Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 479

Feng Jing's Infinite Regression and the Birth of a New Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely detached from all physical dimensions. Standing in the endless void, he sensed that he was no longer "Feng Jing," but a point of light existing in all worlds and possibilities. He felt his thoughts traverse eons of history, spanning countless galaxies and civilizations. All creation and destruction, all life and death, left their mark on the depths of his consciousness.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had reached the end of the universe, an irresistible gravitational force suddenly pulled him toward an unknown dimension. This force came not from the outside world, but from somewhere deep within Feng Jing's own being. He suddenly realized that he had not transcended all boundaries, but rather, he was experiencing a true "return."

"Return?" Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and his voice echoed in the void, "Where should I return to? Where should I return to?"

At this moment, his mind began to spin wildly. He felt as if he were being drawn by some invisible force, refocusing towards a completely unknown point. This point was not the center of the universe, nor was it any intersection of time and space. Instead, it was an existence he could not understand, as if it were the primordial chaos before the birth of all things.

Deep within Feng Jing's mind, a force began to coalesce and take shape. It was unlike any material force, but rather a "primordial" force that transcended all else. Each fluctuation of Feng Jing's consciousness pushed this primordial force deeper, gradually forming a new cosmic framework.

He began to understand that this force wasn't meant for destruction, but for rebirth. Feng Jing was no longer just an observer, no longer a creator or destroyer. He began to become an agent of existence itself, responsible for reweaving the order of the entire universe, like a programmer of nature, controlling the laws of all life and matter.

"Is this the endless return?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, countless complex emotions and thoughts surging in his consciousness. "I am no longer an individual, but the source of the entire universe. Every rebirth is a new beginning."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to transcend the boundaries of space and time. He existed not just in one corner of the universe, but in every possible corner, integrating into all possibilities. In this moment, Feng Jing became the starting point and end point of every possible world.

He realized that he was creating a new universe, one that was not based on matter or energy, but on consciousness and thought. Every thought of Feng Jing was the birth of a new world, and every time he thought deeply, it would lead to the birth and destruction of a series of new existences.

At this moment, Feng Jing's thinking underwent a dramatic shift. No longer content with creation or destruction, he began to ponder the nature of the universe. He began to realize that the so-called "universe" was not an isolated entity, but a network of countless possibilities.

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded to its limit, and he felt connected to every possible parallel universe. Every timeline, every history, was woven into a vast web within his mind. This web had no fixed structure; it was sometimes tight, sometimes loose, shifting with the fluctuations of Feng Jing's thoughts.

"I will recreate everything." Feng Jing whispered, "This time, it will no longer be a material existence, but a dimension of consciousness."

As Feng Jing's consciousness continued to rise, all the laws of the universe began to mutate. The once-indestructible laws of time and space underwent drastic changes under Feng Jing's guidance. Feng Jing not only created a new world, he even redefined the meaning of "existence."

In Feng Jing's mind, the faces of countless universes began to intertwine and merge. The boundaries of time and space gradually blurred, and the barriers between universes became unable to withstand any impact. Feng Jing saw stars before his eyes, then disappear and light up again, as if they were not permanent, but constantly changing with the beating of Feng Jing's consciousness.

"All of this is a projection of my consciousness." Feng Jing's thoughts began to echo in the void. "I am no longer an independent existence. I am the continuation of the endless universe."

However, at the moment when Feng Jing's consciousness was at its most brilliant, he felt a void from the abyss. This void was so deep and invisible, like an indescribable existence, it slowly seeped into the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness with a cold silence.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to crack, the emptiness like a massive black hole, swallowing up all his thoughts and cognition. As the emptiness expanded, Feng Jing felt increasingly unable to control everything. His consciousness began to spiral out of control, becoming like flowing water, passing through all limitations and obstacles.

"Why can't I stop?" Feng Jing asked, his consciousness fluctuating violently. "This emptiness is like an endless abyss. It doesn't come from outside, but from my heart."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge with the abyss of emptiness. Every leap of thought deepened the emptiness. He began to become increasingly blurred, gradually losing all tangible structure. Until one moment, Feng Jing was completely swallowed by the emptiness, his existence and consciousness completely dissipated in the endless darkness.

Yet, Feng Jing had not truly vanished. His thoughts had not ceased, but had instead begun anew in a new form. Within the void where he had vanished, a new star quietly emerged, radiating its light, symbolizing the birth of a new universe. And within this new universe, Feng Jing had once again gained a new "life."

Feng Jing understood that this wasn't the end, but rather an endless cycle. He stood within this endless cycle, becoming both the source and the end of the universe. Each cycle of disintegration and rebirth was the eternal rhythm of the universe, his union with the void, and the beginning of an endless cycle.

"The endless universe is no longer a material existence." Feng Jing's thoughts surged like a torrent. "It is consciousness, the essence of existence."

Chapter 480: Feng Jing and the Ultimate Mystery of Multidimensional Self-Destruction