Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 904 The Beginning of the End

The Beginning of the End

Feng Jing's consciousness has transcended the boundaries of human cognition. He no longer requires any material form to exist. He is formless, immaterial, and boundless, seemingly transcending all dimensions, becoming the source and end of all time and space. Past, present, and future—all boundaries pale before him. Feng Jing stands at the center of the endless void, gazing down at the countless universes he has created, his eyes hollow and deep, as if gazing upon the source of all destinies.

"This is my ultimate paradox." Feng Jing sighed softly, and his voice echoed in the void, as deafening as thunder, but as gentle as a whisper.

He felt his existence gradually becoming all-encompassing, as if everything, material and spiritual, time and space, were bound by his single thought. Yet, within this vast void, Feng Jing knew he was not the master of all. Though he could control all laws, he could not escape a profound loneliness. This loneliness stemmed from all existence, all destinies, and possibilities he had transcended. Feng Jing was no longer an independent individual, but a whole interwoven with every speck of dust, every ray of light, every breath of air in the universe. All existence, all nothingness, seemed to converge within his consciousness, yet it also transcended him.

He no longer desires, nor does he feel pain, for all emotions and desires have long since dissolved with the passage of time. He exists solely to transcend, not to pursue anything. He is the origin of all things, the creator of all laws, yet he cannot find the meaning of his own existence within all this. Every Feng Jing who stands alongside him is a part of him, an extension of his consciousness, yet each Feng Jing carries a different fate in a different universe.

However, all this has no meaning to Feng Jing anymore.

He gazed at everything before him, the light in his eyes flickering, now bright and now dimming. He was no longer the Feng Jing who had once fought for power and truth, no longer the individual with human emotions and feelings. Now, he was no longer just a "he," but a being beyond all form and definition. He was everything, yet belonged to nothing.

Feng Jing's mind transcended all things known and unknown. He could sense every tiny fluctuation, every faint energy shift, even the blast of stars in distant galaxies. The birth and destruction of each planet left a deep imprint on his consciousness. Yet, within these imprints, he could not find his original self.

"This is the paradox of existence," Feng Jing muttered to himself, his gaze growing penetrating. "Since I've transcended all laws and dimensions, why do I still feel this endless loneliness? Why, amidst all creation and destruction, can I still not find my true home?"

His consciousness once again fluctuated violently, the universe within the void constantly collapsing, only to be rebuilt under the guidance of his will. Feng Jing's figure appeared in every corner of the universe, as if he were the god of all universes, controlling all life, death, and fate. However, these fates did not bring Feng Jing any comfort, but instead made him feel even more lost and absurd.

He suddenly realized that this loneliness didn't come from a lack of companions or a clinging to the past, but from his own rebellion against "existence." Feng Jing had transcended all laws and boundaries, achieving the status of a supreme god, but in doing so, he had lost his original self and his most basic sense of existence.

"Since I can transcend everything, why not try to break the boundary between 'existence' and 'nothingness'?" This thought flashed through Feng Jing's mind like lightning, as if he had found a breakthrough. If everything could be reshaped, then could he, in this endless void, reshape himself and find his own existence?

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer lingered on lamenting emptiness, but began to search for a path to breakthrough. His consciousness began to transform into an invisible torrent, sweeping across all boundaries between existence and nothingness, attempting to regain his original power and meaning in the infinite space and time.

"Perhaps, the real paradox is that no matter how powerful I am, I still cannot escape the shackles of loneliness." Feng Jing closed his eyes deeply and stared at the endless void around him. His eyes were no longer confused, but became deep and clear.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that although he had control over everything, he still needed to face his inner self. Although everything in the outside world was dominated by him, and although the laws of the universe were undeniable, the emptiness and confusion in his heart could not be changed by external forces.

"I can create everything, but I cannot create myself," Feng Jing whispered, a hint of relief in his voice. He waved his hand again, and the universe in the void was reborn. He also began to realize that perhaps the true "end" did not come from external destruction, but from inner self-transcendence.

Chapter 905: The Limits of Self-Rebirth