Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 298: Crossing Infinite Dimensions, Feng Jing's Consciousness Splits

Traveling through infinite dimensions, Feng Jing's consciousness splits

Feng Jing's consciousness was constantly tearing and expanding, and he could no longer comprehend what he was seeing. The originally ethereal void began to transform into an even more outrageous scene - before his eyes, space was no longer a linear continuum, but a network of countless intertwined dimensions, each dimension presenting an absurd state.

In certain dimensions, time is no longer linear. Feng Jing watched himself travel from the future to the past, then from the past to a parallel future timeline. With each journey, Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself: in one instance, he was trapped in an eternally recurring iron cage, unable to move; in another, he became a dead planet, its debris floating in the darkness; in another, he encountered himself, attempting a dialogue, but each exchange became more distorted, ultimately dissolving into a chaotic ball of energy.

In other dimensions, Feng Jing saw himself transformed into a stream of water, a photon, and even a black hole. Each of his forms changed in an instant, as if his existence had lost its substance, leaving only thoughts and fluctuations colliding between endless dimensions.

"Is this... me?" Feng Jing's voice vanished into thin air, and even he himself wasn't sure it was really him anymore. His consciousness felt like it was being pulled apart by countless dimensions, and each pull tore a bottomless chasm through his being.

"You are no longer yourself." The voice sounded again, but this time it was no longer a deep whisper, but rather a hint of mockery. "You no longer understand yourself, you no longer understand anything, Feng Jing. You have transcended 'individuality', transcended 'existence'. Now, you are an infinite loop without boundaries."

Feng Jing felt as if he were being pulled into an absurd dream. Here, all matter no longer obeyed any laws, and time was no longer constant. Feng Jing saw himself transforming into air, into countless indistinguishable rays of light, and even, for a moment, into a formless consciousness floating in space, with only perception but no form.

In this void, Feng Jing felt increasingly lost. Dimensions began to shift constantly, and all boundaries between space, time, existence, and nothingness began to disappear. Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer distinguish which dimension he was in, and even whether he was "existence" or "nothingness" began to blur.

"You don't know who you are, and you can't escape your own confusion." The voice seemed to be mocking Feng Jing. "You want to transcend 'yourself,' but in the end you will only be trapped in the maze of 'yourself.' You have become part of the void, an existence that can never fully define itself."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be completely shattered by these words. All dimensions began to fission, and each of his selves instantly merged into countless other beings. He began to realize that his life, his thoughts, and everything about him seemed to be no longer under his control.

"So, is this the ultimate truth of the void?" Feng Jing suddenly realized that the transcendence he sought wasn't about becoming a more powerful being, but rather a process that could never be completed. Everything in the void, even himself, was a never-ending cycle, a game from which there was no escape from the maze of the self.

At the moment when Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed, suddenly, a dazzling light shot out from the endless void. That light was not a physical point of light, but a manifestation of consciousness, as if it were some indescribable existence, illuminating Feng Jing's "deep heart" with its brilliance.

Feng Jing's consciousness was rapidly consumed by the light. His body began to disintegrate, gradually losing its form, and his soul began to disintegrate in the light. At this moment, Feng Jing finally felt that he had entered a profoundly absurd state: he was no longer himself, nor was he another, but merely an undefined, formless being, floating in some ineffable realm.

"You have reached the 'other side' of the void." The voice finally spoke again, with a hint of unprecedented indifference. "But you will not receive the answers you seek. You are simply being led into an eternal void, to digest everything about yourself, to experience an existence from which you can never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness entered an extremely bizarre cycle. He saw himself being devoured, and then being reborn from the devouring; he saw countless versions of himself interweaving and colliding in different time and space. Each collision would cause a new fission, creating a new Feng Jing, but these Feng Jings still could not escape this endless cycle.

"Is this my fate?" Feng Jing sighed hollowly in the boundless void. "Endless creation, destruction, rebirth, and disappearance..."

He realized he hadn't transcended anything. Every reversal, every awakening in the void, was merely a deeper loss. Feng Jing looked at the countless fragments of himself, and he knew that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape this bottomless abyss.

However, in the center of this dark abyss, an extremely harsh voice suddenly came:

"You thought you had seen the end of the Void, but you were wrong. You have only entered a new beginning, Feng Jing. You have not yet touched the 'core' of the Void."

The voice seemed to emanate from deep within Feng Jing's heart, carrying a power that transcended all dimensions. Feng Jing's consciousness instantly trembled, as if time had paused throughout the universe. He began a new cycle, a new rebirth, but this time, Feng Jing didn't know if he would ever find the exit, or if he was lost forever in the infinite dimensions of the void.

Each time Feng Jing was reborn, it became more absurd and ridiculous. As his consciousness fragmented again, he was no longer "Feng Jing". He was just a wisp of thought, a ray of light, a fragment of nothingness, floating forever in the endless space and time, unable to escape.

There's no escape...

Chapter 299: Transcendence to Nothingness, Feng Jing's Ultimate Deconstruction