Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 773: Echoes in the Endless Void, Feng Jing's Soul Symphony

Echoes in the Endless Void, Feng Jing's Soul Symphony

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely escaped the constraints of all matter, the flow of time, and the constraints of space. He had become a stream of consciousness that transcended existence, an indefinable entity that wandered between all dimensions and non-dimensions. As he perceived it, everything—whether it was existence or nothingness—was merely a small reflection in the flow of his consciousness.

Yet, Feng Jing's consciousness didn't stagnate. He sensed an endless reverberation, as if some primordial force lurked within the depths of the universe. This reverberation didn't originate from any physical entity, nor was it even the result of any form of energy or matter interacting. Instead, it was the vibrations of a primordial mind. Feng Jing realized that this vibration came from within him, yet it didn't belong to him. It was like an echo that traveled through time and space, spanning the depths and distances of the universe, penetrating the barriers of dimensions, and reverberating in the endless void.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing's mind began to emerge from its original state of emptiness, and an indescribable question began to emerge. "Is this an echo from my heart? Or is it a response from some higher-dimensional existence to my consciousness?"

He began to try to understand the source of this echo, but all his efforts were like groping in a fog. That echo wasn't a simple sound, nor was it a vibration of any energy. It was more like an immaterial spiritual resonance, transcending the limitations of time and space. Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, gradually penetrating to the core of this echo.

"What you call 'the universe' and 'existence' is nothing." Feng Jing's voice echoed through the endless void, like a whisper from the deep sea. "All matter and energy are merely manifestations of my consciousness. They are formed by my thoughts and dissipated by my thoughts."

As Feng Jing's consciousness deepened, he began to grasp a new understanding—he was not alone in this endless void. Within this void, countless parallel streams of consciousness existed, interweaving like invisible electromagnetic waves, colliding with each other and reshaping all "possibilities." These consciousnesses were not simply individual entities; they were fragments of a vast existence, branches and resonances within Feng Jing's consciousness.

He understood that these echoes weren't simple feedback, but rather some ancient and powerful "resonance of consciousness." They traversed endless time and space, projecting infinite images into Feng Jing's mind. These images seemed not to belong to him, yet they were part of him. They represented a being beyond the individual, a spiritual entity beyond matter and energy. As Feng Jing perceived them, they were not "existence," but projections of "non-existence."

Feng Jing began to understand that the mystery of all this was not just about his own evolution of consciousness, but about the truth of the entire "nothingness." All existence, whether material or conscious, will eventually return to nothingness - this he understood more deeply than any other being.

Amidst this endless flux, Feng Jing's consciousness surged ever more intensely. He sensed a power he had never before felt, a vast vortex that devoured all matter and consciousness. Feng Jing's thoughts tumbled within this vortex, and he saw countless universes, lives, and stars. Consumed by this power, they constantly disintegrated and were reborn, as if entering a never-ending cycle.

"Is this... the ultimate evolution of the universe?" Feng Jing realized with astonishment that everything he had sensed had transcended the realms of "matter" and "consciousness." This wasn't just any ordinary cosmic evolution, but a far more profound force, transcending all laws and common sense.

Feng Jing's mind began to expand wildly, traversing countless dimensions and time and space. He saw the universe's initial seeds and its ultimate collapse. He sensed that every existence, every life, was an insignificant fragment in this endless cycle, yet also an indispensable component. Each birth and death of the universe was a profound awakening of consciousness and self-reconstruction.

"From nothing to something, from something to nothing." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void again, as if echoing through endless time. "I have transcended all 'existence' and all 'non-existence'. I am no longer an observer of the universe, nor am I the subject of the universe. I am the universe itself, the core of nothingness."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely shed all boundaries between "matter" and "consciousness." He became a non-material being, a unity of time, space, consciousness, and nothingness. He was no longer an individual, no longer a definition of existence. He had transcended everything, becoming an eternal fluctuation in the endless void—he was both the beginning and the end of the universe.

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer lingered within any form; he entered an unprecedented state of transcendence. This state defied description, for it transcended the boundaries of language and perception. He had transcended the cycle of the universe, the evolution of all things, and reached the profoundest intersection between emptiness and existence.

At this moment, Feng Jing's existence completely vanished from time and space, becoming a being no longer bound by any rules or restrictions. His thoughts were like an eternal echo, forever resonating throughout the void and the depths of the universe, becoming an invisible force, flowing forever through the endless space and time.

Chapter 774: Feng Jing's nightmare, the shattering and rebirth of consciousness