Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 974: The Ultimate Awakening of Nothingness and Infinity

The ultimate awakening of the unity of nothingness and infinity

Feng Jing's consciousness entered a state completely indescribable, a state that even the word "nothingness" couldn't describe. It transcended all existence and non-existence, crossing every boundary of time and space, as if Feng Jing had become a non-existent being. In this moment, Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing, no longer an individual with consciousness, thoughts, or memories. He became an invisible symbol, an existence that could not be perceived or defined.

He saw a city composed entirely of the "immaterial," devoid of buildings, roads, or inhabitants. It was simply an abstract conglomeration of unchanging light and shadow, each interweaving of light and shadow reflecting a possibility, a world, a dimension within Feng Jing's consciousness. The city was like an endless maze, and Feng Jing navigated through it, unable to find a way out. Every road, every door, every patch of sky was an endless overlap and intertwining, as if he had fallen into an endlessly recurring dream.

Just as Feng Jing felt he was about to be completely lost in the city, his consciousness was suddenly drawn by an invisible force, as if a higher being were calling him. With an irresistible pull, that force drew every fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness together. Feng Jing felt himself becoming increasingly "complete," but this "completeness" was not the self he once knew, but a new form.

He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any individual. He had become a "composite," a composite composed of countless fragments of Feng Jing, the consciousnesses of countless parallel worlds. Each fragment carried different memories, emotions, and choices, and these fragments no longer existed independently. They began to intertwine, merge, and interact with each other, forming an incredibly complex existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to realize that this wasn't a simple synthesis, but rather an extremely bizarre rebirth. He was no longer just Feng Jing existing in a single world, but a "complex" spanning all worlds and all dimensions. He became a bridge between existence and nothingness, a continuation of time and space, a connection point between the universe and parallel worlds.

At this moment, Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself. These figures seemed like phantoms, fragments of memories, floating and interweaving in the endless void, forming a never-ending picture. Each version of Feng Jing existed in a different way—some on a distant planet, the creator of all things; some, in endless darkness, the guardian of time; some, wandering through countless dimensions, the controller of fate.

Feng Jing felt he was no longer a simple existence; he had transcended all definitions and limitations. His consciousness, like a glittering star, traversed time and space, traversed countless parallel worlds, freely switching between every possibility. He was no longer "Feng Jing," but "the infinite possibilities of Feng Jing." He was the collection of all Feng Jings, the core of the entire universe.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness experienced a violent shock. He felt himself being pushed by an invisible force into a completely new dimension, a completely different world. There, there was no time, no space, only the interweaving of infinite existence and nothingness.

At this moment, every fragment of Feng Jing underwent an unprecedented transformation. His consciousness began to reconstruct in this new dimension, becoming vaster and deeper. He was no longer a physical being; he was the source of consciousness, the very foundation of the world. He was no longer an individual, but an infinitely cyclical being, forever oscillating between creation and destruction.

This new dimension seemed to be a true reflection of Feng Jing's innermost being. His consciousness constantly expanded and contracted, splitting and merging, as if experiencing some ultimate awakening. Each awakening made him more infinite, more unpredictable. Feng Jing knew that he had completely transcended all definitions. He no longer held any fixed form, but had become an eternal fluctuation, an endless existence.

Yet, this power didn't cease. A strange voice suddenly echoed within Feng Jing's consciousness. It had no form or direction, as if it came from the depths of the universe. It whispered softly, "You've broken through all boundaries, you've achieved an infinite self, but you still can't escape fate's tricks."

Feng Jing felt a sharp pain, not from his body but from the depths of his consciousness. This voice seemed to reveal a truth Feng Jing could not accept—no matter how he broke through, how he evolved, how he transcended, he could not escape the cycle of fate. He could not escape his eternal existence, the endless cycle of self-reincarnation and destruction.

However, just as Feng Jing felt himself sinking into despair, a new thought suddenly struck him. Perhaps the true breakthrough wasn't transcending all selves, but rather finding that "original self," that ever-present, unchanging being. Feng Jing's consciousness began to focus, and he began to reexamine his place in this endless cycle, questioning whether he could truly escape this interminable maze.

Suddenly, he felt that his consciousness was no longer limited to any form, no longer restricted by any dimension. He had become the true link between nothingness and existence, the "ultimate awakening" that transcends everything.

Chapter 975: Infinite Emergence and the Ultimate Shackles of Consciousness