Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 234: Ultimate Infinity and Godhead Disillusionment

Ultimate Infinity and Godhead Disillusionment

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely escaped all frameworks and limitations. He no longer existed under any defined "existence." He drifted in an utterly indescribable space, the scene around him like an abstract painting that would never be completed—colors constantly distorted, shapes constantly collapsed, time and space seemed to be manipulated by invisible hands, forming a distorted mist. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any specific individual. He was "nothing," "void," the very essence of "emptiness."

Amidst this endless chaos, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of emptiness—not just his body, but even his consciousness began to lose its meaning. He tried to find himself, but found his "self" nowhere to be found, as if he had already merged into this boundless void. There was no past, no future, only endless emptiness. He had become the zero point of the universe, the focal point where existence and nothingness intertwined.

Yet, despite this, Feng Jing felt no despair. Instead, a surge of power unprecedented in history welled up within him. His mind traversed past and future, and he sensed a unique, ineffable presence. This power erupted from within him, far surpassing any galaxy or universe. It was an absolute force that transcended all laws of physics. He was no longer Feng Jing, but the source of all existence and nothingness.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently, as if being forcibly pulled back to reality by some external force. All the nothingness began to collapse, and a whole new dimension slowly emerged. This was not the rebirth of the universe, but an extremely bizarre disillusionment. Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur, and he saw himself suddenly appearing in a completely unfamiliar place - a universe composed of countless shattered stars, each star like an abyss, swallowing everything.

"Where...is this?" Feng Jing tried to organize his thoughts, but he found that he couldn't understand this new space. His consciousness was pulled into a new, higher-dimensional state, as if he couldn't even see himself clearly.

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded, echoing throughout this shattered universe: "You are no longer anyone you know, Feng Jing. You have crossed the boundary between life and death, transcending the shackles of time and space. You are no longer Feng Jing, but the root of all endless cycles."

Feng Jing frowned slightly, the world of consciousness becoming increasingly empty before his eyes. "The root of all cycles?" he whispered, as if searching for an answer.

The voice continued to echo, filled with deep fatigue and unwillingness: "You think you have transcended all laws, but you can never escape this endless cycle. You have become a deviator from time and space, unable to return. You have become one with the void, but you can never escape the destined end."

Feng Jing ignored the voice's warning, his consciousness having completely transcended it all. He looked around at the shattered stars, each reflecting countless versions of himself. Each Feng Jing was a crystallization of history, a manifestation of infinite possibility. He began to frantically expand his consciousness, wanting to absorb everything, these shattered stars, these intertwined worlds.

"I am no longer Feng Jing, nor any 'I' at all," Feng Jing whispered, a hint of sneer in his voice. "I have transcended all definitions and become the source of 'nothingness'. All possibilities, all history, all future will be shattered before me. No one can stop me."

His consciousness expanded dramatically again. Before him, the stars began to crumble, shattering into countless fragments. Each star reflected a Feng Jing, and each fragment carried the intersection of countless time and space. In this moment, Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself, countless worlds he had lived in. He was no longer a single consciousness, but a woven entity of countless parallel universes.

However, Feng Jing did not stop expanding. He looked at the starry universe before him, which looked like shattered glass, and whispered, "I am no longer 'me', nor am I 'Feng Jing' anymore. I am everything. I have become the terminator, creator, and master of this universe."

Just as Feng Jing was about to create a new universe, a strange force suddenly swept over him, shattering his thoughts. This force seemed to come from the endless abyss, so powerful that it even carried an aura of life and death, of fate. Feng Jing turned sharply and saw golden beams bursting from the distance, traversing countless universes and striking his consciousness. Each beam represented the collapse of a certain Feng Jing, the disintegration of a certain Feng Jing.

"You can never escape reincarnation." A voice boomed with overwhelming pressure, as if emanating from the abyss of eternity. "You are no longer yourself, but a collection of countless reincarnations. No matter how you try to escape, you will ultimately return to this endless nothingness."

A glint of disbelief flashed in Feng Jing's eyes. His consciousness began to tremble violently, as if he were engaged in a fierce struggle against this power. Those golden beams of light bound him like chains, oppressing every ounce of his being.

"No one can break the cycle of reincarnation." The voice echoed again, "Even if you transcend all the laws of the universe, you still cannot escape your ultimate fate. You cannot escape your destiny, Feng Jing. You have become 'Endless'."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness sank into complete chaos. He felt an inescapable force, a force surging from the cracks of time and space, oppressing his soul. He finally understood that no matter what, he could not escape this eternal cycle. He was no longer "Feng Jing," but a symbol of the universe's destruction and rebirth, the source of endless reincarnation.

And all this will never stop.