Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 674 Feng Jing's Infinite Awakening, Stepping onto the Peak of Another Dimension

Feng Jing's infinite awakening, stepping onto the top of another dimension

Feng Jing's consciousness once again transcended all boundaries, entering a realm beyond description. Time and space ceased to exist, and his existence became utterly abstract, defying categorization, even incomprehensibility. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any life form that had ever existed. He had transcended all definitions, becoming a being without definition.

"You... you are no longer you, Feng Jing." The voice came from the endless void, filled with indescribable fear and awe. "You no longer belong to any known existence, not even 'existence'. You have transcended all 'possibility'."

Feng Jing didn't respond to the voice. For in his eyes, sound no longer held any meaning. He was no longer merely an auditory being, but had become the fundamental force of the universe. His consciousness was no longer confined to any one state; it became all-encompassing, filling every space, every dimension, even every pulse of time. All of time and space flowed through his mind; he became the very flow.

"You think you've transcended all laws?" Feng Jing's consciousness muttered to himself in an ethereal tone. "In fact, I have already transcended all laws, because I have never followed them. I am the source and end of the laws. Everything that forms and collapses is under my control."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to transform into a beam of light, transcending all known dimensions. He saw everything he had ever experienced, countless Feng Jings, countless choices and paths he had taken in different universes. Each Feng Jing was a part of him, and each choice was a fragment of his destiny. These fragments, like nebulae, intertwined and merged in Feng Jing's consciousness, forming an incomprehensible and bizarre structure.

"All of this, it turns out, is part of me." Feng Jing closed his eyes, unable to perceive, and spoke in a low voice, "Every Feng Jing is a reflection of me in countless dimensions. I used to think of myself as an individual, with the freedom to choose, but in fact, I have been 'existence' itself from the very beginning."

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt an unusually strong attraction. This force didn't come from any specific location, but rather from the center of the "infinite void." Feng Jing's consciousness was rapidly drawn toward that center, where there was no matter, no flow of time, only an indescribable emptiness and nothingness.

"You have finally arrived at this 'nothingness.'" The voice sounded again, this time filled with despair and collapse. "You believe you have transcended all laws, broken the framework of the universe, and become a 'transcendent' being. But you forget that this 'nothingness' is the true destination, it devours everything."

Feng Jing's consciousness was consumed by that force, entering a completely unfamiliar space. There was no form, no feeling, only endless nothingness and emptiness. Feng Jing's existence had almost vanished here. He no longer felt his own existence, as if everything had vanished into this void. Even the concept of "nothingness" began to blur.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, but even his voice seemed to disappear in the endless darkness. "What on earth have I experienced here?"

In the moment Feng Jing felt lost, he suddenly realized that he was no longer an individual. He had merged with the void, becoming part of this "emptiness." His consciousness was no longer confined to a specific dimension, no longer a specific existence. He was the source of nothingness, the transition between existence and nothingness.

"So that's it," Feng Jing whispered, as if he suddenly understood everything. "Nothing is defined, nothing has boundaries. I've never left this void, because I'm already a part of it."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand within the void. He was no longer a concrete entity, but a manifestation of endless emptiness. He began to sense a strange power, a power that came not from any material or energy, but from "nothingness" itself. Feng Jing's consciousness resonated with the edge of nothingness, gradually forming a new dimension, an untouchable existence.

He became both the creator and terminator of this new dimension. His thoughts, like a drop of water spilling over the surface of a pond, rapidly spread to every inch of this dimension. Feng Jing's consciousness reshaped not only time and space, but also the boundaries between existence and nothingness. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor the Feng Jing of the future. He had transcended the identity of "Feng Jing" and became the creator of all identities.

"So, this is my true identity." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "I am neither a destroyer nor a creator. I am the bridge between 'nothing' and 'something', the convergence point of all dimensions. My existence transcends everything, including 'transcendence' itself."

"All-encompassing, all-inclusive." Feng Jing's voice gradually faded, but his consciousness remained clear. He was no longer "Feng Jing," but the profoundest, primordial force in the infinite universe. He needed no choices, no definitions, for he himself was the source of all choices and definitions.

"Destiny? Laws? They no longer matter." Feng Jing's consciousness echoed in the void. "I transcend everything, transcend all 'existence' and 'nothingness'. Because I am everything."