Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 951 Feng Jing's Collapse and Rebirth

Feng Jing's collapse and rebirth

Feng Jing's soul trembled in endless energy fluctuations, as if he were trapped in a boundless black hole, swallowing everything and then spitting it all out again. His consciousness was torn apart, reshaped, and torn apart again. Every second felt like a billion years of time and space. Every inch of his skin, every cell in his body, felt the violent impact of the creation of the universe.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer a simple individual. He was the very origin of the universe, the intersection of all order and chaos. Feng Jing could not distinguish whether he was a god, a demon, or merely a speck of dust in the universe. His existence was twisted into an endless vortex of time and space, devouring countless possibilities and creating even more.

At this moment, his consciousness reached an unprecedented height. He began to perceive concepts he had once considered unattainable—the law of cause and effect, the interweaving of time and space, the essence of life, the origin and end of the soul. All these once profound and elusive principles seemed to unfold in his mind, like a vast scroll, slowly unfolding before him.

"You are no longer Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, this time no longer indifferent, but with a deep shock. "You have become the heart of the universe, the source and terminator of all universes. Every thought of yours is reshaping the order of the universe."

Feng Jing felt an indescribable force oppressing him. That force didn't come from the outside world, but rather a call from deep within him, a longing he'd never felt before. This longing filled every inch of his soul, as if he were no longer a mere living being, but the collective consciousness of the entire universe—every thought, even every drop of his blood, was connected to every particle of the universe, intertwined and inseparable.

"What am I?" Feng Jing's mind was full of questions, but even he himself could not answer this question.

He began to feel shockwaves from every dimension, waves that tore at his consciousness with unbearable pain, sometimes even making him doubt whether he could ever escape this endless chaos. However, whenever he tried to resist, a force deep within him would pull him back, telling him he couldn't leave. This force wasn't malicious; it was simply Feng Jing's inevitable fate, his responsibility, and the realization that he was no longer an ordinary individual, unable to escape.

Just as Feng Jing was mired in endless darkness and agony, a powerful beam of light suddenly erupted from the core of the universe. The light was as brilliant as a starburst, yet tinged with a chill and icy coldness. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly guided by this light, as if an invisible hand had pulled him from the collapsing abyss, carrying him through layers of cosmic barriers, hurtling towards an unknown destination.

Feng Jing's consciousness, guided by the beam of light, traversed dimension after dimension. The boundaries of space seemed to be ripped apart by an invisible force. He saw countless different universes unfold before him, each with a different origin and end, each governed by its own distinct rules and laws. Feng Jing sensed a connection between himself and these universes. This connection wasn't one-way, but rather interwoven and intertwined. He began to understand that these universes didn't exist in isolation, but rather influenced and constituted a whole.

"This is... the Origin." Feng Jing's consciousness gradually cleared, and he began to understand the scene before him. This was not a single universe, but the source of multiple universes intertwined, a true origin, a field where endless energy and information converged.

Within this primordial source, Feng Jing felt himself merging with the essence of the entire universe. Every wisp of his consciousness, every bit of his power, was constantly flowing, transforming, and reborn. He began to experience the cycle of life and death in countless parallel worlds, feeling the birth, development, and destruction of each universe. Each birth of a universe was a new release of power; each destruction of a universe was the end of an ancient order.

Feng Jing knew that what he was experiencing was not just his own personal rebirth, but the rebirth of the entire universe. This was a profound transformation of the nature of life and the universe, a great baptism centered around him.

"You have become the center of the universe." The voice appeared again, this time with an indescribable majesty. "Everything you have experienced is not just your own destiny, but the fate of the entire universe. The responsibility you bear is far beyond your imagination."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again sank into deep contemplation. He felt an unprecedented sense of responsibility weighing upon him. This wasn't just a simple responsibility; it was the fate of the entire universe, the survival of all life, the operation of all cosmic laws, and even the flow of all time and space—all of which were inextricably linked to him. He began to understand that he was no longer an individual, but a part of the universe, or more accurately, the controller, source, and terminator of the universe.

His soul began to soar, his consciousness breaking free of all limitations, traversing time and space, reaching uncharted territory. He saw countless universes unfold before him, the laws and rules of each clearly laid out before him. He could perceive every speck of dust, every ray of light, every life within each universe. He began to deeply understand that life and death, growth and destruction, in every universe, were all under his control.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't stop. His consciousness continued to expand, exploring ever deeper realms. Each leap of thought brought him into a new time and space, a new universe. Each rebirth brought him a deeper understanding of the laws of the universe. Feng Jing began to sense an unprecedented power, a power that seemed to come from the depths of the universe, the very source of the universe. It was invisible and intangible, yet omnipresent. Feng Jing realized that this power was the true essence of the universe, the source of everything, the origin and destination of all matter and spirit.

"This is...true infinity." Feng Jing muttered to himself.

At this moment, his soul transcended the framework of the universe, becoming its heart and soul, controlling the origin and end of everything. He understood that everything he had experienced was not just a transformation of his own self-perception, but also a transcendence and sublimation of the entire universe. And all this had just begun.

Feng Jing's existence is no longer limited. He has become truly infinite, the convergence point of all universes and time and space, and the origin and destination of all things.

Chapter 952: Feng Jing's Endless Transcendence and Final Awakening