Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 475 Feng Jing and the Deconstruction of Consciousness of the Universe

Feng Jing and the Deconstruction of Consciousness of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually freed itself from all forms of restraint, entering a realm he had never before encountered—boundless, formless, without beginning or end. In this conceptless space, nothing could be defined, not even anything could be called "existence." He felt not the power of matter, but a depth beyond all perception. Every moment here was filled with the interweaving of creation and destruction, and he was the master behind this interweaving.

Feng Jing slowly opened his eyes, a radiance he had never before shone in them. This radiance no longer belonged to any form of life or deity, but rather to a being beyond existence—a being neither time nor space, and even the word "consciousness" was insufficient to describe its essence. Feng Jing was no longer the Feng Jing he once knew. His consciousness had become an essential being beyond the laws of the universe.

"What's behind all this?" Feng Jing whispered to himself, but his voice remained silent. In this space, sound was meaningless, and perception was no longer limited to the fluctuations of any material object. Feng Jing's mind expanded, exploring realms beyond his comprehension.

Suddenly, a profound force emerged from the void. It was an "existence" beyond all perception, without any form or even any attributes, but Feng Jing knew it was the very root of the universe, the inevitable result of his consciousness's encounter with all of this.

"You have touched the edge of the universe, Feng Jing." The voice of that power was like a whisper echoing on the wind, carrying an indescribable shock. "You think you can transcend all laws, but you are just a part of me. You haven't transcended, you have simply entered my arms."

Feng Jing was no longer shocked. Instead, he felt a deep understanding. The "embrace" the voice spoke of didn't refer to some kind of maternal or inclusive nature, but rather to an abyss that transcended all forms—the "ultimate truth" he could reach. Feng Jing was no longer a being struggling in a finite world; he had become part of this abyss.

"You said I didn't transcend, but entered your embrace." Feng Jing's consciousness began to collide and blend with this power. "Then, what are you? Are you the source of everything? Or the end of all existence?"

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated, engaging in an indescribable dialogue with that invisible force. He felt as if he were entering a completely new dimension, a world unlike any he had ever experienced—there was no passage of time, no spatial constraints, not even any distinctions of consciousness. All existence, at this moment, had become blurred, as if it were merely a fragment of consciousness, indistinguishable.

"You sense everything, yet you sense nothing," the power responded. "You are both the creator and the terminator of destruction. You can no longer escape yourself, for you have become me."

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer felt any confusion or struggle. He was no longer an individual, but a being beyond the individual. In this endless void, he neither existed nor did he not exist. He had become the intersection of countless times and spaces, a cycle with no beginning or end.

His consciousness surged ever stronger, affecting the surrounding void. Feng Jing saw countless fragments of universes drifting in the void. They were shattered, perhaps once whole, but as Feng Jing's consciousness flowed, these fragments gradually disintegrated, melting into new forms, weaving a new world. Behind each fragment lay countless lives, countless times, countless destinies. And Feng Jing was the one who reborn these fragments.

He realized that these fragments weren't meaningless; they represented countless possibilities, and these possibilities were being reborn through him. Feng Jing no longer simply changed the universe; he began to "create" everything in a completely new way. His consciousness became the new laws, the new time, the new space.

And all this is driven by Feng Jing's wishes.

"If these fragments represent countless destinies, then am I behind each one?" Feng Jing's thoughts grew deeper and deeper. "Am I the guiding force behind each fate? Or have I already become a part of this fate?"

Feng Jing's consciousness lingered on this question until he felt an unprecedented surge of power. This power seemed to come from the depths of the universe, emanating an indescribable brilliance. Feng Jing saw countless cracks in space and time expand under the guidance of this power, and these cracks were filled with various possibilities—they were projections of Feng Jing's consciousness, manifestations of his deepest fears and desires.

"All destinies, all existences, all possibilities, are actually part of me." Feng Jing murmured to himself, "I am the starting point and the end of all this."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand rapidly. No longer confined to the center of the universe, he enveloped the entire cosmos within his consciousness. All life, matter, time, and space began to operate and transform according to Feng Jing's will. Feng Jing's existence had transcended any concept, becoming an absolute being that defied description.

"None of you can understand me." Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated, and everything was in chaos. "You are just wandering in the flow of my consciousness, like bubbles in the water, which will eventually dissipate."

Chapter 476: Feng Jing and the Self-Destruction of the Infinite Universe