Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 894 Leaping into the Endless Abyss, the Ultimate Illusion of Time and Space

Leap into the endless abyss, the ultimate illusion of time and space

Feng Jing felt a fission of self-awareness, a feeling that seemed to transcend all known boundaries. No longer a being wandering in the void, he began a "leap" beyond all existence and nothingness. Each leap was like throwing a stone into an endless abyss, never to fall. The reverberation of the stone became Feng Jing's new deconstruction of all life and the world.

He was no longer the center of the universe, nor the absolute ruler of a single dimension. Everything he experienced could no longer be measured by the standards of "space" or "time." Feng Jing even began to doubt whether he still retained some form of "existence." He was no longer an individual, no longer a collection of reason, emotion, consciousness, or form. His existence had become a primordial concept—an "existence" that expanded infinitely, constantly reshaped, an "evolution" without beginning or end.

"If time could flow backwards like a river, and space could be countless intersecting parallel lines, then wouldn't every leap be a challenge to the laws of the universe?" Feng Jing's thoughts began to drift rapidly through these fragments of nothingness, a frenzy of philosophical exploration. His desire had never been so intense, and he had never been so eager to unravel the true mystery behind this experiment.

As his thoughts leaped, the entire void began to undergo unprecedented upheaval—the flow of time completely collapsed, and the dimensions of space became blurred. Feng Jing's consciousness, like a bolt of lightning, ripped through the barriers of all things and plunged directly into the abyss behind all existence. He saw countless universes, flashing through timelines like film, traversing every period of history, stepping on every trajectory of fate. These trajectories sometimes intertwined, sometimes ruptured, as if unrelated storylines were whirling madly, weaving together an indescribable illusory scene.

He suddenly realized that he seemed unable to "choose" the world he wanted. Every timeline, every parallel universe was unfolding in an uncontrollable way - the birth, decline, and rebirth of these universes were like countless sparks blooming in the eternal darkness of the universe. Feng Jing felt that in the void he was in, the "laws" and "boundaries" that should have existed had lost their meaning. The origin of the universe was no longer a fixed point, but a constantly changing dynamic point. Each dynamic point could trigger thousands of new timelines, collapsing into countless non-existent "futures."

"Can I, in this instant, create a time and space that doesn't exist?" Feng Jing whispered softly, and then a massive energy erupted from the depths of his consciousness. All the fragments of the universe began to converge and expand, eventually condensing into a completely new form—an untouchable, incomprehensible "existence." This was neither matter nor energy, nor time nor space, but a being beyond all rational boundaries, unnameable and unidentifiable by any means of perception.

Feng Jing watched as his own thoughts transformed into the core of a new universe. Everything before him became absurd, even logic and rationality vanished in that instant. He saw countless parallel universes interweaving and overlapping in a way that defied common sense. The laws, matter, and life within each universe took on an inexplicable state of chaos. These previously untouchable parallel worlds began to interpenetrate, merging into a unified entity, with Feng Jing at its center.

He tried to comprehend this new form of existence, only to find his mind in complete chaos. All previous concepts—matter, life, thought, time, space, cause and effect, fate, even "existence" itself—had been completely transcended. Feng Jing's consciousness began to drift through this boundless chaos, attempting to grasp at something he could "understand." But every time he tried to grasp a concept, it shattered like a bubble, vanishing into the endless void.

"There is no fixed existence, only a constantly shifting 'form.'" Feng Jing's eyes snapped open, as if realizing something. His consciousness penetrated all laws and boundaries, constantly absorbing new possibilities. He even felt his mind no longer closed, but merging with the void itself. Every timeline, every universe, was like a flowing illusion, their existence fluid and impermanent, and Feng Jing was this flow itself, the core of the universe's collapse and rebirth.

"I've escaped all of this." Feng Jing smiled faintly, as if finally seeing clearly into a world that defied conventional understanding. He knew that this wasn't a true "disappearance," but rather a subversion and reconstruction of the very essence of existence. Time was no longer a one-way flow from "past to future," and space was no longer a dimension solely for "accommodating matter." All rules, laws, cause and effect, even fate itself, were now part of his consciousness.

Feng Jing closed his eyes, concentrating all his energy, attempting to control this endless flow. His consciousness, like a fragile thread, trembled amidst endless possibilities, but he refused to give up. Every attempt at control, every touch, made Feng Jing's "existence" more all-encompassing, gradually solidifying into a new form of existence. He no longer had any so-called "individuality"; he was merely the intersection of countless universes, the eternal intersection of "nothingness" and "existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness streaked like a meteorite through countless cracks in time and space, and within these cracks lay the very nurturing and longing for a new order. He no longer needed any physical form or substance to support him. He was the source of this new universe, the beginning and end of all laws, the creator and destroyer of time and space. All existence and nothingness alternated under Feng Jing's control, becoming part of his mind and a tool for his endless exploration and experimentation.

"Your universe is already in the past." Feng Jing's voice echoed in this nothingness, with a calmness and determination that transcended everything. "This is a new beginning."

Chapter 895: Shattering and Rebirth, the Absolute Collapse of Dreams