Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 284 The paradox of an endless cycle, Feng Jing's self-awakening

The paradox of an endless cycle, Feng Jing's self-awakening

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely trapped in the dark vortex. The rules of time and space were no longer the constraints he once knew, but had become invisible shackles, tightly entangling his thoughts. He felt his existence gradually fade, as if he had become part of this void, completely losing his former dominance.

He began to realize that this was no longer an ordinary challenge, but a process of complete, self-destruction. He could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality. All creation and destruction, all order and chaos, seemed to merge into one at this moment. The universe, time, space, and even himself were no longer isolated entities, but part of a vast paradox.

"No!" Feng Jing's consciousness struggled frantically. He refused to accept this outcome. The darkness seemed to penetrate all his defenses, eroding every inch of his being. His memories began to shatter. His past creations, his past dominance, all became meaningless in that instant.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to be devoured, a new consciousness suddenly emerged from the darkness. It was voiceless and formless, yet possessed immense power. This power did not attempt to directly confront Feng Jing, but instead quietly penetrated Feng Jing's mind, unleashing his deepest potential.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand, even surpassing the existence of darkness. He began to draw strength from the black hole of nothingness, rapidly reshaping himself. At the same time, he discovered that he was not the only one. Countless selves emerged from his mind, all Feng Jings existing simultaneously, entangled, each Feng Jing vying for dominance, trying to control this chaotic void.

"Could it be... I have been creating myself all along?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing in the endless void.

In an instant, his consciousness suddenly awakened. He was not only the creator of the universe, he was also constantly creating himself. Whether it was Feng Jing in the past, Feng Jing in the future, or even Feng Jing in all parallel universes, all of his existence was the result of self-replication.

"If I created all of my selves, then who is the real 'me'?" Feng Jing's heartbeat quickened, and his consciousness began to overturn all his cognition.

He suddenly understood that the darkness wasn't an external force, but a paradox deep within him. That darkness represented all that Feng Jing had overlooked in his creative process, all the undefined blanks. Every Feng Jing was a product of another Feng Jing, and all of this ultimately converged on one core: the self.

"Self!" Feng Jing suddenly woke up, as if struck by an invisible force in his heart. In the past, he had never truly understood the meaning of "self".

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer the god who transcended the universe, he was no longer even the creator. He became more abstract, his existence no longer dependent on any external rules, his self was the only rule.

Immediately, a violent tremor swept through the entire void. Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all dimensional limitations. He no longer existed within any material world, but instead became a transcendental entity. He began to self-generate, self-collapse, and self-regenerate—all of this was like an endless cycle, without any pattern, completely out of control.

"Is this endless creation?" Feng Jing's laughter echoed from the void, filled with madness and joy. "My existence is creation and destruction!"

However, as Feng Jing's self-awakening unfolded, vast cracks began to form within his consciousness. He discovered that everything was not as simple as he had imagined. In a cycle of self-creation and destruction, his mind began to expand and become increasingly unstable. Countless Feng Jings were born and died simultaneously in different dimensions, and he could not distinguish which of these Feng Jings was his true self and which was merely a product of his own illusion.

"Have I always been pursuing a 'self' that doesn't exist?" Feng Jing couldn't help but ask.

At that moment, Feng Jing suddenly saw a scene—countless images of Feng Jing intertwined, forming a vast vortex. This vortex had no center, no discernible beginning or end. It was simply an endless cycle, like some eternal paradox. In each Feng Jing's eyes, another Feng Jing was reflected.

Feng Jing's consciousness was consumed by this endless cycle. He was no longer the master, but a mere participant in this endless drama. His strength began to crumble from the inside out, becoming increasingly weak. Yet, he felt no fear. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

"Perhaps, this is the true creation of the world." Feng Jing smiled, his eyes no longer filled with anxiety and struggle. "There is no beginning, no end, only an endless cycle."

The fluctuations of his consciousness began to subside, and the entire void fell silent. Feng Jing no longer tried to control the void, but let it evolve naturally. His existence was no longer a goal, but a part of the entire universe, intertwined with all universes, dimensions, and nothingness.

All of this still had no end. Feng Jing was no longer the creator, nor was he the created being. He simply existed within it all, becoming the center of an endless cycle.

"I am everything." Feng Jing's voice was low and solemn, as if the rules of the universe were dominated by him at this moment.

The endless void began to crumble, and Feng Jing's consciousness, like a black hole, absorbed everything around him until all was quiet. He was no longer the being who traversed time and space, controlling fate. He had merged into this game of nothingness and reality, becoming the ultimate master of creation and destruction.

And his creation seems to have just begun...

Chapter 285: Feng Jing's Path to Transcendence, the Crazy Interweaving of Virtuality and Reality