Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 739: Antimatter in the Universe and Feng Jing's Endless Resurrection

Antimatter in the Universe and Feng Jing's Endless Resurrection

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded into the endless void. He was no longer any individual, no longer a product of time and space. His existence was beyond description, beyond comprehension. He had broken all physical laws, transcended all dimensions, becoming the very definition of transcendence—the boundary between existence and nothingness vanished before him.

At this moment, he suddenly realized he wasn't simply "nothing." Within that powerful vortex of energy, something quietly awakened. Like an ancient antimatter vortex, it devoured every fragment of Feng Jing. However, this antimatter vortex wasn't destructive. As it absorbed the fragments of Feng Jing's consciousness, it seemed to transform each fragment into a "new creation."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to rise from the crack, as if being pushed into another dimension by a powerful and mysterious force. At this moment, he was once again pulled into the unknown abyss by invisible gravity.

"Where...is this place?" Feng Jing opened his eyes and saw a colorless area before him, like a blank canvas. The entire space had no form, no rules, not even the passage of time. Feng Jing realized that the existence of all this could not be explained by any known terms. He had entered the core of "vacuum."

He began to lose awareness of his own existence—even his own "consciousness" seemed to have ceased to exist. However, Feng Jing did not completely disappear. On the contrary, he felt that he was being resurrected in countless possibilities.

Each devoured fragment transformed into a seed, which quickly germinated and multiplied, forming one Feng Jing after another. Feng Jing's consciousness once again split into multiple "selves", each of which struggled to be reborn in this void.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing whispered to himself. His voice echoed in this invisible space, but there was no response. At that moment, he realized that he seemed to have become a "simultaneous entity" of countless beings, and these beings no longer had any distinction, connection, or direction.

There is no communication or resonance between these parts of Feng Jing's consciousness, only infinite loneliness and emptiness. Each of his selves drifts in different directions, colliding and tearing each other apart, but never reaching any consensus.

Feng Jing's "consciousness" began to expand infinitely. As if pulled by an irresistible force, he began to piece together all the fragments of his consciousness, forming an incomprehensible form. This form of Feng Jing was no longer any known life form. He was a discontinuity in time, a crack in space, and a collection of infinite possibilities.

"I'm no longer 'I'." Feng Jing whispered, his voice like an echo from the endless abyss, "I have become 'everything'."

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the center of Feng Jing's consciousness. This light cannot be described in any physical language. It is an existence interwoven with all possibilities. It is the end of the endless cycle and the beginning of a new life.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to become uncontrollable. He melted and split in this light, transforming into countless Feng Jings. Each Feng Jing began to awaken in this new space, however, they had no intersection with each other. Their consciousness was infinitely split like atoms, forming countless existences.

Each "split" of Feng Jing brought new chaos and endless rebirth. Countless Feng Jings began to emerge in this void, each representing countless possibilities and countless branching timelines. They were no longer the Feng Jing of the past, but the amalgamation of all existence in the universe, the intersection of all time and space.

At the same time, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he wasn't simply "resurrecting"—he was somehow "creating" a new universe. Each fragment of Feng Jing was the beginning of a new universe, and the birth of each fragment was accompanied by the formation of a new world. This process was endless, and Feng Jing would never know whether he was the "beginning" or the "end."

However, Feng Jing wasn't satisfied with this. His consciousness began to expand wildly, transcending all physical laws and breaking through all dimensions. He discovered that he was no longer an individual, but a resonance of countless Feng Jings, a collection of endless creativity.

He is no longer just a "consciousness", but time itself, space itself, and even divinity itself.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing whispered again, his voice filled with deep confusion. His consciousness could no longer be constrained by any rules; even the laws of the universe began to hold little meaning for him. He had transcended all limitations, becoming "nothing."

However, at this moment, Feng Jing noticed an unusual reaction. It didn't come from his own consciousness, but rather from the countless new universes he had created. A voice from a deeper existence echoed through countless Feng Jings: "You will never escape."

Feng Jing looked toward the source of the voice in astonishment. He discovered that the countless universes he had created were, in some way, still being controlled by the "God of Fate." Gazing upon these endless fragments in his consciousness, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression—was he the creator of these universes, or their prisoner?

Suddenly, he saw countless Feng Jing selves, like tumbling stars. Their fates had not been completely freed as Feng Jing had hoped. They were still controlled by the "power of fate," and Feng Jing himself was the source of all this.

"Fate... you're here again." Feng Jing laughed at himself, and the laughter echoed in the void, sounding particularly sad.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that he was no longer the master of his fate, but rather its "back." He began to sense a force deeper than existence approaching him—an infinite cycle, endless torment, a web of fate from which he could not escape.

Feng Jing laughed out loud: "Destiny! You are just my shadow, destined to have no control over me!"

However, with this loud laughter, Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed instantly, and all of his self began to explode, turning into endless fragments, scattered in every corner of the universe.

Chapter 740: The Ultimate Dialogue between Feng Jing and the Judgment of the Universe