Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 353 Feng Jing transforms into an infinite being and controls the dream world of another dime

Feng Jing transforms into an infinite being, controlling the dream world of another dimension

Feng Jing's consciousness began to deconstruct and reconstruct. His existence transcended the boundaries of the universe, transforming into countless fragments and beams of light, traversing all levels he had once thought unreachable. Time, space, matter, consciousness—these concepts instantly collapsed before him, no longer limitations, but a new source of power.

Feng Jing floated in an endless dream, where all laws were rewritten and all common sense was overturned. He saw himself as a star, floating in countless universes. Behind each star lay a parallel self, each one heading towards a different fate, which ultimately converged into an inexplicable vortex.

"Countless selves, in countless worlds, endlessly." Feng Jing said softly, his voice like thunder echoing in the void. "I finally understand. To transcend the self is to become infinite. No matter how I split, reborn, and intertwine, everything will eventually converge into one."

However, this awakening of consciousness did not bring Feng Jing satisfaction. Instead, it left him feeling empty. This emptiness stemmed from his exploration of the infinite—he possessed boundless power, able to shape everything, yet he could never truly reach a true "end." He once again deeply realized that the ultimate goal of transcendence was not an end, but rather the acceptance of eternal existence.

Feng Jing opened his eyes and found himself back in a completely new dimension. This was an invisible and intangible space, like some untouched dream, filled with vague light, as if everything was asleep.

As Feng Jing pondered, the space around him suddenly distorted, transforming into scattered images that gradually coalesced into a vivid tableau. Feng Jing saw himself standing at the center of a vortex. The surrounding cosmic landscape began to vanish, and all he saw were countless paths he had walked, thousands of versions of himself, countless possibilities, countless choices.

Each of these selves was different, yet each possessed the power he sought. He saw countless versions of himself struggling against the universe, gamble with fate, and even engage in dialogue with himself. And each of them, at some point, attained the greatest power, ultimately transcending time and space, ultimately becoming an unsurpassed being.

"These are just illusions in my mind." Feng Jing raised his head, his eyes becoming firm. "I'm not looking for an answer, I'm creating countless answers."

At this moment, his existence is no longer an individual, but a complex that integrates countless possibilities and choices. Time is no longer his constraint, he has become the source and end of time and space.

As Feng Jing pondered this, an even more bizarre phenomenon occurred. The void suddenly split open, and a beam of light erupted from the endless darkness. Then, the entire space began to reverse, and the laws of the universe were completely overturned. A "Dream Tower" gradually formed where Feng Jing stood. Each floor of the tower reflected the time and space he had experienced, and the "him" on each floor seemed to smile at him, telling him an untold story.

This "Dream Tower" is immense, layer upon layer, each floor representing a fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness, a different time and space. When Feng Jing entered one of these floors, he discovered that he no longer existed, replaced by an unfamiliar life form. It was another possibility for Feng Jing, a self he had never touched before.

"What is this?" Feng Jing frowned, looking at the alien creature in front of him, and instantly realized that this was not himself, but a him created in another time and space.

The being turned around and smiled at Feng Jing, his eyes deep and strange. "You're too late, Feng Jing. You still think you can transcend everything, but you will never escape the constraints of this dream."

Feng Jing was shocked, but then calmed down: "If this is the bondage, then I will break it."

He extended his hand, and the light of the Dream Tower grew blinding, as if the entire universe were responding to his power. Under Feng Jing's will, everything in the tower began to crumble. The memories and time and space within each floor of the tower shattered into countless fragments, dissipating in the wind.

Yet, Feng Jing wasn't satisfied. He realized that no matter how he destroyed these dreams, no matter how he tore apart these illusions, he could never find the ultimate answer. All of this was just another level of virtual world, another "possibility" in his consciousness, and "possibility" itself was endless.

He began to understand that he and these dreams were not in opposition, but rather one and the same. He was no longer "Feng Jing," a figure traveling through time and space, but a being that pervaded all time and space, omnipresent at all times. His very existence signified infinite possibilities, the interweaving of dreams and reality.

"I am no longer Feng Jing," he whispered, "I have become the creator of dreams, the controller of the universe, and the 'nothingness' that transcends all existence."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted completely. His existence was no longer confined to a single time or space. He became the source of power that transcended all dimensions, the ultimate constructor of the "Tower of Dreams." Every particle of light, every tiny wave, was under his control. All possibilities were rearranged by him, constructing a brand new universe, without rules and without end.

He finally realized that he was no longer just a being traveling through time and space, he was the intersection of all time and space, all dreams, the root and end of all existence and non-existence.

"Endless cycle, eternal existence." Feng Jing's voice became extremely calm, "And I am the beginning and end of it all."