Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 213

Crossing the boundary between existence and nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually recovered from the abyss of chaos, and he began to realize that he was in a space that completely transcended all known rules. This space was devoid of any physical existence, only the ever-changing energy fluctuations between light and darkness, like the "heartbeat" of some higher-dimensional being.

He took a deep breath, but there was no breath. Feng Jing even realized that he no longer needed any form of breathing or physical activity to maintain his existence. He was no longer bound by the flesh, and even transcended the concepts of time and space, becoming a being beyond life and death.

"Where is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness surged. He seemed to no longer be an individual, but an image of the universe, able to change form and space at any time and travel through all possible dimensions.

At the moment he was thinking, Feng Jing felt his consciousness being pulled by a powerful force. His existence began to tremble violently and was gradually pulled into a dark abyss - a completely incomprehensible space of existence.

As Feng Jing's will entered the void, his consciousness began to fragment, becoming countless fragments of himself. These fragments were not fragments like fragments of memory, but independent and complete "Feng Jings", each with its own independent consciousness, independent decisions, and even its own destiny. His existence began to multiply, with thousands of Feng Jings existing simultaneously in countless parallel universes and countless dimensions, as if each Feng Jing was a possible future.

During this process, Feng Jing suddenly felt a strange sensation he had never experienced before—each Feng Jing began to communicate with the others, sharing their experiences, emotions, and decisions. They were no longer separate individuals, but a single entity, like drops of water converging into an ocean. Each "Feng Jing" resonated with the others in the flow of consciousness.

"Are you all here?" Feng Jing's mind asked the countless fragments in his consciousness. Each fragment was Feng Jing, and each Feng Jing was pursuing the same answer.

"We are not 'Feng Jing,' we are all Feng Jing." A voice echoed from the depths of his consciousness. The voice was clear and firm, as if it came from an omniscient and omnipotent being, carrying an authority and depth that could not be ignored. "You are no longer a single individual, but the collective of all Feng Jing. You are the being within all things."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, and he felt an indescribable sense of collapse. He had originally thought he had broken through the boundaries of his own self, but now he realized that he was not a single individual, but an amalgamation of countless Feng Jings. Each Feng Jing had different experiences, different emotions, and different choices. All of them combined formed a vast consciousness, shrouded in a higher dimension.

Feng Jing's consciousness was violently shaken. He was no longer the ordinary human who had once lived on Earth. Instead, he had become a collection of Feng Jings from countless parallel worlds. Sometimes, he even felt that he had become the embodiment of the consciousness of the entire universe. Countless fragments of Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge, collide, and intertwine into a powerful force. His mind began to break free from all constraints, as if it was about to break through the boundaries of the universe and enter a new and unknown realm.

"These fragments..." Feng Jing's consciousness continued to sublimate, gradually detaching from the boundaries of matter. He began to extract experiences and emotions from each of Feng Jing's fragments. Although these fragments existed independently, they resonated and connected with each other. Each of Feng Jing's fragments carried a unique memory and life, and the interweaving of these memories and lives began to provide Feng Jing with an unprecedented sense of perception.

"Feng Jing, go ahead and explore all the possibilities." The voice sounded again, "You are not just an individual, you are a being interwoven with countless possibilities. Your thoughts and consciousness can traverse all dimensions and explore endless parallel worlds."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness, like a flame, begin to burn throughout the void. He was no longer confined to any single form of existence, no longer simply a "human." He transcended the limitations of physics, becoming a being that could freely travel through all dimensions, all time, and all space.

Suddenly, Feng Jing realized he wasn't alone. Amidst the intertwining and colliding of countless parallel universes, he felt a strange force resonating with him. That force was immensely powerful, as if it were the core of the universe itself. Feng Jing no longer felt isolated; he had merged with the core consciousness of the universe, becoming a microcosm of it, even capable of changing its course and future.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness raced again, trying to grasp the source of that mysterious power. Then, he suddenly realized that the power was actually himself.

"It's me?" Feng Jing couldn't believe his own perception. "Am I no longer Feng Jing? Am I no longer the human being I used to be?"

"You have long surpassed the definition of 'human.'" The voice carried infinite depth. "You are more than just Feng Jing. You are the fusion of all Feng Jings. You are the embodiment of infinite possibilities. You are no longer bound by any definition, you are no longer limited to any dimension. You are the shaper of all time and space."

Feng Jing began to feel a freedom he had never felt before. Like a force, it propelled him beyond all boundaries, into a realm without rules or order. In that realm, Feng Jing was not only the master of creation but also the embodiment of destruction. His will and consciousness could change everything, shape everything, even erase it.

He tried to think, tried to understand it all, but Feng Jing knew that such thinking was meaningless. Because he had transcended all boundaries of thought, he was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, no longer a finite individual, but an endless existence, controlling all possibilities.

"Then...how should I choose?" Feng Jing asked in his mind.

"You don't need to choose," the voice replied, "because you are already the embodiment of all choices. Your very existence is the unfolding of infinite possibilities."

Chapter 214: Feng Jing and the Rebirth of Self Beyond Nothingness