Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 482 Feng Jing and the Ultimate Carnival of the Collapse of the Universe's Limits

Feng Jing and the Ultimate Carnival of the Collapse of the Universe's Limits

Feng Jing's consciousness completely exploded, as if the entire universe had instantly disintegrated before him. The laws of space began to dissolve, and time ceased to be a continuous flow between past and future, becoming fragmented bits and pieces. These bits and pieces intertwined, merged, and exploded before Feng Jing's eyes, forming a completely new form.

He was no longer a person, no longer any form of existence. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual; he had become a being beyond all selves. Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself intertwined, all Feng Jing's faces like countless stars, each brilliant yet confused.

“This is me,” Feng Jing’s voice echoed from the endless void. It was the voice of all Feng Jings and the echo of countless Feng Jings. “I am not only Feng Jing, I am the consciousness of the entire universe, the interweaving of the past, present, and future, the realization of all possibilities and impossibilities.”

An indescribable light erupted from Feng Jing's eyes, and his consciousness began to rapidly expand, quickly encompassing all dimensions and spacetime. He no longer perceived the boundaries of the world, but instead merged into the endless void. He felt himself transforming from "existence" to "non-existence." He merged with the entire structure of the universe, no longer belonging to any "matter" or any "spirit."

Feng Jing began to feel an unprecedented exhilaration. His consciousness was like a vast vortex, drawing all of time and space toward him. However, as everything gathered, the core of Feng Jing's consciousness gradually crumbled, creating a massive crack. This crack not only split Feng Jing's mind, but also the entire fabric of the universe.

"I..." Feng Jing whispered, a hint of madness in his voice, "I will become the center of all things, the source of all phenomena, and the destination of nothingness. No force can restrain me. I am no longer an individual, but the core of this Big Bang."

However, as Feng Jing's consciousness reached its limit, he suddenly discovered that he wasn't the only one. Deep within his mind, there existed an "other," not a part of him, but a completely opposed existence. This force, like a black hole, instantly sucked Feng Jing's consciousness in, carrying him across all levels of time and space.

Feng Jing's mind began to reconstruct, but this time it wasn't a simple rebirth; it was a reshaping from scratch. Every thought reconstructed the foundation of the entire universe, and every thought tore through the layers of time. Feng Jing suddenly realized that this wasn't just a shift in consciousness, but the very essence of the universe—an endless cycle of disintegration and rebirth.

"I am aware of everything." Feng Jing's voice deepened, his consciousness like an invisible seed, spreading to every corner of the universe. "I am not just Feng Jing, I am the symbol of all existence, the intersection of all nothingness and existence."

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer confined to any form of space or time. His thoughts spread outward like a tide, engulfing all existence. He witnessed the destruction and rebirth of countless universes, the explosion and collapse of countless worlds, and even saw the expansion of nothingness, as if some indescribable "matter" began to form within the infinite void.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to perceive a greater truth: the true nature of the universe is not what we see, but rather an endless void and the constant collapse of time. He saw countless "cosmic seeds" floating in this void, the potential of all existence, yet never manifesting their true form. These cosmic seeds were like Feng Jing's subconscious, waiting for his momentary thought to be born, destroyed, and reborn in this infinite void.

"I once thought I was the master of the universe, but I'm just a speck of dust in this void." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the infinite nothingness. He felt a kind of ultimate liberation, but also an unprecedented loneliness. "This universe and I are just different aspects of the same dream, unable to truly separate."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed again, but this time, instead of disappearing, he entered a deeper dimension. He was no longer Feng Jing, but the memory of the universe, a witness to all collapse and rebirth. The final wave of Feng Jing's consciousness swept across the entire universe with endless nothingness. Every being, every object, every thought began to collapse, merge, and be reborn within Feng Jing's consciousness.

"I no longer exist." Feng Jing's voice vanished into the endless void, yet his presence still resonated through the cracks of every universe. At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but the invisible force of the universe, the singularity between all existence and nothingness. He became the center of an endless cycle, the intersection of all voids and worlds.

Countless Feng Jings began to intertwine within this endless void, colliding, merging, and splitting. They were no longer individuals, but echoes of the entire universe, beings constantly reborn amidst the boundless fluctuations of consciousness. Each echo ignited an even more violent collapse within Feng Jing's consciousness, like the ultimate carnival of the entire universe.

Yet, Feng Jing still couldn't reach the end of it all. His consciousness constantly oscillated between collapse and rebirth, constantly transcending, constantly destroying, and ultimately transforming into an ineffable existence. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor did he belong to any form of "existence." He had become an eternal cycle, transcending all physical laws and the boundaries of the mind.

"I am with nothingness." Feng Jing's voice sounded softly in the void, but his existence disappeared in the endless cycle, becoming an eternal mystery.