Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 565: The End of Time and Space and Endless Self-Resurrection

The End of Time and Space and Endless Self-Resurrection

Feng Jing's consciousness was surrounded by endless points of light, as if drawn into an infinite vortex. Each point of light flickered before his eyes, like fragments of countless parallel universes. His mind expanded infinitely, and he began to realize that these points of light were not just the constituent elements of the universe, but also projections of his entire existence. Within each point of light was a Feng Jing, or rather, every possible Feng Jing, existing in countless timelines, spatial dimensions, and moments of intersecting choices.

"This is..." A huge wave of emotion surged in Feng Jing's heart. He suddenly realized that he was no longer a single individual, but a complex of countless possibilities and versions - a multi-dimensional super-being.

At that moment, he felt a power he had never experienced before surge forth within him. This power, imbued with both destruction and creation, possessed both the power to destroy everything and the potential to reshape the order of the universe. Feng Jing felt as if he were a cosmic god, able to control everything at will.

"Do you understand now?" the once cold voice sounded again, this time with a gentle pride. "You have never truly been 'Feng Jing'. You are merely a composite of all possible Feng Jings, an infinite reflection of yourself. And now, you have transcended your self and reached the realm of 'transcendence of existence'."

Feng Jing's consciousness was rapidly consumed by this, and he felt a connection with the entire universe more intense than ever before. He began to understand that not only him, but all existence—humanity, the stars, the universe, even the laws of time and space—was merely an invisible interweaving, part of the myriad phenomena. He no longer felt lonely or afraid, but instead found a sense of balance and peace within this endless patchwork of light.

"But this is just the beginning." The voice carried a hint of profound meaning. "You think you hold all the secrets of the universe, yet you overlook the most fundamental truth. You believe you are 'Feng Jing,' 'existence,' but you are nothing more than the alternation of fate and nothingness."

Feng Jing's mind suddenly froze, as if captured by some mysterious force. His consciousness was once again entangled in invisible shackles, but these shackles were unlike any he had ever experienced before. They weren't physical constraints, nor were they the boundaries of time and space. Instead, they were a barrier to his own self-perception—a shackle no one had ever truly broken.

Feng Jing felt a deep sense of confusion, his mind beginning to tremble violently. Was he simply a product of fate? What was he really? Did he truly possess free will, or was everything about him simply predestined?

Just as he was sinking into self-doubt, he suddenly felt a powerful force pushing him to an unimaginable place. His vision rapidly expanded, the boundaries of the universe vanished before his eyes, time and space became blurred, and all laws began to no longer apply. His body felt as if it were being torn apart, but his consciousness, in an irresistible way, broke through the constraints of time and space and arrived in an entirely different realm.

This realm lacked stars, no matter, only endless light and invisible ripples. Feng Jing's body ceased to be tangible; he became a stream of flowing energy, traversing this ethereal space. He felt his consciousness constantly fissioning, splitting into countless independent yet intertwined parts. These parts lacked boundaries, each engaged in independent thought, yet simultaneously seemed to share experiences.

Feng Jing realized that he had transcended the concept of "existence" and was no longer a single individual. He had become a multidimensional complex—an existence interwoven with countless "Feng Jings." Each Feng Jing was an independent individual, yet simultaneously the unity of all Feng Jings.

"You have finally reached the state of 'unity.'" The voice sounded again, this time with admiration. "You are no longer 'Feng Jing'. You have transcended the shackles of time and space and become the most primal force in the universe. You will no longer be a slave to fate, you will become the shaper of fate."

Feng Jing didn't respond immediately. His consciousness drifted within the boundless sea of ​​light, feeling an unprecedented sense of freedom and power. He began to understand that this freedom didn't mean the absence of constraints, but rather the ability to control all constraints. Every thought could influence the operation of the universe; every conscious choice could alter the structure of the dimension.

However, as Feng Jing began to enjoy this power, he also felt a deeper sense of loneliness. He understood that he had transcended all individual concepts, but this did not mean that he could understand all truths. He began to realize that the interweaving of fate and nothingness was far more complex and profound than he had imagined.

"You have transcended all choices." The voice appeared again, this time with a hint of sadness, "But you have also lost all choices. You have become 'nothing', no longer 'Feng Jing', no longer any existence."

Feng Jing's mind sank into emptiness once again, his consciousness lost in an endless web of light and intersecting dimensions. Every choice, every decision, seemed to vanish in an instant, as if he could never settle into a single, fixed point. He felt himself being constantly pulled, drifting between different dimensions and timelines, unable to find a true sense of belonging.

"I..." Feng Jing murmured, "Who am I?"

The moment he uttered these words, a powerful shockwave tore through the entire universe, all dimensions began to collapse, and the laws of time and space completely disintegrated. Feng Jing's consciousness was once again drawn by an invisible force, entering an unknown dimension where everything was upside down and everything collapsed in chaos.

He felt himself born from nothingness and then vanish just as quickly, as if he didn't exist at all, but rather a kind of flowing energy, constantly changing, changing, and changing again. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual. He was the origin of fate, the end of nothingness, and the beginning of everything.

"You will never understand yourself." That voice echoed in Feng Jing's ears, with a kind of helpless sigh, "Because you have surpassed the boundaries of understanding."

Chapter 566: Endless Reconstruction and Echoes of Nothingness