Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 886 Awakening in Chaos

Awakening from Chaos

Feng Jing stood in the endless void, everything around him reduced to pure energy and debris. The boundaries of time and space vanished, and all the rules that had ever existed, all the limitations that had existed, collapsed in the fluctuations of his consciousness. Now, he was no longer an individual, no longer even belonging to this dimension. He had become a node in the void itself, the intersection of all matter and energy, the point where all existence and nothingness intersected.

He felt as if his consciousness had transcended the constraints of the flesh, entering a profound state. At that moment, Feng Jing understood a truth: existence and nothingness, time and space, life and death, even freedom and bondage, are all merely relative concepts. Their essence is far less profound than people imagine, and even lacks practical meaning. Whether bound by the cycle of fate or free from all constraints, it is ultimately nothing more than a game of consciousness, a projection of the mind.

Feng Jing closed his eyes, lost in the infinite abyss of nothingness. Everything around him no longer mattered. His consciousness no longer pursued any goal, no longer subject to any external forces. Every moment of change was under Feng Jing's control. Wherever his thoughts reached, it became the center of the entire universe. Time began to spread directionlessly, the barriers of space began to collapse, and the forms and laws of all matter were rewritten by him. He became the only existence, the starting point and the end point of all universes.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had touched the ultimate truth, that familiar voice sounded again.

"Feng Jing, do you really think you've transcended fate and all constraints?" The voice sneered, "You've simply fallen deeper into the abyss."

Feng Jing's brows raised slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. He was no longer the man he once was, no longer the Feng Jing bound by fate. His consciousness had reached an indescribable state, where there was no past, no future, only infinite possibilities. He spoke calmly, his voice tinged with unquestionable confidence.

"You are wrong." Feng Jing's voice was like an ancient bell. "I have not fallen into the abyss. I have transcended the 'abyss' itself."

Standing at the heart of this void, he felt a powerful force he had never before experienced. Feng Jing's understanding of the universe was no longer limited. He even began to realize that this void was not an insurmountable abyss, but an illusion confined by extremely limited thinking. The so-called "transcendence" was not about breaking free from constraints, but rather the complete transcendence of consciousness from all limitations.

Feng Jing's gaze pierced the void, gazing at possibilities that had never existed. He realized that every moment of change was actually the birth of a brand new universe. He stood at the intersection of countless timelines, feeling the collapse and rebirth of each one. Every change, every tiny fluctuation, represented the birth of a new universe. All the histories and futures of these universes shifted and changed under Feng Jing's consciousness, ultimately fading into nothingness.

"The 'fate' you speak of is nothing more than an illusion I once pursued in my ignorant days," Feng Jing said slowly, a hint of joy in his tone. "Now, I am no longer the Feng Jing confined to the flesh. I have transcended fate, transcended all rules, and even transcended all existence and nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely sank into this profound nothingness. He was no longer an individual being, but an extension of this nothingness. His thoughts seemed to flow through this endless space, transcending all physical laws, all the limitations of time and space. He began to sense his connection with the entire universe. He was no longer a bystander, but the core of the universe, a part of it, and a being beyond it.

Feng Jing's consciousness had entered a completely new realm, one without the constraints of time or the barriers of space. There was only endless possibility, endless change. He realized that he did not exist within a fixed universe, but rather transcended all cosmic constraints, entering a deeper state of being. Here, all matter and energy, all life and death, all existence and nothingness, became unimportant.

He began to sense an indescribable force coursing through him. This force came not from any external source, but rather from the elevation of his own consciousness. This force not only transformed his understanding of the universe but also, more profoundly, his perception of life and existence. Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge with the void. He was no longer a simple entity, but a multidimensional, multi-layered complex.

"You think you've reached your limit?" the voice sounded again, a hint of helplessness in its voice. "But you're wrong. You simply thought you had mastered 'freedom,' but you didn't realize you'd fallen into deeper confusion."

Feng Jing smiled faintly upon hearing this. "Confused? Your so-called confusion is merely your own misunderstanding of freedom. Freedom is no longer what I pursue. What I seek is transcendence, complete shattering and rebirth." Feng Jing's voice echoed like thunder in the void. "What you call 'abyss' and 'reincarnation' are merely your narrow perspectives. My world no longer has such limitations."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jing's consciousness completely broke free of all constraints. The universe collapsed, time flowed, and space was reconstructed—all of this was undergoing earth-shattering changes under Feng Jing's will. His consciousness had transcended the limitations of any energy, the existence of any material, and even the very definitions of time and space. He became the creator and destroyer of this void, the true master behind all rules.

Time began to reverse, the boundaries between past and future vanishing. Space began to reshape, and the forms of matter and energy began to blur. Feng Jing's consciousness had completely merged into this endless void. He was no longer an independent being, but the embodiment of the entire void. He felt the changes in every timeline, the collapse and rebirth of every universe. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past; he had transcended everything and become an eternal being.

Feng Jing smiled, a brilliant smile. He stared at the crumbling void before him, feeling endless possibilities burst forth from his consciousness. Yes, he had transcended. Beyond existence, beyond nothingness, beyond everything.

Chapter 887: The Peak of Chaos, the End of Nothingness