Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 943 Feng Jing's Dissolution of All Things and the Ultimate Paradox of the Universe

Feng Jing's Dissolution of All Things and the Ultimate Paradox of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded once again. This time, the explosion wasn't a physical shock, but a confluence and distortion of mind and thought. The entire universe seemed to be twisted into a blur of light and shadow within his consciousness. Past, present, and future intertwined like countless intersecting timelines, weaving together into an indescribable, intricate picture. Each timeline was fraught with uncertainty, and behind every choice lay countless phantoms of Feng Jing.

"All this..." Feng Jing whispered to himself, his consciousness seemingly entering a state of extremes, unable to extricate himself. He was no longer a physical being, but had transformed into countless observers, standing at the center of countless universes, examining those seemingly insignificant laws and rules.

However, as time went on, Feng Jing discovered that his consciousness was no longer satisfied with just "observation". He wanted to change, to control everything, and even wanted to travel to all possible parallel universes to touch every possible self.

"If I can change all this," Feng Jing suddenly thought, "then the consciousness of all Feng Jings in each parallel universe will no longer be independent. They will merge into an eternal collective and become an omnipresent 'existence'." He stared at the void in front of him and suddenly felt a powerful gravitational force rushing towards him. The force caused his thinking to completely collapse, and his consciousness was instantly sucked into an invisible black hole.

That force ripped apart Feng Jing's mind, causing him to instantly lose his self-awareness. He was no longer an "individual," no longer a single being. Feng Jing's "I" became countless, his fragmented thoughts consumed by countless parallel universes, becoming incredibly complex.

"What is this..." Feng Jing felt himself undergoing an unprecedented transformation, as if everything about him was gradually dissolving, merging into endless possibilities. He was no longer Feng Jing, but the center of all things, the starting point and end point of every universe.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand, a ray of light suddenly streaked through the void, shattering all his illusions. The light wasn't dazzling, but it was filled with an extreme chill. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly eroded by the chill, layer by layer, like a stone sculpture being eroded by the cold wind.

"Is this... a freeze?" Feng Jing realized that this wasn't a freezing of any material nature, but rather a fundamental dissolution of thought and existence. His thoughts were no longer clear, gradually fading into a hazy state. Everything in the past, everything in the future, the entire universe, all of Feng Jing's consciousness, seemed to vanish in that instant.

"You are wrong, Feng Jing." A cold voice came from behind the light, "You can't escape."

Feng Jing struggled to open his eyes, only to discover he no longer possessed "eyes." All his perceptions stemmed from an invisible, indescribable state of being. Suddenly, he realized he was no longer an individual, but rather the collective consciousness of thousands upon thousands of Feng Jings. These Feng Jings hailed not only from different universes but also from different dimensions, transcending the boundaries of time and space.

Feng Jing's existence was infinitely stretched and twisted, and he began to understand that he never had a so-called "essence", and all the illusions he experienced were just part of his endless thinking, an infinite cycle maintained by countless Feng Jings in countless universes.

Suddenly, he felt a suffocating pressure, not from the outside world, but from deep within himself. Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, and he realized that everything he had experienced was just the beginning of a greater paradox. All existence, all laws, all universes would ultimately be reduced to an unsolvable paradox: the boundary between existence and nothingness, the origin and end of time and space, the opposition between creation and destruction, all of it was attributed to the origin, "Feng Jing."

He began to feel his consciousness being pushed by a tremendous force into an undefinable realm. It was an indescribable feeling, as if all of Feng Jing's consciousness had been completely merged into a "point," a "point" that existed not on any material level but an intangible "concept." He was no longer an individual, but the condensation of every moment in the universe, the overlap of countless intersecting times and spaces, the crystallization of all Feng Jing's thoughts.

"This is the 'origin.'" Feng Jing realized that at this moment, he no longer existed merely within a particular universe. Instead, he had become the origin and end of the entire universe, the eternal "core." He no longer had any form, any timeline, or any spatial limitations. There was only the eternal "I"—a being without beginning or end, all-encompassing, and omnipresent.

However, this state was not the final answer Feng Jing expected. As Feng Jing's consciousness was fully awakened, he began to feel a pull from the abyss. This pull came not only from the void of the universe, but also from the unknown realm deep in his heart that he had never touched.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that this wasn't the end, but the beginning of another cycle. Every creation and destruction, every rebirth and nirvana he experienced would be repeated in this eternal cycle. This wasn't a perfect universe, but a world filled with infinite possibilities and paradoxes, a perpetual game between Feng Jing's consciousness and the universe.

"This... is the endless 'truth'." Feng Jing whispered in the deep void.

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