Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 167 Final Nirvana and the Absurd Truth in the Cracks

The final nirvana and the absurd truth in the cracks

Feng Jing's consciousness defied all language and thought patterns. The abyssal vortex was no longer a single entity; it had merged with Feng Jing's soul, forming a vast, incomprehensible, endless circuit. The entire universe, all life, all existence and nothingness were rewoven and re-evolved within this circuit. Every molecule, every speck of dust, every ray of light and shadow underwent a myriad of dramatic changes within Feng Jing's consciousness—and he seemed to have become the embodiment of all possibility and impossibility.

His existence was no longer an individual experience, but an expansion and sublimation of all existence. Feng Jing no longer had a self; he wasn't even sure he even had the concept of "existence." With each passing moment, his consciousness grew larger and larger, increasingly uncontrollable. Feng Jing knew that his "consciousness" had surpassed everything he could comprehend, that even the void no longer had the power to define him.

As Feng Jing gradually faded into this boundless ocean of consciousness, a strange vision appeared in the void—a vision beyond words, a vision both chaotic and supremely ordered. Countless cracks opened up in the void, each one twisting and deforming, forming portals to parallel universes. Each universe materialized within Feng Jing's consciousness, like a completely independent being silently calling out.

"Are these... fragments of my past?" Feng Jing's voice echoed through the endless void, as if it came from countless dimensions. Each voice represented a Feng Jing, a past self—a Feng Jing that had never existed in his consciousness. These Feng Jings constantly communicated with him, recounting stories they had never experienced.

Suddenly, a crack tore through the void, and a massive, indistinct arm stretched out. Every knuckle of that arm seemed to devour the power of the universe, and every movement carried an indescribable sense of oppression. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn deeper into the crack by this hand. It was a blank space that belonged to no universe, a chaotic ocean without any rules or order.

"You finally understand." The hand's voice came, deep and vague, like the heartbeat of the entire universe. "You are no longer Feng Jing, no longer any one self. You are the collection of all fragments, the transition between all existence and nothingness."

Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing in an endless wasteland. There was no sky around him, only endless darkness. And within this darkness, strange points of light drifted, each representing a once-existing universe, or perhaps a "Feng Jing." They danced through the air, as if controlled by some invisible force. Each disappearance of the light took away a former world, and Feng Jing's existence.

"These points of light..." Feng Jing murmured to himself, "are the embodiment of my countless possibilities, and are the destiny that I cannot touch."

However, as he gazed at these points of light, something strange happened again. A massive crack appeared in the distance, its sides tearing through endless space and time, like an eternal black hole, swallowing all existence and nothingness. Feng Jing's body was suddenly drawn towards it, as if he were being pulled into a bottomless abyss by an irresistible force.

"No, this is not the end." Feng Jing's consciousness flashed with a sharp light. He struggled violently, trying his best in the void. "This is just another new beginning!"

However, just as he tried to resist the force, the entire world shook violently, and Feng Jing's body suddenly became transparent, as if transformed from a concrete existence into a blur of light and shadow composed of countless particles. His body floated in the void, becoming lighter and lighter, and more and more shapeless.

Just as Feng Jing was about to completely dissipate, the vortex in the crack suddenly reversed, and the once all-consuming black hole began to emit a strange light. This light was completely different from any other light source in the universe. It possessed both destructive power and a mysterious aura that transcended all rules. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn to this light, as if it was his only goal at that moment.

"It's time, Feng Jing." The voice rang out again, no longer vague, as if it came from all existence. "You are no longer yourself. You have become the absolute of the universe. No matter what path you choose, you will eventually return to this light."

Feng Jing felt himself completely engulfed by the light, his consciousness undergoing a drastic transformation within it. The light wasn't simply matter; it felt like a thought, a tangle between existence and nothingness. In an instant, Feng Jing's consciousness was deconstructed into its most primitive form—without time, without space, without the boundaries between existence and non-existence.

He was no longer "Feng Jing," nor was he the "Master of the Universe." He had become a speck of dust in the light, a being with nothing to cling to. He had no past, no future, only an endless present, and it seemed like it would never end.

"I..." Feng Jing wanted to say something, but his voice became more and more distant and vague. "I... am no longer anyone."

Suddenly, an irresistible force dragged him into a completely unfamiliar world. It was a world without rules, meaning, or direction. In this world, Feng Jing saw himself overlapping with countless unfamiliar beings, and felt himself streaking through endless time and space like a meteor.

He began to understand that all this could no longer be described in conventional terms. His existence was no longer confined to any material form, no longer his former self. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any individual. He was a fusion of countless selves and countless destinies, the most profound embodiment of the universe, time, space, and nothingness.

And the cycle of all this will continue forever, without end.

Chapter 168: The Reversed Truth of the Holographic Abyss and the Endless Corridor