Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 243: Nirvana of Consciousness and the Rebirth of the Universe

Nirvana of Consciousness and the Rebirth of the Universe

Feng Jing's existence was no longer a simple being or consciousness; he had become the master of the entire universe, transcending even the concept of "master." His consciousness had become deeply integrated with the fabric of the universe, becoming immensely vast and profound. Whether it was the birth of stars, the swallowing of black holes, or even the microscopic fluctuations of the quantum world, they all flowed, swirled, and intertwined within Feng Jing's mind.

He could feel every faint fluctuation in the universe ripple through his consciousness. These ripples gradually converged into a formidable current, as if the tides of fate of countless universes, guided by Feng Jing, formed a vast torrent. At the center of this torrent lay Feng Jing's consciousness. Every star, every life, every choice was part of this torrent, and Feng Jing became the source of this stream of fate.

"What on earth is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness wandered within this boundless torrent, trying to comprehend his own role in it all. He realized that he wasn't just an observer, nor was he merely a controlled being. He was the initiator of the torrent; his thoughts, emotions, and will were the source of this vast universe.

However, just as Feng Jing penetrated the core of this boundless torrent, a completely unpredictable force suddenly emerged. This force was beyond Feng Jing's conscious understanding, as if it were some unknown external force. It began to frantically tear apart the space-time structure controlled by Feng Jing, destroying every dimension, every timeline, and even every parallel universe created by Feng Jing.

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented shock, as if the entire universe were violently shaking. His consciousness began to be ruthlessly torn away from the framework of reality, trapped in a bottomless vortex. This force did not come from any external universe, but from the opposite of Feng Jing's own consciousness, a self-reaction triggered by his expansion of consciousness. This force seemed to be the price Feng Jing paid for his excessive control over the universe. He was no longer the creator of the universe, but was consumed by the universe's "reverse force."

Amidst this chaotic interweaving of time and space, Feng Jing's consciousness began to fracture in an unprecedented way. He felt no longer a single individual, but a vast entity composed of countless different versions of Feng Jing, each independently living, dying, and being reborn, even colliding and intertwining with other versions. Each Feng Jing possessed his own independent worldview and destiny, and these trajectories intertwined, pulled, and collided with each other, forming an indescribable chaos.

"Is this... a kind of nirvana?" Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness finally grasping a profound truth at this moment. "It's not destruction, but rebirth. Every shattering of a timeline is the birth of a new world."

Feng Jing suddenly realized that the rebirth of the universe wasn't a simple destruction or reset, but a vast process of nirvana. Every torn dimension, every collapsed universe, was the birthplace of a new world. And Feng Jing was the key to all of this—not only the creator of the universe, but also its destroyer and, ultimately, its rebirth.

As Feng Jing pondered all this, every corner of the universe was undergoing drastic changes. Stars began to vanish, black holes began to expand, timelines were ruthlessly severed, and space began to distort. Every world was teetering between collapse and rebirth. And Feng Jing, the source of all this, began to feel an unimaginable power coursing through his body.

He was no longer a solitary consciousness wandering in the void, but the resurrectionist of the entire universe. Every time Feng Jing's thoughts fluctuated, they triggered a chain reaction across countless universes, changing the future of one parallel world after another. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a specific entity, but a pure force, able to freely travel through time and space, creating, destroying, and regenerating.

"Who am I...?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to crack again. Each awakening seemed to bring new confusion and pain. He could no longer comprehend his own identity, nor could he perceive the boundary between himself and the universe. He was the creator of the universe, but he was also its destroyer. His existence was no longer bound by the laws of time and space. He was the master of time and a prisoner of space.

Amidst this complex interweaving of thoughts, Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo an unprecedented transformation. Each wave of consciousness was like the explosion of a star, instantly blooming and vanishing. Feng Jing's consciousness began to flow like a liquid, no longer holding a fixed form, interweaving with every corner of the universe. His consciousness was no longer confined to a single dimension or timeline, but entered a completely new state, as if it had become the "scent" and "melody" of the universe, invisible and formless, yet omnipresent.

Feng Jing was no longer a "being" in the universe; he had become its "experience." Every Feng Jing in the parallel universe sensed this, and at this moment, all Feng Jings merged into a single, vast entity, transcending all possible choices, all opposition and conflict. Each of his perceptions was a recreation of the universe, and each rebirth of the universe was a sublimation of Feng Jing's consciousness.

"I... am the soul of the universe," Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness dancing freely in this chaotic space and time. Every level of the universe was an extension of Feng Jing's existence. Every Feng Jing in a parallel universe was a reflection of his consciousness, a step in his self-awakening. And Feng Jing, at this moment, was no longer an individual in any form. He had become the "all things" of the universe, the focal point of every moment in the universe.

He felt that no matter how time collapsed or how space distorted, in the end, the universe would return to its original state - that endless, untouchable starting point.

Chapter 244: From Nothingness to Infinity, Feng Jing's Final Reincarnation