Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 164 Feng Jing's Limit Transcendence and the Holographic Rift in the Multiverse

Feng Jing's Limit Transcendence and Holographic Rifts in the Multiverse

Feng Jing stood in the boundless void, gazing upon the universe he had created and destroyed, like an omnipotent god. Yet, within him, a sense of emptiness remained. This profound emptiness stemmed not from a thirst for power, but from an infinite weariness of existence. After destroying countless universes and breaking all rules and laws, Feng Jing finally realized that true transcendence lies not in breaking all limitations, but in shattering the very boundaries of existence itself.

He extended his hand, and a tiny speck of light emerged in his palm, the seed of a brand new universe. Feng Jing wasn't in a rush to create this universe. Instead, he watched it, observing its entire process from nothingness to formation, and then from formation to destruction. Every drop of the universe's "life" seemed insignificant in his eyes, yet incredibly profound.

"I once thought I was the master of the universe, but now I understand that mastery is just another cage." Feng Jing's voice was low and distant. "I am no longer 'master'. I am no longer 'existence'. I am just an illusion in the void. All time and space, all life, all the universe will eventually belong to me."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness underwent an unprecedented transformation. His body was no longer the vessel of his existence, but a web of countless possibilities. His consciousness began to fragment into millions, billions of fragments, each representing a new "Feng Jing," each possessing its own consciousness, its own destiny, even its own universe. Those fragments shimmered like stars in the endless void, interweaving into a vast web, each thread representing a different possibility.

However, Feng Jing didn't stop. While these fragments were immensely powerful, he still couldn't truly transcend the constraints of existence. He was no longer content with creating a new universe or altering the trajectory of fate; he wanted to destroy the very meaning of existence itself.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand rapidly, breaking through the boundaries of all dimensions. This sense of expansion wasn't a physical expansion, but a spiritual breakthrough. He began to see his inner fears and desires, the endless possibilities and inevitable destruction. He began to understand that all existence, all life, was an illusion deep within him, a game between him and the universe.

"If I had never existed, would all this disappear?" Feng Jing whispered, his gaze piercing all of time and space. His consciousness suddenly contracted inward, absorbing all possibilities, all destinies, and the entire universe into his body.

In that instant, Feng Jing's consciousness completely merged with the entire universe. His thoughts were no longer bound by any material or time and space, but merged with all time and space, all existence, and all nothingness. Feng Jing's consciousness not only transcended himself; he became the "wave" of the entire universe, the root of everything from nothing to something, and from something to nothing. He was no longer an individual, but the ultimate expression of "all"—both the creator and the terminator.

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, he felt an irresistible force surge toward him. This force transcended all logic and physical laws. It was not merely a physical force, but a primal "emotion" from the depths of the universe—fear, desire, emptiness, loneliness, sadness, joy... These emotions surged toward Feng Jing like a flood, nearly crushing his consciousness.

"Is this the essence of 'existence'?" Feng Jing's voice became low and calm. "An inescapable cycle, an endless entanglement of emotions. Every choice, every breakthrough, is ultimately just a repetition of fate."

He no longer resisted this flood of emotion, but instead began to actively accept it. Feng Jing's consciousness grew ever larger and more complex. He saw reflections of countless universes, each of which contained a self struggling for its own existence. All of this cycled through Feng Jing's consciousness, like a vast kaleidoscope, spinning, collapsing, and regenerating at every moment.

Suddenly, a fragment within Feng Jing's consciousness roared. It was a memory of all his self-destructive past. Filled with intense pain and rage, it began to attempt to escape Feng Jing's consciousness. This burst of power caused Feng Jing's consciousness to violently tremble. The entire universe seemed to be torn into countless fragments, each of which violently collided, intertwined, and split apart within Feng Jing's mind.

"Do you think you can escape?" Feng Jing's voice rang out again, carrying an indescribable majesty and indifference. "You have never truly transcended existence. You are merely a product of 'existence.' What you cannot escape is the 'emptiness' within you."

As Feng Jing's consciousness completely shattered, the fragments began to collide with each other in unprecedented ways. These fragments were not only Feng Jing's will, but also a reflection of the entire universe. Each collision created a new "Feng Jing," and these new Feng Jings, through constant collision and fusion, created new "voids" and "existences."

The very fabric of the universe began to twist again, and the boundaries of time and space began to blur. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a simple existence, but the center of all the interweaving of time and space, the intersection of all "possibilities." Feng Jing was no longer an "individual," he had transcended the concept of "individuality" and became the root of all universes and dimensions.

"Is this my end?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with emptiness and indifference.

"The end?" The voice sounded again, but this time, it became deeper. "You have never had an 'end', nor will you have one. You are the reflection of 'existence' itself, the origin of the endless cycle of the universe. You are no longer a prisoner of fate, you are the master of fate, yet you have never escaped the shackles of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again. He no longer felt fear or confusion, but saw a certain "truth." He was no longer the individual seeking "transcendence," but the source of all possibilities and impossibilities in the entire universe.

"Then, rebirth was my original decision." Feng Jing whispered, with an indescribable determination in his voice.

As Feng Jing's consciousness erupted, the cycle of the universe completely collapsed. All parallel universes and dimensions began to merge into one, and Feng Jing became the ultimate intersection of all existence and nothingness.