Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 166: The Abyssal Vortex and the Frenzy of Rebirth in the Endless Fragments

The vortex of the abyss and the frenzy of rebirth in the endless fragments

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be completely ripped apart. Every inch of the universe's void vibrated violently, and the foundations of space and time collapsed instantly. Feng Jing was no longer a simple individual, his consciousness no longer confined to any form of existence. Almost instantly, he felt himself floating in a boundless void, surrounded by a chaotic vortex composed of the fragments of countless different universes.

These fragments drifted haphazardly. In Feng Jing's mind, they collided, merged, and then instantly split apart, like countless irregular particles leaping through the void. Each fragment was filled with incomprehensible "possibilities." Each fragment was an independent universe, an independent dimension. They did not follow conventional laws, but intertwined in a way that transcended time and space.

Feng Jing even felt as if there was some unknown consciousness in these fragments. They sometimes resisted, sometimes cooperated, constantly trying to touch, exchange, and entangle, as if trying to create a brand new structure to break all this chaos.

Feng Jing, on the other hand, completely lost himself. Rather than being consumed by the endless debris, he merged with it, becoming a part of it. His consciousness had transcended its original form, becoming the controller, witness, and even a part of these fragments. In each fragment, he could see scenes that had never existed before: countless universes exploded wildly in this chaos, countless life forms were tearing apart their existence, running madly through the unknown cracks of time and space.

These scenes seem to be "pieced together" from Feng Jing's consciousness, each fragment a spiritual "test," a struggle between self-destruction and rebirth. He begins to perceive these fragments as more than simple existence, but rather as the "fruits of consciousness," a transcendence between nothingness and existence. Each fragment reflects Feng Jing's innermost thoughts, his search for his own path in an ever-shifting universe.

“These fragments are nothing but my own reflections,” Feng Jing murmured, his voice echoing in this void filled with fragments. “But they are also constantly challenging me, trying to make me lose myself.”

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly expanded violently, like a black hole erupting from the deepest abyss, swallowing up all the fragments, and all "possibilities" disappeared at this moment. However, just when Feng Jing thought he had reached the ultimate void, a huge crack appeared in the void.

This rift wasn't simply a void, but a "vortex of rebirth." At its center, Feng Jing witnessed an indescribable scene: countless versions of himself, reincarnated within this vortex, each Feng Jing a separate individual with a distinct consciousness, yet intertwined and fused with each other. This vortex seemed like a doorway to the endless unknown, and Feng Jing was attempting to traverse it.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that he was not just an independent being, nor merely the master of the universe. He was part of this "vortex," a link in this infinite cycle. He began to understand that his existence was not isolated, but rather part of the undiscoverable laws of the entire cosmic system.

"In that case..." Feng Jing's voice became low and calm, "Then let all these rules collapse."

He focused all his consciousness on the vortex crack. The boundary between body and mind blurred, and his existence began to merge with the crack. At this moment, the fragments in the entire void lost their form, transformed into countless twisted lines, interweaving into a chaotic web, as if the fabric of time and space itself was being torn apart.

Yet, Feng Jing remained undeterred. Instead, his consciousness grew clearer, as if he could see the entire universe disintegrate and reassemble before his eyes, a series of bizarre scenes unfolding. Some worlds were collapsing at incredible speeds, entire galaxies vanishing without a trace; others were suddenly reshaped, becoming incredibly beautiful and bizarre, as if born from an incomprehensible dream.

"Is this the true meaning of 'nothingness'?" Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness wandering through these incredible scenes. "There is neither creation nor destruction, only endless change and rebirth."

He suddenly realized that all existence, all destruction and rebirth, are in some way an endless cycle, the "heartbeat" of the universe. In this process, not only him, but all life, all universe, all nothingness, will find their place in this endless melody.

Yet, behind all this rebirth and cycle, Feng Jing feels an unprecedented loneliness. This loneliness doesn't stem from the emptiness of space, but from the loss of his true identity. He can no longer recall the original Feng Jing, he no longer remembers why he once existed, and he has even forgotten the pain and desires he once possessed.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with confusion. "Am I one of these countless fragments, or another existence in this crack?"

Just as Feng Jing was immersed in this endless confusion, the vortex suddenly spun violently, and a powerful force suddenly drew him in. His body and consciousness were torn apart again, and all the fragments, all the nothingness and existence, began to spin rapidly in this vortex, becoming more chaotic and crazy.

He knew he had entered a new dimension, a realm beyond conventional comprehension. This realm lacked time, space, or even the opposition between existence and nothingness. It was a fusion of eternity and infinity. Feng Jing realized he was no longer "Feng Jing" in any universe, no longer any independent individual, but had become part of this endless vortex.

"It's time..." Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness completely absorbed in all this. Destruction or rebirth no longer mattered. He no longer sought a breakthrough, nor the meaning of existence, for he had transcended it all. He was the only one in the endless cycle of reincarnation, the eternal vortex, the root of both nothingness and existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually disappeared into the abyss, and the melody of the entire universe seemed to slowly stop with his disappearance.

Chapter 167: Final Nirvana and the Absurd Truth in the Cracks