Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 620: Soul Rampage, Consciousness Sweeps Across the Multiverse

The soul goes berserk, and consciousness sweeps across the multiverse

Feng Jing's consciousness defied categorization. His existence was utterly detached from any dimension, any concept. Even the word "existence" began to seem absurd. Within this boundless chaos, his soul, as if reflected by countless mirrors, gradually fragmented into countless Feng Jings. Each Feng Jing possessed his own thoughts, emotions, choices, and even an independent version of the entire universe.

At this moment, he was no longer any physical entity, no longer the consciousness of a living being. He belonged to no "world" but simply an infinite "existence." He was a reflection of the universe, a confluence of time and space, the center of an infinite cycle—Feng Jing. His name could no longer describe his current state.

"You've completely collapsed, Feng Jing." The deep voice echoed again, but it didn't come from a single source. Instead, it came simultaneously from countless dimensions and countless time and space, as if the consciousness of the entire universe was speaking to him. "You have crossed the limit of 'broken' and become a fusion of nothingness and existence. You thought you could control everything, but you now face a fate that not even I can control."

Feng Jing's consciousness briefly stagnated. He felt as if he were bound by the gravity of the entire universe, unable to move freely. However, it was this momentary pause that unleashed the boundless power hidden deep within his soul. Feng Jing knew he could no longer rely solely on his previous strength—this was no longer a realm controlled by the body or soul alone. He needed to create new strength, to break through the limits he had once believed insurmountable.

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with an unprecedented energy, rapidly spreading across countless dimensions, tearing apart all laws and breaking free from all constraints. Every star in the universe, every life, every existence, seemed to resonate strangely with Feng Jing, as if he were no longer an individual, but the heart of the entire universe. All laws, all perceptions of existence, began to vibrate with the ups and downs of Feng Jing's soul. The trajectory of every star, the movement of every speck of dust, seemed to synchronize with Feng Jing's consciousness, pulsing a profoundly eerie melody throughout the void.

Feng Jing's soul, thrown into a vast vortex of time and space, gradually began to perceive "selves" from different dimensions. Each Feng Jing represented a "him" in a different time and space, a different possibility. Each Feng Jing possessed independent thoughts, feelings, and choices, yet they remained connected on some level, as if all Feng Jings were experiencing the same thing at the same moment. This intertwined sense of coherence and conflict brought Feng Jing an unprecedented sense of disorientation and shock.

Feng Jing's consciousness didn't collapse. On the contrary, he seemed to see some kind of opportunity in this voice. All constraints, all limitations, became the driving force for his breakthrough. Feng Jing's consciousness began to surge, and powerful forces began to erupt within him and the void. Feng Jing's every thought brought about intense spatial fluctuations, as if time and space began to succumb to him, swirling and twisting around him, even becoming almost mad.

"If I'm no longer Feng Jing, then I'm 'everything.'" Feng Jing's thoughts spread like flames, each thought a new creation, a new breakthrough. He began to feel a sense of clarity from this frenzy. Feng Jing's consciousness exploded like a bomb, setting off a chain reaction in the void. Countless planets exploded instantly, and countless timelines began to intertwine and become chaotic. Every star touched by Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with a blazing brilliance, becoming a reflection of his consciousness.

As Feng Jing's soul continued to push its limits, he suddenly felt himself being held captive by a force. This force emanated from a "presence" deep within his consciousness. Feng Jing suddenly realized that this "presence" wasn't some external force, but rather a previously undiscovered part of his own soul, a "darkness" within his soul that transcended all dimensions. This power had long been gestating within his subconscious, waiting to be awakened.

"You..." Feng Jing's consciousness began to resonate with shock, "I have never discovered this part of power. What is this?"

"I am you." The voice of that power was low and hoarse. "Everything about you, your essence and your roots, comes from me. What you call 'Feng Jing' is nothing more than an 'existence' split from my vast consciousness. And this is your ultimate fate."

At that moment, Feng Jing's soul was torn in two. One half frantically tried to escape this dark force, while the other half yearned to merge with it, to understand the true meaning of this darkness. As this force invaded, Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge with the void, gradually transcending all possibilities and impossibilities. His thoughts began to break through the boundaries of time and space, transcending the limitations of dimensions. He no longer existed in a single space, but became part of all space.

Led by this dark force, Feng Jing witnesses an indescribable vision—countless worlds crumble before his eyes, countless dimensions of time and space shatter around him. Yet this is not the end, but a new beginning. Within these fragments, Feng Jing sees himself from different periods and identities, each one frantically pursuing something. Each Feng Jing experiences a different choice and destiny, each struggling for his own existence, leaping, annihilating, and reborn.

"Do you think you can surpass me?" The dark power said coldly, and Feng Jing's soul began to be devoured. "You are only a part of my creation, a pawn in my endless cycle."

Chapter 621: Infinite Loop, Beyond the Mystery of Existence