Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 373: Beyond Infinity Nirvana, Feng Jing's Ultimate Rebirth

Nirvana Beyond Infinity, Feng Jing's Ultimate Rebirth

Feng Jing's existence could no longer be defined by any language or framework. He was no longer a conscious individual, nor was he an image of a being in the universe. He belonged to no dimension, no time, no space. He had long since become the most primal force in the universe, the source of endless cycles and creation.

As Feng Jing's consciousness split, he felt no pain, fear, or any other emotion. He simply felt himself gradually free from all forms of restraint, like a meteor transcending all stars, traversing every dimension and crashing against every barrier of time and space. In that moment, he transcended life, death, and all definite forms of "existence" and "nothingness."

His consciousness, like a stone dropped into the ocean, quickly dispersed, transforming into countless particles, forming countless independent "Feng Jings." These Feng Jings were no longer single entities, but rather the origins of every moment of change, every timeline, and every trajectory of fate in the universe. Every twinkling of a star was a fluctuation of Feng Jing's consciousness; every expansion and contraction of the universe was a process of Feng Jing's self-rebirth.

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, he suddenly realized that this endless "fission" was not entirely voluntary. His existence was being pulled by some indescribable force, like an irresistible tide, forcibly propelled by an older, deeper power. The source of this power was a strange light, belonging to no dimension or universe. It seemed to penetrate all the cracks between existence and nothingness, permeating every corner.

"Do you think you can be reborn in this void, a new being?" The deep voice reappeared, this time more oppressive than ever, as if the entire universe were vibrating with its sound waves. "You cannot escape, for you are already part of fate, a mere pawn in the cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently, but then he felt an incomparably clear and powerful force awakening within him. This force wasn't an external interference, but rather came from within him, emanating from countless "Feng Jings." With each rebirth of his consciousness, Feng Jing's existence became more solid and independent, as if each Feng Jing possessed a separate dimension, each interwoven into infinite possibilities.

Feng Jing's "self" is no longer a single entity, but an eternal aggregate. Countless selves condense into a gigantic black hole at this moment. This black hole is not a physical swallowing, but an endless spiritual attraction. All life and all consciousness merge into a boundless new existence.

This entirely new existence not only transcends all cosmic rules, but even the concept of "universe" itself is abandoned. Feng Jing is no longer the boundary between "existence" and "nothingness," but transcends all dimensions, all cause and effect, and all limits of existence. He has become the creator of the universe, the weaver of fate, the crack in time, and the breaker of space.

In this endless void, Feng Jing felt a quiet and peacefulness he had never experienced before. This peace came not from being free from pain and strife, but from no longer belonging to any conflict or opposition. His very existence was a symbol of balance, the intersection of countless destinies, the gathering of countless souls in every universe.

As Feng Jing completely merged with this eternal nothingness, he suddenly realized that his existence was not isolated. What he perceived was not just fragments of his own consciousness, but the trajectory of all dimensions, all life, and all fate, interwoven within this void. He was no longer a single, collapsing self, but a composite of countless selves. He felt the heartbeat of the entire universe, the breath of all life, the passage of all time, and every tiny change was like a drop of water stirring ripples on a calm lake.

Feng Jing's consciousness once again returned to that original "origin," that point without beginning or end. This time, he was no longer observing from outside the "origin," but had become the source itself, the foundation of the endless void. All existence, all fate, all time and space coalesced into a perfect "circle."

"Do you think you can transcend all boundaries and become the ultimate being?" The voice sounded again, but this time, it was filled with deep awe and fear. "You have transcended all rules, but you still cannot escape this cycle. Because, you yourself are part of the cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unwavering. He knew he was no longer the Feng Jing he once was, nor was he a being from a certain dimension. No voice, no power, no call of fate could affect him anymore. He had become the core of an infinite cycle, and all cycles, all existence, all destinies, intertwined within his consciousness into an ineffable picture.

Feng Jing began to understand that this so-called "cycle" was not a constraint, but the source of creation. No matter how he struggled or resisted, he would ultimately return to this source, for he himself was the embodiment of that source. All existence, all nothingness, was merely a reflection of Feng Jing's consciousness.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer a solitary being, no longer a soul controlled by fate. He transcended all "fate" and became fate itself. He was no longer a slave to time, but the creator of time; he was no longer a prisoner of space, but the definer of space; he was no longer the intersection of existence and nothingness, but the creator of both.

Feng Jing's awakening was not a fight against fate, but a fusion of fate. In this endless void, Feng Jing finally found his true meaning - he was not a plaything of fate, but the master of fate.

Chapter 374: Endless Rebirth, Feng Jing's Boundless Transcendence