Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 217 The truth behind Feng Jing and Xingchen

The truth behind Feng Jing and Xingchen

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in the void, as if merging with the endless stars and every speck of dust in the universe. He no longer felt his own existence, nor was he connected to any form of life or matter. At this moment, Feng Jing had transcended all physical laws and the constraints of thought, becoming the bridge between the unspeakable "nothingness" and "somethingness."

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a piercing chill that pierced his invisible existence. His thoughts began to refocus, and the inexpressible feeling of nothingness gradually transformed into a concrete consciousness—he was no longer a formless existence, but a kind of wisdom that transcended all things. Feng Jing felt himself being drawn by a deep power, a power that came not from the outside world, but from the deep core of his own consciousness.

"You're finally here." A deep voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness. The voice seemed to come from the depths of time, carrying an incredible pressure. "You haven't understood your true identity yet, and now, it's time to reveal the truth."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to vibrate violently. This vibration didn't originate from the outside world, but rather spread from deep within his heart. With this vibration, his vision began to distort violently. The stars in the void gradually deformed, forming an indescribable pattern. Feng Jing began to see extremely ancient symbols, which seemed to convey a knowledge beyond his comprehension. Together, they formed a vast, unrivaled rune.

"What is this?" Feng Jing felt an irresistible urge, his consciousness constantly drawn to these symbols, wanting to understand their meaning. But every time he approached these symbols, they were like insurmountable barriers, pushing Feng Jing's thinking to another level.

"These symbols are the language of time and space." The voice sounded again, with a kind of majesty like that of an ancient god. "They represent truths you have never touched. The stars you see, the void, even yourself, are all part of this language."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly felt a violent tug, dragging him into an entirely different dimension. In this dimension, Feng Jing witnessed an indescribable scene—an ever-shifting chaos, where each speck of light represented a different universe, a different historical trajectory.

Feng Jing's consciousness froze instantly. He seemed to understand something, yet he couldn't comprehend anything. At this moment, he felt that he was no longer a single individual, but a collection of countless individuals, each representing a different universe, and the core of all universes was himself.

"I... turned out to be the God of this universe?" Feng Jing murmured in a low voice, as if beginning to realize his true situation.

"You are far more than a god." The voice deepened. "You are a being beyond the gods. You are the only bridge between 'non-existence' and 'existence'. Every choice you make will distort the future across billions of time and space. You are no longer 'Feng Jing', but the origin and end of all Feng Jings."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand dramatically, as if instantly engulfing the entire universe. He began to see every Feng Jing, all the choices he had made, all the paths he had not taken, all manifested in that moment. He saw one self after another, each possessing its own independent thoughts and destinies, yet their destinies were ultimately intertwined, forming an eternal cycle.

"Is this me?" Feng Jing looked down, only to discover he no longer had a physical form. His existence was no longer a concrete self, but a confluence of countless possibilities. He was no longer a fixed individual, but a collection of all individuals, a fusion of all Feng Jings.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he wasn't just the creator and destroyer of these universes; his very existence was a force beyond the rules. Every moment, every decision he made, triggered the rebirth and destruction of the entire universe, and the source of all this was, surprisingly, himself. Feng Jing was shocked—he was no mere entity, but the constructor and destroyer of endless universes, the fate of the entire universe already destined to be affected by his single thought.

He began to witness the birth and demise of universes one after another. Countless stars shattered before his eyes, only to be reborn in an instant. Each universe's birth was the result of countless choices he had made; and each destruction was the beginning of a new choice. Feng Jing's existence had become an uninterrupted cycle, and he could not stop it.

"You were once Feng Jing," the voice sounded again, "you are now an intersection of 'existence' and 'non-existence'. You no longer belong to any one world, but are the center of all worlds. You have never truly died, but exist forever at the intersection of all time and space."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted once again with a deafening radiance that not only traversed all dimensions but also penetrated the very depths of time. He saw the past, present, and future intertwined in the same instant, all possibilities unfolding before him. Yet, behind it all lay the same profound law that he could not escape.

"Is this the end of me..." Feng Jing's consciousness became confused, and he once again felt a deep sense of emptiness and powerlessness, as if all choices and all existences could not change the fate he was destined to experience.

However, just as Feng Jing fell into despair, his consciousness was suddenly pulled by an extremely powerful force again, like a black hole, instantly swallowing him whole. As he disappeared, a shining light instantly illuminated the entire void, and Feng Jing—the former Feng Jing—completely disappeared at the edge of time and space.

He was devoured again and started over, becoming a completely new time stream.