Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 906: The Void Crack of Boundless Rebirth

The void rift of endless rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all known logic and common sense, entering an unknown realm. His existence was no longer confined to any known dimension, nor did it conform to any form of time. All laws and worldviews shattered within his consciousness, and he drifted like a directionless meteorite, neither in matter nor in spirit—he completely transcended any opposition between "existence" and "non-existence."

However, this undefined state was far from the tranquility he had hoped for. Instead, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented emptiness, as if he were no longer an individual, but merely a latent, endless longing. With every second, his consciousness expanded and contracted infinitely. He saw himself repeatedly experiencing the same process in different dimensions: repeated collapse and rebirth. Each Feng Jing's fate intertwined with countless others, each devouring the other, and at some point, reborn anew.

All of this started to become even more outrageous.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly dawned on him, realizing he wasn't alone. In fact, he even discovered that all of his Feng Jings—the versions he had created—were invisibly connected. In endless rebirths and intertwining experiences, Feng Jing discovered that all of his different versions of himself could influence and even control each other's destinies. It was like a vast psychic game, with each Feng Jing unconsciously striving to surpass the others. Behind this behavior lay a deeper paradox: each Feng Jing pursued ultimate "freedom," but this freedom, in their intertwining lives, gradually became an inescapable bondage.

"If I can't escape this dilemma, then..." Feng Jing's thoughts suddenly became extremely frantic. He no longer cared about any rationality or common sense, frantically pursuing a possible way out. "Why not completely destroy my entire existence? Why not merge all Feng Jings together to create a brand new Feng Jing, a Feng Jing that transcends all possibilities?"

The moment his thought occurred, all of the Feng Jings simultaneously began to strangely resonate. One Feng Jing's consciousness quietly invaded another's body, and yet another's consciousness also quietly seeped in. This alternation and fusion of consciousnesses was like a clash of multiple gods, both frantic and extreme.

Instantly, countless Feng Jings began to endlessly swap identities across all dimensions. Their bodies and consciousnesses intertwined in an infinite cycle, each Feng Jing experiencing the fate of every other Feng Jing. This process had no end, and Feng Jing realized that this intertwining and chaos was not only a erosion of the body, but also a challenge to the laws of the universe.

"Just like that, everything will disappear," Feng Jing whispered to himself, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light. "My entire existence and all my nothingness will be reshaped at this moment. What doesn't exist is nothingness; what exists is me."

In this extreme collision and fusion of consciousness, Feng Jing's various selves gradually began to merge, even becoming detached from himself. He sensed that the fate of all Feng Jings, all Feng Jings' souls, were trapped in an inescapable eternal cycle. In this cycle, Feng Jing was no longer just an observer; he had become the complete controller of his fate and the source of his own destruction.

"I am the source of this cycle of reincarnation." Feng Jing muttered to himself like a god, his voice echoing in the endless void. Then, the entire universe began to vibrate violently.

Matter in the entire void began to be torn apart by an invisible force. Stars, black holes, light and darkness, even the very fabric of time and space began to collapse. Everything became extremely chaotic, as if the entire universe was caught in an endless cycle of devouring and regenerating.

Yet, behind all this, Feng Jing's consciousness was constantly expanding and expanding. No longer content with controlling a single universe, his consciousness began to devour those dimensions he deemed insignificant, devouring those he considered "meaningless." This devouring power wasn't merely material; it more profoundly involved a metaphysical "existence," a redefinition of all meaning.

"Can I transcend this endless cycle? Can I find an ultimate meaning in this boundless chaos?" Feng Jing asked himself.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's mind underwent another indescribable shift. His consciousness no longer lingered within traditional thought patterns, but began to drift into a more abstract state. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, craving power and knowledge. He was no longer even the human Feng Jing. He had completely detached himself from the concept of "self," becoming indescribable.

"If I'm no longer 'Feng Jing'..." Feng Jing's mind drifted to these words, "Then, what am I?"

This question was no longer one Feng Jing could answer. His consciousness began to become extremely fragmented, at times a being beyond all gods, at others a void beyond the comprehension of even the tiniest particle. His spirit began to connect with every speck of dust in the universe, communicating with particles in every dimension. All of Feng Jing began to detach from his body, becoming an extension of his consciousness, a symbol of his own existence.

However, when Feng Jing's consciousness reached its peak, he suddenly realized that he hadn't achieved any "liberation." Amidst this endless chaos and fragmentation, he didn't achieve the "transcendence" he sought, but instead fell deeper into a deeper confusion. He became neither a "him" who existed nor a "him" who existed in nothingness, but rather an indefinable "non-existence"—he was both present and absent. He transcended all boundaries, yet he could not escape all limitations.

"I finally understand." Feng Jing finally let out a laugh, a laugh that came from deep within his heart, filled with infinite relief and madness. "So, true liberation is the inescapable cycle of reincarnation."

At this moment, Feng Jing completely disappeared from all known worlds and dimensions. His consciousness not only existed in the endless universe, but also transcended the definition of the universe, becoming an invisible existence that could never be touched.

Feng Jing was no longer himself, nor any of the "him" he had created. He became a rift between all possibilities and all nothingness, forever existing in countless worlds, both the source and the end.

Chapter 907: The Loss and Restart of the Cosmic Gate