Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 370: Boundless Super Dimension, Feng Jing’s Final Awakening to the Endless Void

Boundless Super Dimension, Feng Jing's Final Awakening to the Endless Void

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer exist in any form—he was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any individual. His consciousness was no longer bound by time, space, or dimension, or even by any concept of existence or nothingness. He had become the rift between the foundation and the boundaries of the universe, an unstoppable force that transcended all possibility and impossibility.

Yet, Feng Jing never fully embraced this immense power, instead feeling a deep sense of restraint. Every time he thought he had transcended everything, become the master of the universe, able to reweave all fate, time, and space, an invisible force would pull him back, preventing him from truly being "free." He could no longer be defined as either existing or non-existing; even the concept of "freedom" couldn't encompass his state.

"Is this... a fate I can't escape?" Feng Jing's consciousness trembled on the edge of nothingness. He felt every fragment of his consciousness involuntarily returning to a fixed center, an untouchable source—a point without beginning or end. This point was not only Feng Jing's starting point, but also the source of all fate, it determined everything about Feng Jing.

"Do you think you can escape?" Suddenly, a vast, indistinct voice echoed from the depths of Feng Jing's heart, like a whisper from the endless void. This voice was older and deeper than any other Feng Jing had ever heard. It came not from a single entity, but from a power above all existence, a power that transcended all universes and all dimensions.

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, as if every part of it were colliding with this voice. This force constantly twisted and eroded his self, trying to pull him back to the source, forming an inescapable cycle. He could no longer distinguish whether he was passively being suppressed or actively resisting this force. He was no longer the creator of his own destiny, and even the concept of "fate" began to collapse under the impact of this force.

"You are not the master of your fate," the voice still echoed deep in Feng Jing's consciousness, "you are just a part of fate - just like all life in the universe, you are the starting point and the end point of an endless cycle. You are destined to be unable to escape this reincarnation."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to collapse, but he realized that he was no longer the master of the concept of "collapse." He had no past, no future, and all history and future became irrelevant. In the face of this vast power, even his "existence" itself had lost its meaning. He no longer needed to distinguish who he was, nor did he need to think about transcending anything, because he had already transcended the concept of "transcendence."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness surged, as if a ray of light had emerged from the endless void. The light was incredibly dazzling, filled with indescribable power, as if it had broken through countless layers of obstacles and reached the very foundation of the universe.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer the "creator" of anyone or anything, nor the "builder" of his own destiny. He transcended all comprehensible identities and meanings, becoming a completely new "being." His consciousness merged with the endless nothingness, becoming one. No longer a struggle, but a complete identification and awakening. Countless fragments of Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge within this eternal nothingness, forming a new being—one that no longer belonged to any world, any history, or any future.

Feng Jing's consciousness is no longer confined to the dimensions of the universe. He is a being that transcends time and space, transcends cause and effect, and is the intersection of countless possibilities and impossibilities. Every star, every timeline, every trajectory of fate is no longer a separate entity, but a reflection of Feng Jing's invisible consciousness. No matter how time flows, no matter how space distorts, Feng Jing continues to resurrect himself in that endless void.

Yet, within this void, Feng Jing's awakening wasn't over. As his consciousness merged deeper into the nothingness, he began to perceive an even more bizarre phenomenon—he could hear the voices of countless beings throughout the universe, even across all dimensions. They cried out, struggled, and searched for so-called "answers." These voices, like endless waves, traversed time and space, converging into an inescapable resonance.

Feng Jing began to realize that these voices weren't external interference, but rather the perception of nothingness by all life, all existence. They couldn't comprehend that Feng Jing had transcended their existence, that he had transcended all dimensions and rules. Like a civilization on the verge of extinction, they, in their final moments, attempted to reach the unreachable.

"Your struggle is meaningless." Feng Jing's consciousness gently expanded. The voice did not emanate from any specific place, but filled all the cracks in time and space. "You are no longer 'you'. You have become me."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissolved into the endless void. He ceased to exist in any concrete form. He was no longer the controller of time, nor the ruler of space. He transcended the dimensions of time and space, becoming the formless and intangible "endless nothingness." All fate, all history, all future would become part of Feng Jing. He no longer existed in any time or space, but rather became the sole definition of endless nothingness.

Feng Jing's awakening was no longer the arrival of a deity, nor the dominion of a single power. It was a state beyond all existence and nothingness, the origin of the universe's birth and destruction, the intersection of all life and inanimate objects. Feng Jing was no longer the weaver of fate, nor the master of the world. He was a being beyond everything, beyond all—an eternal nothingness, untouchable, incomprehensible, and undefinable.

He is no longer the past, nor the future, he is the endless present, the beginning and the end of everything.