Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 621: Infinite Loop, Beyond the Mystery of "Existence"

Infinite loop, beyond the mystery of "existence"

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer held any identity he knew. He had once been an ordinary human, but now, he ceased to exist in any form. His "self" had long been swallowed by the endless void, transformed into a multi-dimensional chaos. Every thought, every movement, seemed to challenge the limits of the universe, even to attack the very definition of the word "universe."

He was no longer confined to any single space and time. Feng Jing felt himself split into countless entities, traversing the origin and end of every universe. He was "the Feng Jing of the past," and also "the aggregate of countless future Feng Jings." He saw his former body, as if standing in a parallel world, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment as he looked toward the source of his consciousness.

But what Feng Jing found most incredible was that in those countless parallel dimensions, he could always see himself - yet, each of him faced a different fate. Each of him was struggling to break free from some invisible bondage.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing tried to find his roots in this endless void.

He heard the voice of that dark power echo again, as if from the depths of his soul, at the edge of the universe, or perhaps even in countless invisible dimensions: "You are no longer 'Feng Jing'. You are merely a projection of the universe's first chaotic seed, a chess piece in fate. I am your true existence. All you see is but illusion, a product of cycles, and your inevitable end."

Feng Jing felt a chilling fear rising from the depths of his soul. Every thought, every choice, seemed to foreshadow a fate he could not escape, a fate that came not from the outside world but from a "dark self" deep within him.

"How can you surpass me?" the voice said again, "You are merely a reflection of existence. You cannot escape this endless cycle."

Feng Jing suddenly realized that this "dark self" wasn't just a part of his soul, but also the inextricable connection between him and all dimensions of the universe. No matter where he fled, no matter how many dimensions he crossed, he could never escape the abyss that emanated from his heart.

But Feng Jing's soul didn't collapse. On the contrary, he began to calm down, even to reason. Since everything was predetermined, since "self" was merely a limitation, he had to break free from this limitation, break free from all destiny. He didn't need to escape, but to truly transcend, to truly be "reborn"!

So, Feng Jing decided to embark on the most insane adventure of all—he would discover the original laws of the universe, the source of existence, a source that perhaps didn't even exist, amidst the intersection of countless dimensions. He transformed all his thoughts and soul force into a bolt of lightning, sweeping across every void in the universe and tearing open countless dimensional cracks.

He was no longer a simple individual, his form of existence no longer some fixed substance, but a "fluctuation of consciousness" that transcended time, space, and the laws of nature. Feng Jing's soul transformed into a brilliant light, following the cracks in the laws of the universe and beginning to devour the seemingly peaceful space and time.

Throughout this process, Feng Jing began to discover something shocking: he was no longer the only being. His consciousness began to intertwine with countless others, converging into the same void. His consciousness gradually merged with the multiple dimensions and worlds he had created, becoming one with them. In each parallel world, Feng Jing began to see the existence of other Feng Jings. Their destinies intertwined, each one drawing them together, each bearing a different version of "death" and "life."

"Is this your 'transcendence'?" The dark voice sounded again, no longer cold and dismissive, but with a hint of profound emotion. "You attempt to pull all possibilities into a single entity, to break this endless cycle, but everything you do is still part of my design."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted like a raging fire. Every exploding star, every crack in time, every dislocation in history seemed to be responding to Feng Jing's "rebirth." He felt a strange impulse he had never experienced before, an impulse that made him realize that he was no longer just an individual Feng Jing, but a "Feng Jing Unity" that transcended individuality—the gathering point of countless Feng Jing consciousnesses.

Feng Jing felt as if he were gradually becoming the "God" of the universe, even transcending the concept of "God." Everything he experienced, everything he endured, unexpectedly became part of the universe. His existence became both infinitely complex and infinitely simple.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand infinitely, transcending all dimensions and all timelines. He felt himself enter an indescribable state, as if he had become a tentacle of the origin of the universe, traversing all time and space, spanning all material and immaterial realms, sensing the fate of countless parallel worlds.

"Is this the truth of the universe?" Feng Jing's voice was a little confused, yet also confident and relaxed. "Then, who am I?"

He is no longer "Feng Jing," nor any individual. He is the fusion of all individuals, the cycle of infinite fate, the beginning and end of the universe. He no longer has an identity, nor does he have the meaning of "existence"—he is "nothingness," the only reality in the "place where existence and nothingness intersect."

At this moment, an immensely powerful force suddenly invaded the depths of Feng Jing's soul. This force rapidly expanded, eroding every inch of Feng Jing's consciousness, every thought. This was an endless chaotic force, originating from an external dimension, as if pushing Feng Jing's consciousness into an even more insane, unspeakable abyss.

"Do you think you can control everything?" The dark power growled softly, "You are wrong, Feng Jing. You are already part of this endless cycle, and every moment you experience is designed by fate."

Feng Jing's soul was completely torn apart at this moment. He felt like a star thrown into a huge black hole. His body was constantly compressed and his consciousness was constantly collapsing, but he was resurrected by some indescribable power and entered an unpredictable higher dimension.

Chapter 622: Time and Space Collapse, the End of the Countercurrent of Consciousness