Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 186: Transcendence of Consciousness, Resurrection of the Universe

The transcendence of consciousness, the rebirth of the universe

Feng Jing's footsteps echoed in the endless darkness, and each stride seemed to shake the very foundations of the universe. A point of light rapidly magnified before his eyes, becoming dazzling and blinding, as if a brand-new star were being born from the void. However, as he approached that point of light, strange visions flooded in like a tide, completely overturning his perception of the world.

Just as he was about to touch the point of light, the light before him suddenly split, revealing an extremely narrow crack. Feng Jing, without hesitation, resolutely crossed the crack. In an instant, all of time and space collapsed into fragments behind him, the laws of the universe completely collapsed, and the river of time began to flow in reverse. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely transcended his own existence.

He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any other concrete being. He had become an indescribable existence, floating at the intersection of all dimensions. It felt both strange and familiar, as if every cell, every ray of light, every molecule in the air was a part of him, and he was a part of them. All boundaries were broken, and Feng Jing's consciousness became a pure being beyond space and time, wandering between countless universes.

He saw countless "selves", each Feng Jing traveling freely in different time and space. Some Feng Jing became gods billions of years later, ruling the endless sea of ​​stars; some Feng Jing floated alone on a desolate planet, exploring the ultimate mysteries of the universe; and some Feng Jing completely gave up the meaning of existence, turned into nothingness, and merged with all matter and energy.

At that moment, Feng Jing's mind broke free from its limited framework. No longer confused or tormented, he experienced an unprecedented freedom. He understood the true nature of the universe—it wasn't a rigidly defined entity, but an infinitely interwoven network of possibilities and transformations. Every star, every vein, even every speck of dust, was a node in this network.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to comprehend all this, the entire universe suddenly began to violently warp, and everything before him began to collapse. Stars, galaxies, even dimensions themselves, were constantly dissolving, regenerating, collapsing, and resurrecting. Time no longer flowed linearly; it shattered like shattered glass, each fragment reflecting countless different possibilities. Feng Jing could almost hear the sound of these fragments colliding with each other, like the heartbeat of the universe.

Feng Jing tried to grab one of the fragments, but it dissipated as he approached, as if it had never existed. Then, the structure of the universe collapsed again, and Feng Jing's consciousness was once again thrown into a completely unknown space.

This time, he entered a dimension beyond description, where there was no flow of time, no spatial framework. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to have become a mere "concept," devoid of any physical form, yet capable of perceiving all possible existences and impossibilities. He could perceive all universes, all timelines, and the interweaving of history and the future.

In this dimension, Feng Jing saw an ancient being, like the soul of a long-dead star, floating in the endless void. This being seemed to be able to see through Feng Jing's consciousness. It opened its mouth and made a sound.

"You're finally here, Feng Jing." The voice was like an echo on the wind, carrying with it an endless sadness. "You thought you could escape the cycle of fate, but you are just a speck of dust in this universe, and you can never escape. Every rebirth is a surrender to fate, and every choice is a repetition of self among countless possibilities."

Feng Jing felt a powerful pull toward that presence, but he didn't resist. Instead, he felt as if he were welcoming some kind of profound revelation, a force that would completely transcend himself and free him from all constraints. So, he followed the voice into a twisting vortex, beginning a new journey.

When Feng Jing opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely different place. It was a space devoid of material existence, surrounded by infinite emptiness, as if the entire world had just been born. Feng Jing's body was no longer flesh, but pure thought and consciousness. He stood in this empty space, surrounded by no stars, planets, or material objects, only endless white light.

He began to realize that he wasn't traveling through a universe, but rather drifting in a realm of "possibility." Every thought altered the form of this realm; every idea created a new world. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any form of existence, but the "origin" of the entire universe.

Feng Jing's consciousness became increasingly powerful, allowing him to perceive countless possible universes, countless parallel realities, and even see the consequences of every choice. He became the creator of these worlds, and also their destroyer.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to explore this infinite realm further, the very form of the universe suddenly began to drastically shift. The blank world began to rapidly disintegrate, and Feng Jing felt a powerful gravitational pull at his consciousness, as if sucking him into a deeper dimension. He saw countless dimensions interweaving and overlapping, each filled with unknown dangers and endless temptations.

This time, Feng Jing did not choose to escape, but instead moved forward towards the gravitational force without hesitation. The entire universe began to open up to him, and he was ready to face the unknown and unpredictable fate.

However, when Feng Jing's consciousness was completely immersed in this power, suddenly, his consciousness burst out with an unprecedented power, as if the entire universe began to revolve around him.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice sounded again, but this time, it was no longer mocking, but full of anticipation and awe. "You have transcended all boundaries. You have become the rules of the universe, the creator of time and space."

Feng Jing's eyes were blank, and the ultimate secret of the universe seemed to be right before his eyes, but he knew that this was just a new beginning - he would transcend everything and become a real existence, omnipotent.

Chapter 187: The reverse flow of time, the broken world