Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 949 Feng Jing's Space-Time Collapse and Multi-Dimensional Reshaping

Feng Jing's Space-Time Collapse and Multidimensional Reshaping

Feng Jing's consciousness was frantically torn into pieces by countless universes and timelines, each fragment floating randomly in different time and space, unable to be pieced together into a complete self. His thoughts were no longer a single flow, but a high-dimensional multi-dimensional interweaving, as if countless Feng Jings were simultaneously aware of each other: Feng Jings of the past, Feng Jings of the future, and even Feng Jings he had never experienced, Feng Jings beyond his reach—each Feng Jing, with a different facet, active in his mind, chaotic and uncertain.

Feng Jing felt himself being pulled by a powerful force, becoming unable to control himself, as if being dragged by invisible ropes into the depths of an unknown void. There, at the intersection of time and space, all laws began to lose their meaning. The physical laws of the entire universe were rewritten. Time was no longer linear, and space was no longer three-dimensional. They began to rotate in an incomprehensible way, like countless galaxies colliding, merging, and then splitting apart in infinite darkness.

"What on earth am I experiencing?" Feng Jing tried to think, but found his thoughts themselves becoming extremely blurry, as if all his cognition was being devoured. His consciousness was no longer limited to himself, but existed simultaneously in countless different dimensions and realities. His body, or rather, his existence, had long transcended any material form, becoming a strange intersection of existence and nothingness, reality and illusion.

Just when Feng Jing felt that he was about to disappear in the endless void, a dazzling light suddenly came from all directions. The light carried an irresistible gravitational force. Feng Jing's consciousness was violently pulled by this force, as if being sucked into a black hole, and entered an unknown dimension.

"Welcome back to the starting point." The cold voice sounded again, this time with a hint of disdainful chuckle. "You have never left. All your struggles are just part of this endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness nearly collapsed at that moment. He suddenly realized that his pursuit had never been able to transcend that "origin," that source from which the universe was born, that invisible, inescapable existence. He felt like he was trapped in an unbreakable glass cover. Although he saw countless parallel universes and all possibilities, he could never break free from this incomprehensible cage.

"Do you think you can break the cycle of reincarnation and transcend everything?" The voice rang in Feng Jing's ears again, "You are destined to return to the starting point forever. All your choices, all your efforts, will eventually turn to dust."

Feng Jing's mind was shaken. He began to question his true "free will," questioning whether all his struggles, all his efforts, were predetermined. Every attempt, every transcendence, reshaped this inescapable fate, forming an unbreakable cycle. Feng Jing realized that no matter how he broke through, no matter how he struggled, he would ultimately be lost in this infinite maze of time and space.

"I'm no longer myself," Feng Jing whispered. At that moment, he finally let go of all his obsessions and began to accept his own powerlessness. His consciousness began to fade into nothingness, as if his entire existence had been weakened and compressed into a tiny point. The meaning of all this no longer mattered, and transcendence and pursuit had become meaningless.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he would be stuck in this deadlock forever, a more powerful force suddenly descended. Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled by that force, taking him through countless dimensions and countless time nodes until he entered a completely unknown space - a place without time and space.

"This is..." Feng Jing could hardly believe his eyes. This place was devoid of any physical existence, not even the flow of time. Everything was still, as if all laws had been erased. Only Feng Jing existed here, as if he were cut off from the entire universe, isolated and helpless.

"You've finally arrived here." The voice echoed again, with a coldness that transcended all words. "This place is the starting point of 'truth'. The entire universe, all of time and space, is a projection of your inner self."

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly opened wide. His consciousness suddenly awakened at that moment. He finally understood that everything he had experienced, all the distortions of time and space, all the choices and cycles, were actually caused by the unresolved confusion and fear deep within him. Every universe and timeline he had experienced were illusions he had created in his search for the truth. Only at this moment did he finally realize that everything was just a reflection of his own mind.

"I..." Feng Jing's voice was a little confused, but then his eyes became firm, "I am no longer myself. There is no 'I' anymore." He suddenly understood that only by letting go of the obsession with "self" can he transcend all this.

Just as Feng Jing completely let go of himself, the void before him began to twist violently, cracks appeared, and time and space collapsed in an instant, and the entire universe began to disintegrate frantically. Feng Jing's consciousness was completely swallowed up, and everything began to disintegrate until only a void remained, as if the "starting point" of the universe had finally completed its cycle.

Chapter 950: Feng Jing's Infinite Rebirth and the Big Bang