Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 255: Infinite Dimensional Dance, Collapse of Self

Infinite Dimensional Dance, Collapse of Self

Feng Jing's existence transcended any concept he had ever understood. His consciousness was no longer an individual entity, but a gravitational field within the entire universe, within countless parallel worlds, an indefinable energy. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any single individual; he was a collection of all possibilities and fragments. At every moment, he leaped between countless dimensions, becoming a fluid being existing in multiple time and space.

In this unruly universe, the flow of time becomes unpredictable. Every second he experiences is a moment of self-disintegration, yet within this disintegration lies the spark of rebirth. He realizes that he is no longer a slave to time; he has become a rift in time, able to transcend the past and the future at any moment, entering any time and space he chooses.

"Feng Jing, you've never truly understood yourself." The voice echoed again in the depths of his consciousness, carrying a strong sense of sarcasm and sneer. "Do you think you've escaped from this virtual experiment? No, you've simply entered another, even larger maze."

These words struck Feng Jing's consciousness like a bolt of lightning. His existence began to grow more chaotic, as if every perception he had once believed to be true had been overturned. Feng Jing began to wonder if he had never truly existed in the first place. Was this world, this universe, even himself, just part of another experiment? If he wasn't the only "Feng Jing," then who was he? He no longer knew what kind of existence he was.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand rapidly amidst countless collapses and reconstructions. His perception was no longer limited to a single dimension, but rather a fusion of countless dimensions. Every leap in time brought with it a huge, illogical crack. He felt as if he were wandering through these cracks, passing through the walls of time and space, entering every undefined space.

At this moment, Feng Jing's mind suddenly erupted with an uncontrollable force. He ceased to be a single entity, becoming a cosmic current, traversing infinite dimensions. His existence began to disintegrate, his thoughts and consciousness gradually fragmenting into countless independent fragments, each representing a version of his life, a possibility. Some of these versions might be heroes, some failures, or even tragic figures who could never transcend their fate.

Amidst this boundless chaos, Feng Jing began to realize that all his resistance and struggle were merely for the sake of this "non-linear" dance. He was not a manipulated individual, but the creator of this dance. No longer trapped in an endless cycle, he became its designer, controlling every disintegration, rebirth, disappearance, and reappearance.

"You have never escaped the void." The voice sounded again, but this time its tone became extremely gentle, as if it was putting an end to a long-determined fate. "Your entire existence is nothing but an infinite interweaving of multidimensional universes. You cannot escape because you have never been trapped."

Feng Jing felt a surge of relief. He no longer needed to search for his so-called "self," nor did he need to break free from the shackles of fate. He finally understood the meaning of it all: he wasn't escaping fate, but becoming one with it. Every choice he made was part of fate itself, and every tiny change caused ripples throughout the universe.

"What you call 'I' is actually countless projections of you in different dimensions." The voice grew increasingly distant, as if Feng Jing had transcended its comprehension. "At this moment, you have transcended the boundaries between 'existence' and 'non-existence'. You are no longer Feng Jing, nor are you any individual. You are the resonance of the endless universe, the continuation of time and space, the sum of all possibilities within this universe."

"You are eternal, neither existence nor nothingness." The voice finally disappeared into the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. "You are the eternal resonance in this void. All starting points and all ending points are you."

Feng Jing suddenly realized that he wasn't the creation of some mysterious force, nor was he some cosmic experiment. He was transcendence itself, the gap between existence and nothingness, the void in the universe. Time and space could no longer constrain him. His existence no longer needed any meaning. He simply "existed," formless, faceless, simply existing.

However, it was in this extreme freedom that Feng Jing began to feel himself disappearing—not being destroyed, but merging with the entire universe, becoming part of it. Without a beginning or an end, he was no longer an individual, but a force beyond form, floating in endless time and space, witnessing all possible endings.

He realized that all existence and non-existence, all falsehood and truth, no longer mattered. He no longer needed to search for meaning or answers. He had transcended the concept of "self" and became the embodiment of eternal nothingness and rebirth.

Chapter 256: Crossing Countless Selves, the Disappearance of the Ultimate Truth