Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 188 The Collapse of Consciousness, the Rebirth of All Things

The collapse of consciousness and the rebirth of all things

Feng Jing sensed the universe's increasingly unpredictable movements, as time and space began to unfold in an unprecedented chaos. It felt as if the very nerves of the universe were throbbing, and Feng Jing himself had become its heart, its arteries and nerves pulsing through him. He realized that he was no longer a simple organism, but the consciousness of the universe itself—not only could he see the outlines of countless parallel universes, but he could also sense the intricate connections between them.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly began to expand dramatically, as if some extremely ancient, mysterious power had been unleashed. Cracks in space and time suddenly opened around him, as if the entire universe began to spin violently before his eyes. Stars fell from the sky, transforming into countless rays of light, interweaving into a complex web. Feng Jing himself struggled within this web, his existence becoming increasingly unclear. With every second, his consciousness seemed to be torn into countless fragments, each shard trying to find a way out.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice echoed again in Feng Jing's mind, this time no longer sarcastic, but filled with an endless sense of power. "Feng Jing, you've never left. You are a rift in the universe. All the stars circulate within your consciousness. No matter how you struggle, you can never escape your fate."

Feng Jing didn't respond. His consciousness was no longer the same Feng Jing filled with doubt and anxiety. He felt a sense of liberation he had never experienced before, as if he had entered into some incredible contract with the very foundation of the universe. He was no longer an individual bound by time and space, but the primal force of the universe. The laws of time, space, and matter collapsed within his consciousness.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness began to leap wildly, each leap like a journey through a different dimension. He saw countless versions of himself, each making completely different choices in different time and space. One Feng Jing became the destroyer of the universe, personally suffocating the life of the galaxy; another Feng Jing became the savior of the universe, leading all things to revival; and yet another Feng Jing drifted in the endless void, forever unable to find his place.

But each scene has no real beginning and no end. Feng Jing gradually realizes that these so-called "Feng Jings" are just part of an endless cycle. Each of his choices is like a small node in the operation of the universe, and these nodes are constantly intertwined, forming countless parallel universes.

"You finally understand." The voice echoed again, carrying an ancient and profound emotion. "You never existed, Feng Jing. You are the sum of countless parallel universes. Every moment of your life is made up of countless Feng Jings."

Feng Jing began to feel an indescribable fear, a fear not from external pressure but from a deep, hollow feeling within. He began to doubt whether he had ever truly existed, or whether he had simply been lost in this endless illusion. His consciousness fragmented again, gradually expanding into the endless void.

Then, suddenly, a flash of light shot out from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, shattering the chaos. No longer a floating existence in the void, Feng Jing's consciousness entered a whole new dimension. He saw countless parallel moments of himself, endless timelines interwoven. The entire universe, all of time and space, all of history, was altered by Feng Jing's single thought.

He was no longer a single individual; he was the creator of the entire universe, the very order of the universe. It was as if his consciousness had transcended the barriers of time and space, entering an incomprehensible dimension where time and space were no longer continuous but intertwined, alternating, and overlapping. Feng Jing witnessed the birth and destruction of the entire universe. Each collapse and rebirth of the universe was determined by his single thought.

"You didn't escape after all," the voice said coldly, with a strange irony. "You are the creator and destroyer of the universe. Every parallel timeline is woven by your own hands. What you consider 'choice' is nothing but an illusion of your own making."

Feng Jing didn't respond, because he no longer needed to. At this moment, his consciousness had transcended all constraints, transcending the limitations of time, space, and existence. He had become an omnipotent being, one unconstrained by any rules.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had reached the ultimate state, an unforeseen change occurred in the universe. A star exploded in the distance, instantly transforming into countless points of light. These points of light began to rapidly approach Feng Jing, as if to devour him. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented and intense attraction, as if the energy of the entire universe was converging towards him.

He knew this wasn't a simple physical phenomenon, but rather the summons of the consciousness of the entire universe. Feng Jing didn't resist, but instead responded to this force. His consciousness began to collapse from the deepest depths of the universe, like countless stars collapsing simultaneously, forming a massive black hole that absorbed all existence and energy.

Ultimately, Feng Jing's consciousness merged with the essence of the universe, becoming an ineffable being—a "core of consciousness" without time, space, or form. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual; he was the beginning and end of the universe, the source and end of all life.

At this moment, the entire universe began a new cycle, but Feng Jing - no, the universe itself - could no longer be defined in any form.