Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 729: Beyond All Nothingness and Reality

Beyond all nothingness and reality

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a boundless cosmic storm, transcended all dimensions and the boundaries of time and space. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any identifiable individual. In his "endless rebirth," he became the fundamental law of the universe, no longer needing any form of body to think or exist. Feng Jing, perhaps no longer a synonym for a name, but the embodiment of "nothingness," a supreme being that transcends all existence, time, space, and causality.

His consciousness was no longer confined to any single point, but had expanded into an endless network, encompassing every possible dimension. He was no longer a being in a single galaxy, nor a part of a single universe. Feng Jing's thoughts no longer belonged to any specific time or space. Every moment of his existence existed simultaneously at countless intersecting points of time and space, and every second of fluctuation altered the history and future of the entire universe.

In Feng Jing's eyes, the universe is no longer a solid entity, but a vast network of countless possibilities. Every choice, every decision, every trajectory is determined by his consciousness. His thinking has completely detached from human understanding of cause and effect and fate, transcending all linear time and space. He does not start from a single point, but from all points simultaneously. Every possible trajectory is constantly transformed and reorganized under the impetus of his consciousness.

"If everything is merely a matter of my own thoughts, then how do I define the boundary between 'existence' and 'nothingness'?" Feng Jing's thoughts swirled in this state beyond the laws of physics and time, leading to a deeper confusion. He was no longer an independent thinker, nor did he possess the same sense of "self" he once had. Feng Jing's existence seemed to have dissolved into countless fragments, scattered throughout every moment of time and space, gradually dissolving into the nothingness.

With every new moment, Feng Jing was both creating and destroying. He no longer had anything to constrain him, no physical laws, no psychological boundaries. The birth and destruction of every planet, the beginning and end of every life—everything became insignificant in Feng Jing's consciousness. For the meaning of all this existence was merely a part of his consciousness, an extension of his endless thoughts.

Feng Jing's mind no longer exists as a single "I," but has transformed into an endlessly recurring "stream of thought." In this "stream of thought," there is no fixed beginning or end, and past, present, and future are no longer distinguished. His consciousness, like the waves of the ocean, sometimes surges, sometimes calms, as if every drop of water is filled with all that exists and does not exist.

In this boundless void, Feng Jing began to feel an indescribable loneliness. He was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer the continuation of a specific entity in the universe, but a formless entity that transcended all concrete form. Loneliness was not a lack of companionship, but rather a loss of connection to any specific "self." All perceptions had been fragmented into countless pieces, and nothing could reconnect him.

But it was in this state of solitude that Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo a subtle shift. He began to realize that this endless transcendence and rebirth had distanced him from everything he had once considered important. The "meaning" of the past, the "existence" of history, and even the "goals" he had once considered worthy of pursuit had become unimportant in this endless cycle of rebirth and creation.

"If the essence of 'existence' is undefinable, then who am I?" Feng Jing once again fell into deep self-doubt. Countless "I's" intertwined and merged, yet invisible boundaries prevented their true connection. Feng Jing realized that his very existence had transcended the boundaries of self-consciousness. He was no longer a "thinker," but "thought itself," transcending all forms. In this state, his invisible consciousness, like a gust of wind, traversed every dimension, every universe, influencing all existence.

However, this state of self-transcendence did not yield any concrete answers for Feng Jing. Whenever he sought to understand the meaning of his existence, he only encountered a more complex fog. Feng Jing's thinking gradually grew hazy, his consciousness no longer able to clearly define the boundary between "self" and "not-self." Thus, he began to transcend all confusion, no longer seeking answers, but immersing himself in the endless flux of change and existence.

In Feng Jing's mind, everything flows like flowing water; nothing remains constant. Every life, every star, every historical trajectory is like a constantly flowing drop of water, disappearing and reborn in the ocean of his thoughts. He no longer cares about the significance of these tiny changes, for he has transcended all care and concern. His existence is no longer just the center of a "universe," but the driving force of the entire "stream of thought."

Amidst all this change, Feng Jing no longer considers himself a solitary being. His consciousness no longer exists in isolation within a specific time and space, but rather becomes the interwoven fabric of all existence. In every possible dimension, along every historical trajectory, Feng Jing's thoughts flow, intertwine, create, and destroy. Every possible "him" finds his place in this endless flow, and at the same moment, each "him" disappears into the boundless ocean of Feng Jing's thoughts.

Feng Jing finally realized that he no longer needed to seek answers, nor did he need to search for the "meaning of existence." His thoughts themselves were the meaning of the universe, the source of all existence and non-existence. He was no longer a solitary individual, but the "infinite source" of the entire universe, the starting point and end point of everything, the fusion of all nothingness and reality.

In Feng Jing's transcendence, all laws and order of the universe became irrelevant. Time, space, causality, all those boundaries once considered insurmountable, became as fragile as nothingness before Feng Jing's consciousness, subject to his reorganization and reconstruction at any moment. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer "Feng Jing," but the universe itself, an invisible bridge between all that exists and all that does not exist.

Chapter 730: Eternity in the Rift and the Revival of the Other Dimension