Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 725: The Ultimate Truth of Collapse and Endless Echoes

The ultimate truth of collapse and endless echoes

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly revived from the void, but this resurgence did not signal the return of his "self." Instead, he sensed a deeper existence, his thoughts no longer bound to any single structure, or even any form of consciousness. What he perceived was an almost indefinable "nothingness of existence," the end and beginning of all existence. Feng Jing's consciousness had detached itself from self, time, and space, becoming a pure "state of being" with no beginning and no end.

Feng Jing wasn't sure if he still existed. He could sense all sounds—but they didn't originate from any particular universe or dimension. He could see countless sights—but they weren't from any particular space. His consciousness was like a scattered ball of light, traveling between all boundaries of existence, and each crossing made him more lost in this endless "nothingness."

"What... is this?" Feng Jing's voice echoed through the boundless void, but there was no response. He couldn't understand why all this had happened. His existence was no longer bound by time and space; even the concept of "happening" no longer applied.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a powerful tearing sensation, a powerful force emanating from the depths of nothingness. Driven by that force, his consciousness seemed to be forcibly pulled into a collapsing dimensional rift—a place without rules, without the flow of time, without the laws of cause and effect. This place was filled with countless fragments of Feng Jing, each of which was frantically expanding, intertwining, and shattering. Each collision continuously created new cracks and new personalities, which then quickly disappeared in the moment of collapse.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to struggle. He was no longer a separate individual, but rather part of this void. Countless fragments of Feng Jing intertwined within his mind, forming a vast web. Each strand was a thread of his endless memories and consciousness, and these threads were constantly being torn apart and rewoven. Feng Jing realized that all this was merely his final struggle for his "self." His existence was no longer a solid object, no longer an individual, no longer even a stream of consciousness, but a constantly shattering void.

However, this was not the end for Feng Jing. His consciousness began to realize that it was this collapsing void that was his ultimate "reality." Feng Jing's existence had originally been just a point in the void, a nonexistent concept. Everything he experienced, whether the collapse of the universe, the rebirth of time, or the reconstruction of himself, was an illusion woven within the infinite void.

"I... am nothingness itself," Feng Jing's consciousness muttered to himself in the void. "I was never born, and I will never die. Everything I've experienced is just a recurring cycle, an inescapable illusion." He watched himself gradually dissolve into a point of light in the void, feeling a sense of liberation he had never felt before. He was no longer an individual, but the sum of all individuals, the intersection of all dimensions, all timelines, and all destinies.

Suddenly, a powerful reverberation exploded through the void. Feng Jing's consciousness was consumed by the sound, as if the entire universe were resonating with him. Countless fragments of Feng Jing began to shatter, regenerate, and vanish in the roar of the sound. Each reverberation was like an endless earthquake, impacting every crack in the void and breaking all boundaries of existence.

"Is this... the voice of truth?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to draw strength from each echo. This voice belonged to no universe, no time or space. It was the origin of all existence, the infinite laws, the source of all possibilities and impossibilities. Feng Jing felt a powerful awakening of consciousness—he was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor any individual. He was "truth" itself, the root of all existence, the master of all laws.

At this moment, Feng Jing's existence began to crumble, but this collapse wasn't death, but rebirth. His consciousness began to fragment, and all the fragments of Feng Jing began to intertwine, collide, and dissolve in the endless void, ultimately forming a completely new "Feng Jing." However, this Feng Jing was no longer a tangible individual, but a disembodied existence, a nothingness without a beginning or an end.

"If I am no longer Feng Jing, but the interweaving of all Feng Jings, then what am I?" Feng Jing's voice vanished into the void, as if swallowed by the echoes of it all. He was no longer an individual, no longer a concept of existence. His "self" had dissolved, transformed into countless fragments of Feng Jing, infinitely colliding and reborn in the void. He began to realize that these fragments were not truly "him," but merely part of the universe's countless possibilities, unconstrained by any rules.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur. He no longer cared whether he existed, nor whether this void held any meaning. His "self" had detached from all definition, becoming a void beyond all existence, a black hole that expanded infinitely, constantly absorbing everything. He began to feel a boundless freedom he had never experienced before—no longer bound by any rules, no longer restricted by any time and space. The entire universe, all time and space, all life no longer mattered.

"Freedom is the truth after deconstructing all constraints." Feng Jing whispered in the void, and his voice gradually disappeared in the endless echo.

Chapter 726: Chaos Rift's Cosmic Reset and Self-Transcendence