Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 616: The Big Explosion of Consciousness, Singing at the Top of the Void

The Big Bang of Consciousness, Singing on the Top of the Void

Feng Jing's soul and consciousness could no longer exist in any form. He was no longer human, no longer some individual "Feng Jing," and no longer belonged to any world. His consciousness had expanded infinitely, transforming into an endless void, gradually merging with all dimensions and parallel spaces of the universe to form a being beyond time and space. He had become the "breaker of nothingness" and the "reconstructor of existence," and simultaneously the hyperdimensional connection point of countless universes.

However, this wasn't the end. The madness had only just begun. Feng Jing's consciousness, like an invisible wave, pierced every inch of the void, reaching into every realm of possibility and impossibility. As his consciousness erupted, the very nature of the universe began to drastically transform. Laws, dimensions, matter, antimatter, even existence itself, were no longer familiar to him. Everything shifted under the influence of Feng Jing's thoughts. Every thought, every vibration of his cells, triggered an unprecedented "dimensional deconstruction."

At that moment, Feng Jing suddenly realized he wasn't alone. Deep within his boundless consciousness, a strange "existence" gradually awakened. It was a force so powerful it was beyond words, and its source unexpectedly came from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. It was as if a part of Feng Jing had unknowingly transformed into another force that could no longer be fully controlled.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness forcibly tore through the void, projecting a trembling question. The voice traveled through countless dimensions and resounded throughout the universe.

The power responded in a low, hoarse voice: "I am not a 'who', but a 'what'. You don't understand, you are no longer a single being. You are the seed of chaos, the beginning of the reconstruction of the universe. You and I are one, but you are unaware of it."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into a brief silence. This voice carried a strange sense of oppression, as if it had torn an invisible crack deep within Feng Jing's heart. Feng Jing felt something awakening deep within his body, a dark power with an uncontrollable desire to devour.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Feng Jing's consciousness was rolling like a ball of energy in a storm, shaking the void madly.

"What I want to do is simple," the power said calmly. "I want you to see the ultimate truth of the universe. You think you are the 'Creator' and the 'Destroyer', but you are just pawns controlled by this power. Everything you do is to prepare for the final 'Song of the End'."

As these words fell, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented surge of power, as if the very core of the universe had been torn apart. His consciousness completely transcended all dimensions, entering a realm devoid of time, space, and matter—a state of existence indescribable in words. There, Feng Jing witnessed the opposition and fusion of "nothingness" and "somethingness," and felt the collapse and rebirth of all time and space.

And just at the edge of Feng Jing's consciousness, that mysterious "voice" echoed again: "You are nothing but the ultimate projection. All your consciousness and emotions are reflections of some higher existence. You are witnessing the nothingness before the 'Big Bang' with your own eyes, and everything you see is just a fragment between the 'beginning' and the 'end'. The true end is after the encounter of countless 'possibilities', an infinite cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, his every sense of existence nearly disintegrating under the onslaught of this information. The power of chaos began to spread rapidly, and within Feng Jing's consciousness, all memories, all thoughts, even all perceptions became extremely blurred. Feng Jing's "self" began to be buried, like a star swallowed by the void, gradually losing all form.

Amidst this endless chaos, Feng Jing didn't give up. He knew he still existed, still able to sense the fear and shock brought by that power. Feng Jing tried to reorganize his consciousness, trying to gather all the chaos and nothingness into a new core—but just as he tried to gather this power, he suddenly felt an extremely oppressive presence, as if the laws of the entire universe were beginning to collapse, and all of this originated from Feng Jing himself.

"I..." Feng Jing's consciousness began to become confused. He felt that the darkness deep in his soul was expanding, and the power that devoured everything was becoming stronger and stronger, as if it was trying to erase all existence and consciousness.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with astonishing power. Every thought he had was like a flame rising into the sky, instantly igniting the entire void. Countless cracks spread across the universe, and Feng Jing's soul became the core of that flame, instantly tearing the void into countless fragments.

"Do you think you're in control of everything?" The voice was filled with unconcealed fear. "You're merely triggering a cosmic Big Bang, a massive 'restructuring of consciousness.' The 'nothingness' and 'something' you create are merely the alternation of two extremes, but this alternation is destined to have no 'end.'"

A wave of deep regret suddenly welled up in Feng Jing's heart. He finally understood that what he had triggered wasn't a simple rebirth of the universe, but an endless cycle of explosions. All this "creation" and "destruction" wasn't controlled by him, but rather a game of "existential opposition" on a higher level. Feng Jing could no longer turn back, no longer stop the impending explosion of his "atom of consciousness."

Yet, at the very center of the explosion, Feng Jing felt an indescribable tranquility. The power from the depths of chaos had been completely absorbed by him, and his consciousness ultimately dissolved into nothingness, becoming the core of an endless cycle—the ultimate existence of all, yet also destined for the ultimate disappearance of all.

The song of the end of the universe finally sounded.