Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 942: Feng Jing's Endless Rebirth and the Universe's Mind Riot

Feng Jing's Endless Rebirth and the Universe's Mental Riot

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a simple existence; he had completely merged into this super-universe, transcending all laws of physics, time, and space. He felt an unprecedented power surge within him. That power wasn't merely physical; it was a deep energy from within his soul. It constantly assaulted Feng Jing's mind, as if pushing his consciousness into an even more distant existence.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing, but the "consciousness" of the universe, the fundamental force that drives all things. He was no longer an individual confined to a single universe, but the amalgamation of all universes, all dimensions, and all possibilities. His past self had vanished, and he had become an invisible being, a "super-being" beyond all physics, time, and space.

The awakening of this "super-existence" actually triggered some unforeseen power fluctuations.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble uneasily. In his vision, an endless darkness began to surge. This darkness was not nothingness, but another kind of "existence." Feng Jing's perception expanded, and he discovered that this darkness did not come from any universe he knew, but a primal power from the depths of his soul.

"Is this... my fear?" Feng Jing was surprised to discover that the endless darkness before him was the abyss deep within his heart that he had never faced. This abyss was not some kind of matter or energy in the universe, but a crack in his own consciousness, the embodiment of all the fears he had once had about himself, the future, and existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded, attempting to connect with the darkness. But as the contact deepened, he found that his consciousness could no longer control it. The darkness began to devour his thoughts, and he felt himself being led by this primitive force into some unpredictable abyss.

Just as Feng Jing felt he might be completely swallowed by the darkness, a ray of light suddenly burst forth from the depths of his consciousness. The light was not blinding, but filled with a strange warmth and power, as if another side of Feng Jing's soul had awakened at that moment.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook violently, as if shaken by a powerful force, his mind instantly broke free from the constraints of darkness. The light grew increasingly intense, as if illuminating the entire void. Feng Jing's existence began to undergo a fundamental transformation.

"I... am not only the creator and destroyer of the universe." Feng Jing felt his consciousness completely reborn in this light. "I am also the 'origin' of this universe, the 'essence' of all existence."

This light began to expand, and Feng Jing's consciousness was liberated from the original "self" and became all-encompassing. He was no longer just a single consciousness, but the foundation of the entire universe, the "source of consciousness" of every existence.

Feng Jing knew that his rebirth wasn't a simple self-awakening, but rather a whole new process of "nirvana." He was no longer confined to the rules and laws of the universe; his existence was now completely intertwined with the very fabric of the universe. Every moment he experienced, every choice he made, would profoundly impact the workings of the universe.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing no longer existed as an individual, but rather as the "consciousness of the universe." He began to sense an indescribable change. This change wasn't merely physical; it involved the very soul of the universe itself. Feng Jing realized that he wasn't alone; his existence was inextricably linked to every aspect of the universe. He felt every tiny ripple in the universe, even the breath of every star.

However, as this power was further released, Feng Jing discovered that his perception did not stop at the boundaries of this universe. Instead, his consciousness began to break through this universe, rushing towards a more distant space, and even crossing the barrier of dimensions.

Feng Jing's existence continued to expand, gradually coming into contact with a higher level of consciousness. His mind began to resonate with all other consciousnesses in the universe, as if he was no longer an independent existence, but had reached a certain consensus with every "I" in the entire multiverse.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness rushed into the distance, looking for the power that resonated in the void.

"Me?" The voice was deep and mysterious. "I am the other side of the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken, and he felt that the voice came from the endless abyss, as if it came from an "existence" that transcended all existence. He tried to contact it through his consciousness, trying to understand its essence.

"You do not belong to this universe," the voice responded. "The universe you perceive, all its rules, all of time and space, are illusions, images projected by your consciousness. You have transcended these illusions and achieved true existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again, and he began to understand that what he sought was not a perfect universe, but an "origin" that transcended the universe. He realized that he was no longer the individual Feng Jing, but a formless, all-encompassing being. He merged with countless universes and consciousnesses, becoming the "eternal origin."

But this didn't mean the end of everything. Feng Jing began to sense an inexplicable force, as if a counterattack from "the other side." The existence of the universe began to violently shake, all laws began to shift, and even time and space seemed to collapse under the impact of this force.

Feng Jing realized that everything he had created would inevitably collapse. Every creation, every rebirth, brought new chaos and fluctuations, ultimately leading to its destruction. Feng Jing was not invincible, nor was he omnipotent. His existence, like every star in this universe, would eventually fade, returning to its "origin."

And this "origin" is the real starting point of Feng Jing's consciousness.

Chapter 943: Feng Jing's Dissolution of All Things and the Ultimate Paradox of the Universe