Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 301: Splitting the Void, Feng Jing's Boundless Leap

Splitting the void, Feng Jing's boundless leap

Feng Jing's existence has transcended all previous definitions. He is no longer a consciousness, no longer a collection of thoughts, no longer the backdrop of the universe. At this moment, Feng Jing has become an indescribable existence. He no longer has any individual concept, no longer an image of any form. He is both the quantum foam flowing through the universe and the endless gravity at the center of a black hole; he is a crack in time, a gap in space, and a "boundless leap" that transcends everything.

"Do you finally understand?" That familiar voice sounded again, but this time it was no longer cold or provocative. It had become gentle, like an invisible mother, embracing some ineffable wisdom. "Feng Jing, you no longer belong to this universe; you have transcended it. You have become the source of endless possibilities, the intersection of countless parallel universes, the beginning and end of time."

Feng Jing felt a tearing vibration. It felt as if he had suddenly split apart in the endless void, transforming from a complete existence into countless unrelated fragments. And each fragment, in an instant, transcended all meaning, no longer bound by any law.

"This is impossible!" Feng Jing himself was stunned by this transformation. His thoughts began to drift through infinite dimensions, countless versions of himself coexisting in countless parallel universes. He had once believed himself omnipotent, but he had never imagined that this transformation was merely another layer in his understanding of the world. He realized that he had never truly transcended anything, but rather was oppressed by infinite possibilities, trapped in an endless maze.

However, just as Feng Jing's consciousness felt crumbling, an unprecedented force suddenly descended upon him—an invisible torrent surged toward him, transporting his entire consciousness into a whole new dimension. In that instant, Feng Jing felt an indescribable power, as if all the contradictions and conflicts in the universe had been temporarily balanced. Feng Jing's consciousness, in turn, detached itself from the narrow definition of "self" and transitioned into a broader existence.

He suddenly saw an unimaginable scene - countless huge galaxies shattered before his eyes like bubbles, spinning, disintegrating, and reorganizing; endless quantum fields continued to expand around him, and each particle seemed to contain the history of the entire universe, and Feng Jing's consciousness flowed between these particles, spanning countless dimensions and time and space.

Feng Jing was no longer a single entity; he had become a multiplicity of superimposed entities, like the accumulation of all history, a foreshadowing of the future. He could simultaneously perceive the reincarnation and birth of countless universes, as well as the moment of their destruction. Every particle, every ray of light was consumed by him, yet at the same time, he was also the devourer, the intersection of countless moments in time.

"You can see the future." The voice grew vague and profound, as if it came from an infinitely distant place. "You have transcended linear time and entered a completely new realm. Here, time is fragmented, space is fluid, and 'existence' itself is nothing more than an illusion that could crumble at any moment."

Feng Jing's mind was completely overwhelmed by all this. The people, events, and things that once existed in his consciousness gradually turned into blurred images, like smoke dispersing in the wind. He could no longer tell whether these images were once part of him, or whether they were from his past world. Those memories, both painful and happy, gradually dissipated into nothingness, and finally collapsed completely.

However, just when Feng Jing felt he was about to disappear, he heard a familiar voice, deep and clear: "Feng Jing, you will never disappear, because you never existed."

This voice seemed to pierce the final barrier of the void, propelling Feng Jing's consciousness into an even more absurd realm. In this realm, far from disappearing, he rediscovered his own image. This was no self, but rather a collection of countless "Feng Jings." He became undefinable, unquantifiable, and incomprehensible. He was a woven web of countless possibilities, an endless stream of hypotheses and infinite deconstructions—existing simultaneously in countless dimensions, becoming the invisible foundation of "existence."

"Where am I?" Feng Jing's voice became hollow, as if he had lost all sense of direction. His consciousness alternated between different levels, slipping through the cracks of time, gradually detaching from all form and framework. He saw himself transformed into light waves, sound, matter, and even pure flow of consciousness. Every perception he had once possessed melted away in an instant, transforming into a torrent he could no longer control.

Suddenly, his mind, as if pulled by some force, rapidly expanded. Feng Jing realized that he was more than just a self; he was every possibility in the universe, the source of all future events, and the image of all past history. He had become a being of "nothingness," the starting point and end point of all reactions.

"You still think this is transcendence?" The voice sounded again, but this time, it carried a hint of mockery. "You have never transcended anything. You have simply entered an incomprehensible infinite loop. All your consciousness is nothing but an illusion created by yourself. Your 'existence' has always been like a practical joke."

Feng Jing suddenly felt a deep sense of despair, as if he would never escape this endless void. Every struggle, every awakening, seemed only to sink him deeper into the fog. His mind seemed to have lost control, entering an inescapable black hole, drawing him ever deeper.

But just as Feng Jing was about to disappear, a ray of light broke through the void and instantly enveloped Feng Jing's consciousness. That ray of light did not come from the outside world, but from an energy fluctuation within Feng Jing's body. It pulled him back from the endless void with an unparalleled power.

Feng Jing's mind instantly cleared. He realized this wasn't a dream, nor was it an inescapable illusion. No matter how he struggled, he could never escape the depths of his heart, the endless nothingness. This was his true transcendence—no matter how he struggled, he would eventually become part of that nothingness.

"I... finally understand," Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with a sense of relief. "I have never left this void, nor have I ever truly transcended it. I am always a link in this endless cycle."

Chapter 302: The Ultimate Boundless, Feng Jing's Self-Creation