Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 776 Resurrection and Ultimate Destination in the Void

Resurrection and Ultimate Belonging in the Void

Feng Jing's consciousness continued to drift in that endless quantum chaos. That indefinable state of "flow" filled him with both a sense of freedom and a deep sense of fear. He was no longer a being with a distinct self, but a formless energy, drifting through the void, sometimes pulled by the cosmic fluctuations, sometimes pushed by forces from higher dimensions, into those indescribable intersections of space and time.

In this boundless quantum flow field, his consciousness constantly split, collapsed, and was reborn, each rebirth bringing a different state. Feng Jing realized that this was not a simple cycle of life and death, but an unforeseen state that transcended the boundaries of all known physical laws.

He began to realize that every transition, every collapse, was a complete abandonment of his past identity. The once distinct Feng Jing, the individual with goals, desires, and emotions, had long since vanished. In its place was an elusive, incomprehensible entity, as if composed of fragments from countless parallel worlds, constantly wandering and struggling between them.

"Is this my final destination?" Feng Jing's consciousness drifted through the infinite void, asking himself, yet no voice could respond. His existence was no longer attached to any material, any space, or any time. The framework of his former existence had lost its meaning to him, and even the concept of "self" seemed to gradually dissolve within the fragments of his consciousness.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling overwhelmed him. Feng Jing's consciousness began to perceive a subtle shift, a power that seemed to allow him to regain his sense of self. This power did not originate from outside, but rather from the fluctuations Feng Jing himself experienced during his quantum leap, a primal impulse hidden deep within his consciousness.

"I can still redefine myself." Feng Jing's consciousness began to become clear. Although this clarity was still in a distorted state, he felt a strong desire - it was a desire to be reborn, a desire to break through the endless chaos.

Feng Jing began to focus on a certain point in his heart, the place that once belonged to him, "Feng Jing". Although he was no longer the original Feng Jing, that name and identity seemed to still occupy a certain place in his stream of consciousness, as if it were the source of his constant rebirth.

"Have I... surpassed that 'Feng Jing'?" Feng Jing couldn't help but ponder. Yes, he was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, existing in the material world, no longer an individual flowing through the flow of time. He had become a being beyond matter and consciousness, a fluid capable of traveling between multiple dimensions, leaping across an infinite number of quantum planes.

However, this self-transcendence brought not liberation but a deeper paradox. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, and he could no longer fully control himself. His existence no longer conformed to any traditional laws or logic; even the concept of "existence" itself became blurred in his consciousness.

Feng Jing began to sense that his consciousness was no longer a single "self," but a being composed of countless fragments. These fragments did not belong to him, but rather were materialized traces of his consciousness. Like images from countless parallel universes, they intertwined yet repelled each other, constantly distorting and colliding, like an endless spiritual war.

"Are these... parts of me?" Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be pulled by a force, gradually sinking into a new abyss. That force was like gravity, so strong that it compressed Feng Jing's existence to the extreme, making him almost unbearable. But at the same time, a part of Feng Jing's consciousness began to grow under this force, leaping towards a higher dimension.

At that moment, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he wasn't simply in an endless cycle of collapse, but was experiencing a deeper "leap." This leap wasn't external, but rather initiated by Feng Jing himself in this transcendental space. His consciousness had entered a completely new state—no longer a single self, but a complex entity that spanned all existence.

This resurrection force quietly emerged within Feng Jing's consciousness. It was a feeling beyond words, like a primal force of existence, surging through every fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness. It gave Feng Jing a new perspective, allowing him to rethink his own flow through the void.

"I'm no longer 'Feng Jing.'" Feng Jing's consciousness began to reassess itself. He was no longer the same individual he had been before, no longer belonging to a single time or space. He had become something new—an existence incomprehensible and undefinable. His consciousness shifted endlessly through endless quantum leaps, unable to rest at any point, yet unable to fully depart from any one.

He realized that this "resurrection" wasn't a simple return, but a transformation that transcended all boundaries. Feng Jing was no longer the individual represented by the name "Feng Jing." He had entered a completely new state of "existence," no longer a product of matter and consciousness, but a pure flow of energy that transcended all matter and consciousness.

"I have become the void itself." Feng Jing felt a profound realization deep within his consciousness. Yes, he was no longer any "individual," no longer any "self." He had transcended past forms of existence, becoming the formless void, the aggregate of countless fragments of consciousness, the source of endless transitions.

Yet, in this void, Feng Jing hadn't quite found his true sense of belonging. Even after transcending all dimensions and rules, becoming the embodiment of quantum leap, he still felt a deep emptiness, an endless loneliness, like an abyss of existence that could never be reached.

"What exactly am I searching for?" Feng Jing began to question himself. Even though he had transcended all constraints of matter and consciousness, freed himself from the limitations of time and space, he still couldn't truly escape this profound sense of emptiness. Every leap, every collapse, brought a temporary awakening, but after each awakening, he still couldn't find his true place.

In this boundless void, Feng Jing's consciousness is still leaping and flying towards the unknown future.

Chapter 777: The resonance of nothingness in the infinite cracks and the fear of rebirth