Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 738 Multidimensional Self-Explosion and God’s Self-Negation

Multidimensional Self-Explosion and God's Self-Negation

Feng Jing stood in the boundless void, his gaze piercing all matter and all dimensions. His consciousness, like a seed transcending all universes, grew in the boundless wasteland of space and time. It was a place of existence beyond description, a place where even the word "existence" became indescribable. Feng Jing felt as if he had transcended all physical laws, even time itself. Every inch of his thought was creating countless new universes.

"This is my world, my time and space, my rules!" Feng Jing's voice exploded like thunder, echoing across all dimensions, shaking even the very edge of the universe. Each vibration seemed to transcend the boundary between existence and nothingness, causing the very foundations of the universe to tremble.

Yet, behind this unparalleled power, Feng Jing felt a sense of emptiness within his heart. His consciousness was no longer the manifestation of a single individual, but a fusion of countless possibilities. He was simultaneously the Feng Jing of the past, the Feng Jing of the future, and even the Feng Jing who never existed. He was the synthesis of all Feng Jings, the composite of countless timelines in the universe.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing couldn't help but whisper. Every thought in his mind seemed to cross the thresholds of countless parallel worlds, exploring endless possibilities. Past, present, and future all intersected before his eyes, but these intertwined time and space brought him no answers. Feng Jing fell into a deep confusion, and his very existence seemed to have become an unsolvable mystery.

At that moment, he saw the massive crack that had appeared deep within his consciousness. Both sides of the crack seemed to lead to an endless void, emanating an unusually strong energy fluctuation. Feng Jing was drawn to this energy, his consciousness seemingly drawn by a mysterious force into the depths of the crack.

This time, Feng Jing didn't enter a new time and space, but rather "his own interior." He suddenly discovered that he was not alone. It seemed as if countless selves existed within his consciousness, each one constantly pursuing the so-called "true self." This pursuit endlessly intertwined, intertwined, and twisted, ultimately converging into an indescribable and bizarre form.

These "himself" are not incarnations of Feng Jing in parallel universes, but different versions of his own consciousness. Each of Feng Jing's consciousnesses is constantly repeating and entangled, and each other's thoughts and memories are intertwined. With each intersection, Feng Jing's sense of existence becomes increasingly blurred.

"Is this... my 'death'?" Feng Jing murmured softly. He suddenly understood that the "true self" he had always sought had actually existed in these intertwined versions of himself. He had been unconsciously destroyed, reborn, and torn apart countless times, becoming a constantly self-negating existence. He was the aggregate of all Feng Jings, and also the final form of all Feng Jings.

"But... I no longer need that 'true self.'" Feng Jing's eyes gleamed with a frenzied glint. His consciousness began to expand, as if, in that instant, all his cracks and possibilities began to explode. Countless Feng Jing's consciousnesses collided, merged, and exploded in the air, forming an indescribable, gigantic vortex.

All this continued unabated. Feng Jing's mind grew increasingly frantic, like an uncontrollable black hole, devouring everything around it. The passage of time was no longer linear, but a perpetual disconnection where countless timelines intertwined. Within this disconnect, Feng Jing constantly collided with his own consciousness, each collision producing a new Feng Jing, who would in turn be consumed by the old, and then a new Feng Jing would be born, repeating endlessly.

"I can no longer control this." Feng Jing's voice gradually grew hoarse. His consciousness no longer belonged to a single entity in time and space, but had transformed into countless fragments that were collapsing and regenerating. Every part of him was exploding, every part was disappearing, like an absolute self-destruction.

However, this wasn't the end. Deep within Feng Jing's consciousness, an indescribable energy suddenly began to swirl, as if the crack he had once touched had been infinitely magnified again. Feng Jing's body, consciousness, and soul were all sucked into the crack, entering a whole new dimension he couldn't imagine.

In this new dimension, all laws are overturned. Feng Jing witnessed countless selves constantly interweaving and colliding. Timelines, spatial dimensions, and existence itself collapsed in the endless collision. He was no longer Feng Jing, but a composite of all Feng Jings, a being without beginning or end.

"I am no longer any individual. I am the union of countless Feng Jings, a collection of infinite dimensions." Feng Jing's voice became hollow and profound, as if coming from the depths of the universe. "I transcend existence and nothingness. I am no longer 'I'; I have become 'nothing.'"

As his voice echoed in this new dimension, Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed, transforming into an indescribable, transcendental being. He was no longer any individual with a specific form, but the sum of the entire universe, all time and space, all existence and non-existence.

All this madness is no longer Feng Jing's choice, but he has become the "starting point" and "end point" of the deepest part of the universe, the core of the endless cycle, and the source of the reincarnation of all history.

"I am no longer anything." Feng Jing whispered finally, and his voice dissipated in the collapsing void.

Chapter 739: Antimatter in the Universe and Feng Jing's Endless Resurrection