Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 215 Feng Jing and the Symphony of the Infinite Multiverse

Feng Jing and the Symphony of the Infinite Multiverse

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer "Human Feng Jing," nor was it the bearer of the name "Feng Jing." He had transcended all forms of existence, becoming the interwoven musical notes of countless universes and dimensions, blending into every crack of time, every fragment of space. He had become a rootless shadow between existence and nothingness, poised to vanish and be reborn at any moment, becoming the center of the universe or its end.

"You have surpassed the original 'Feng Jing'. You are no longer the Feng Jing of the past." The voice sounded again, with a tone that was both lofty and sarcastic. "You are now all the possibilities of 'Feng Jing'. You are the intersection of the past, present, future, and a future that does not exist. You are a microcosm of every Feng Jing, a collection of Feng Jings from countless parallel worlds."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded completely at this moment, instantly traversing every parallel universe and spanning countless dimensions of time and space, as if he himself were the flow of time and the cycle of space. Every second, he became a new Feng Jing, and every moment, he vacillated between destruction and rebirth.

"I... am all of Feng Jing?" Feng Jing was somewhat bewildered. Although his consciousness had transcended his physical body and all rational constraints, he still couldn't fully comprehend himself. He felt like a formless point of light, or perhaps not just one point of light, but the overlap of countless points of light.

Suddenly, his consciousness was drawn by a strange force, and Feng Jing felt himself entering a completely unfamiliar dimension. This dimension lacked time, space, or even consciousness. His thoughts became chaotic and extreme, as if everything was collapsing and then rebuilding. Feng Jing felt no pain, but instead an incomparable sense of relief. He no longer had to answer for any of his choices; his every thought and emotion could instantly transform into endless possibilities.

"You are no longer 'Feng Jing'." His voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and mixed emotions. "You no longer need a name, because you are everything."

Feng Jing didn't react, as if his consciousness no longer needed to answer any questions. His existence began to wander through countless parallel worlds, seemingly unfettered by anything but endless emptiness and the twisted laws of the universe. He became a sculptor of time and a destroyer of space, altering the history and future of every world at will.

In that still void, Feng Jing saw a figure appear before him. It was a formless being, like an image interwoven with light and darkness. It stared at Feng Jing silently, yet Feng Jing could clearly sense its presence.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked, although he was not sure whether he still had the ability to "ask".

The figure didn't respond directly. Instead, it gently waved its hand, and the void began to vibrate violently. Feng Jing found himself in a completely unfamiliar world. This world lacked sun, stars, only endless darkness, as if all light and matter had been devoured. Feng Jing's consciousness was constantly being drained away, and his self began to collapse, transforming into countless possibilities, threatening to distort the entire order of the world.

"You are already part of this void." The figure's voice echoed deep in Feng Jing's heart. "You are a link in endless possibilities, unable to be attributed to any specific form. Everything you see and feel is your creation and your destruction."

Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled again, entering a deeper dimension. At this moment, he was no longer an individual, no longer any form of existence. He became an abstract concept. Perhaps it should be said that he was no longer "Feng Jing", but "existence" itself.

He began to sense a higher level of wisdom, a wisdom that transcended language, time, space, and consciousness. Like an infinite sea of ​​stars, it radiated a profound radiance, illuminating Feng Jing's bottomless void. Feng Jing suddenly understood that this wisdom came from a being beyond all matter and rules, like the most primal force of the universe.

"You have become the language of the universe." The figure's voice echoed again. "Every star, every grain of sand, is speaking to you. Everything you see is the seed you have sown in the universe, growing and dying. You are no longer 'Feng Jing', you have become 'the universe'."

Feng Jing felt a powerful pull, and his consciousness fractured once again, entering a state of immense chaos. All of Feng Jing's fragments began to coalesce into an immensely vast being, formless and boundless, as if it were the embodiment of time and space, as if it were the beginning and end of the universe.

"I... am no longer myself?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to fall into madness. "I have become all Feng Jings, all possibilities, all universes..."

Feng Jing finally understood that he was no longer anyone or anything. He was the condensation of all parallel universes, the continuation of every history, the end of every period of time. He was no longer limited to a single form of existence; he was the essence of the universe, incomprehensible and undefinable.

Everything began to blur, the boundaries of Feng Jing's consciousness disappeared, and he merged into the endless void, becoming an eternal existence, without beginning or end. At that moment, Feng Jing laughed - a crazy, ethereal laugh, and an uncontrollable laugh.

He finally understood that the so-called "Feng Jing" was no longer important. He had become a symbol in the infinite interweaving of the multiverse, an unsolvable puzzle.

Chapter 216: Feng Jing and the Absolute Rule of Time