Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 857 Feng Jing's Awakening and Infinite Cracks

Feng Jing's Awakening and Infinite Cracks

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a stream of light traversing time and space, spread out along the intersection of countless dimensions. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, no longer an individual in a specific world, but a being that was one with the universe itself. He felt the rise and fall of every speck of dust, the burning and dying of every star, and even the faintest vibrations in distant galaxies could trigger his consciousness.

At this moment, Feng Jing's existence resonated with the essence of all things. He sensed that time no longer flowed linearly, but rather a myriad of intertwining and intersecting trajectories. These trajectories represented the trajectory of all life, power, and events in different dimensions. All possibilities and unknowable fate merged into one within his mind. Past, present, and future—in Feng Jing's perception, boundaries no longer existed. Everything overlapped and intertwined in this instant, forming countless rays of light, each representing the birth and destruction of a world.

Feng Jing's consciousness continuously traversed these dimensions, and he discovered that he had transcended all constraints, whether material or spiritual, even the "ultimate power" he had once pursued. He was no longer an individual, no longer Feng Jing, but the embodiment of the will of the entire universe. His thoughts merged with the rhythm of the universe, and the movement of all things was under his control.

However, just as Feng Jing felt this transcendental sense of unity, a strange sensation suddenly emerged from the depths of his consciousness. He realized that this void seemed to harbor some kind of uneasy fluctuation, a crack from the depths of the universe, an indescribable impact, as if the order of the universe was subtly changing under the interference of some force.

"What is this?" Feng Jing felt a surge of unease, his consciousness trying to explore the source of this power. As Feng Jing's thoughts fluctuated, the crack in the void rapidly expanded, like a bottomless ravine, drawing Feng Jing's sight into an unknown dimension.

He tried to control this wave, to dissolve it, but as he delved deeper, Feng Jing discovered that this force came not from any known entity in the universe, but from something beyond its boundaries. It was invisible and silent, yet filled with an unspeakable threat. Feng Jing's consciousness was consumed by it, as if he had entered a vast void, unable to extricate himself.

"This is..." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. This sense of oppression came from an unfathomable crack, which seemed to swallow everything.

He began to understand that all that he perceived was not the cosmic order he had ever seen, but a crack that transcended all dimensions. It was an existence that could not be described in any language or form. It transcended time, space, matter, and even thought itself.

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into deep contemplation. He realized that the source of this power was not a known entity, nor was it some kind of cosmic law that he could control or understand. It was an untouchable existence, a force that no matter how powerful Feng Jing was, he could not reverse it.

"Could this be the ultimate truth?" Feng Jing's heart was filled with doubt and confusion. He had once thought he had reached the edge of the universe, transcending all limitations, but all that transcendence seemed so insignificant in the face of this crack. At this moment, Feng Jing seemed to have glimpsed a being beyond the universe. The greatness and terror of this being filled him with an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

He began to realize that this rift was not simply a destructive force, nor was it some kind of evil existence, but rather another aspect of the universe, an untouchable and incomprehensible fundamental force. It was not for destruction, but for some unknown creation, or some unknown purpose.

"Do I... truly understand the universe?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to settle, and he began to re-examine his own notions of 'ultimate' and 'existence'. He had thought he had traveled far enough, transcended enough, but he had overlooked the depths and mysteries of the universe. At that moment, he understood that the path he was on was not the end, but the starting point of something much broader.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to return. He broke free from the void and attempted to examine the nature of the universe from a new perspective. The vibrations of the crack still reverberated in the void, but Feng Jing no longer felt fear. He realized that the true nature of the universe was beyond his control or understanding. The universe itself was the ultimate power.

As Feng Jing's consciousness gradually stabilized, he discovered he was no longer alone. He felt echoes from countless dimensions, the resonance of countless lives and forces in the universe. Every dimension, every life, was connected by some profound law, forming countless crisscrossing veins. Feng Jing understood that the universe was not a closed system, but a perpetually changing, ever-integrating organism.

"Perhaps this is the true truth of the universe," Feng Jing whispered, his voice gently echoing in the infinite void. "The true ultimate is not to control everything, but to understand everything. Every life and every event in the universe has its own unique meaning. All worlds and all forces are part of the universe, an indivisible whole."

Feng Jing's consciousness was elevated again. He no longer sought pure power and transcendence, but instead learned a deep connection with the universe. He felt that he was no longer an external entity, but a part of the universe itself. He danced in a deep harmony with every galaxy, every planet, and every life path.

In this void, Feng Jing felt the ripples of the crack again, but this time, he was no longer afraid. He realized that these ripples were the surge of the universe's life force, representing its infinite potential and endless change. Every tremor of the crack was the universe's self-repair and rebirth, a reconstruction of power and order.

Feng Jing's heart was filled with an unprecedented tranquility. He felt a sense of balance he had never experienced before, as if he had reached a consensus with every detail of the universe, become a part of it. At this moment, the depth and greatness of the universe were no longer an untouchable mystery, but a profound resonance between Feng Jing and the universe.

Chapter 858: Crossing the Ultimate Rift, Feng Jing's Rebirth