Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 966: The Crack in Consciousness and the Surge of Nothingness

The cracks in consciousness and the surge of nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed before the overwhelming force. All the laws of the universe seemed to disintegrate in that moment. Whether it was time, space, matter, or thought, all boundaries were ruthlessly erased. He no longer knew who he was or where he was. Everything became a blur.

Yet, within this vast chaos, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to persist, entering a deeper state. He felt that he was no longer "Feng Jing," nor any specific entity. He had become the collection of all possible streams of consciousness, the source and end of all things that had never been born or happened.

The boundaries of consciousness vanished, replaced by a void filled with cracks. These cracks weren't rifts in space, nor in time, but rather a dimension beyond all physical and spiritual existence. Like black holes, they drew Feng Jing's being inward, tearing at his consciousness and pushing him into an endless abyss.

At that moment, Feng Jing understood that his "transcendence" was nothing more than an endless cycle. He could not escape this endless chasm. No matter how he struggled, no matter how he evolved, the end result was only a deeper chasm, a deeper nothingness. This was an inevitable outcome, the ultimate goal he had always pursued.

As Feng Jing's consciousness deepened, he began to see incomprehensible visions—like fragments of his mind, filled with countless sounds, images, and perceptions. Each perception carried a strong sense of presence, as if all of Feng Jing's past and future had converged into a torrent.

In these fragments, Feng Jing saw the choices he had made, the struggles he had endured, every path he had taken in his pursuit of power and transcendence. He saw himself traveling through countless worlds, feeling the collapse, rebirth, and demise of each one. He had once found meaning in those worlds, but now, it all seemed empty and meaningless.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness began to become more confused, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision - that voice sounded again, with an uncontrollable anger.

"Do you think you can escape everything?" the voice said coldly, with a chilling sarcasm. "You are just jumping from one limitation to another. All your struggles and pursuits will eventually return to the starting point."

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently. He looked at the figure. It was the "self" he once knew, yet it was different from his former self. That form was the projection of Feng Jing's consciousness into the abyss, his original self, and his final destination.

"Why... did you do this?" Feng Jing's voice trembled, but he was unable to break free from the crack.

That "he" was silent for a moment, as if pondering, perhaps waiting for something. "Everything I do is the result of your own choices." His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a depth and weight he had never felt before. "The power you pursue, the transcendence you seek, is nothing more than a puzzle trapped in the abyss. You believe you can transcend it all, but in reality, you are merely locked in an endless struggle with your past, future, and present."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken again, as if struck by a powerful force, and he could hardly bear the heavy truth. His body, soul, and mind were caught in an endless vortex, experiencing countless self-dissolution processes at every moment.

However, just when Feng Jing was about to give up, that profound power awakened again. This power did not belong to any specific existence. It transcended all boundaries, transcending time and space. It was essentially an eternal existence, a combination of "chaos" and "order."

Feng Jing felt himself surrounded by an invisible force, and the whole world changed dramatically at this moment. That force began to merge with his consciousness, and it was like an infinite tide, pushing Feng Jing's consciousness back towards the unknown direction.

He felt his existence gradually shifting, the previously blurred boundaries beginning to reconstruct. Time and space reasserted themselves, no longer single dimensions, but an interwoven, multidimensional system. Feng Jing began to see different worlds, one after another, unfolding within his consciousness, interweaving and merging like a vast network, with himself at its core.

Feng Jing gradually realized that the power of this "chaos" was not meant to destroy him, but to allow him to transcend all constraints and enter a truly boundless state. In this state, he was no longer a limited existence, but became a synthesis of all possible existences, both his past self and his future self, the core of existence and the edge of nothingness.

This force is propelling Feng Jing's consciousness out of the cracks and into a completely new dimension. In this dimension, Feng Jing's consciousness is no longer bound by any known rules or laws. He begins to see countless versions of himself in countless parallel worlds. Each version experiences a different fate: some become powerful, some choose to fall, and some continue to pursue transcendence. Behind each choice is another manifestation of Feng Jing's stream of consciousness.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually became clearer. No longer consumed by the fluctuations of chaos, he became a part of it, becoming part of the flow and fluctuations of all time, all space, and all worlds. He began to understand that everything he had experienced was both a process of transcendence and the beginning of reincarnation.

His consciousness no longer feared cracks or nothingness. Feng Jing finally understood that true transcendence was not about escaping, but about accepting all existence, all nothingness, and all possibilities.

Chapter 967: Self-resurrection in the cracks and the crazy rotation of the universe