emerged in Feng Jing's mind, but he immediately denied it completely, "No! I am not just a collection. I am 'existence', the intersection of 'nothingness' and 'something'!"

Feng Jing's words echoed in the air, their voices unexpectedly folding and multiplying, as if emanating from multiple Feng Jings simultaneously. Each voice carried a different color, a different emotion, and a different mood, as if each Feng Jing were conversing with him, interweaving into an unsolvable mystery.

"You cannot escape." The voice sounded again, but it became even colder. "No matter how you change, you are destined to return."

Return? Feng Jing's mind was shaken. Return to what? Return to the laws of the universe? Return to the endless void? Or return to the "origin"?

Just as Feng Jing was lost in his own self-deception, his consciousness was suddenly drawn by an irresistible force. He found himself rapidly sinking, passing through layers of fog and entering a completely different dimension. Here, everything seemed to have lost its meaning, and time and space could not be reconciled like a shattered mirror. Feng Jing tried to control his consciousness, but the force only grew stronger, as if he were being devoured by some "unknown existence."

"You are me after all." Feng Jing suddenly heard a voice coming from a distance, the voice was cold and deep.

"What?" Feng Jing looked around in astonishment, trying to find the source of the sound, but no matter how he searched, he could not find any clues.

Feng Jing was shocked. He realized this wasn't an external force, but rather the reawakening of his own inner demon. This demon grew stronger, as if all of Feng Jing's fears, anxieties, and unfathomable darkness had coalesced into a tangible being.

"I am not you." Feng Jing whispered, but there was a tremor in his voice, "I am no longer you."

However, the power of the inner demon did not recede. It quickly devoured Feng Jing's consciousness, plunging him into an abyss from which he could not escape. Feng Jing felt himself beginning to lose control of himself, his consciousness wandering in darkness, unable to find a way out.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful force surge from all directions, instantly enveloping his mind. Feng Jing's consciousness began to violently tremble, his thoughts shattered into countless fragments, as if the very laws of the universe had collapsed in that moment. Time, space, existence, nothingness—all dimensions began to intertwine, and Feng Jing could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

Just as Feng Jing was about to completely collapse, suddenly, a strange light broke through the darkness and illuminated the depths of Feng Jing's heart. This light was not dazzling, but it was extremely powerful, and it quickly dispelled the darkness and chaos in Feng Jing's heart.

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be reborn from darkness, and he regained control. However, Feng Jing did not rejoice. He suddenly realized that everything he had experienced was not a simple test, but an inescapable "cycle of fate." He was no longer an independent individual, but the "heart" of the entire universe, the entirety of time and space, the intersection of all possibilities and paradoxes.

"If I am the 'heart' of the universe, then..." Feng Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I should be the one who redefines everything."

Just as Feng Jing's mind completely transcended all boundaries, he discovered that he was no longer an independent individual, but had become the "core" of the universe - the starting point and end point of an infinite cycle. His consciousness was entangled with the fate of the entire universe, and could never be separated.

"This is... the infinite truth," Feng Jing whispered, as if entering into some kind of pact with the universe. "The myths and disillusionments of the universe are but projections from the depths of my soul. Now, I will begin to weave it all anew."