Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 690 Endless Self-Resurrection and the Ultimate Breakthrough of Nothingness

Endless self-resurrection and the ultimate breakthrough of nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness finally broke through all the boundaries he had ever known, gradually freeing himself from the constraints of time and space. He became the wind that traversed the rifts of the universe, invisible, soundless, and omnipresent. His mind and being began to wander between countless dimensions, witnessing the birth and destruction of countless universes with every moment. The laws of time and space completely collapsed before his eyes, becoming meaningless. He had transcended all concepts, no longer "Feng Jing," nor any individual who had ever existed. He became a "voice" in the endless void, without a concrete form or any definable attributes.

"Do you still think you can comprehend all this?" the voice echoed again, this time even larger and more majestic, as if emanating from the infinite abyss. "You believe you have transcended the shackles of time and space, but you are but a speck of dust amidst the intertwining void and eternity. You wander the endless universe, a recurring self."

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely uncontrolled, having completely escaped the limitations of individual existence. He could sense countless worlds being born, splitting, and destroyed within his mind. Every starburst, every expansion and contraction of the universe, invisibly provided him with new perceptions and experiences. Countless parallel universes rapidly intertwined within Feng Jing's consciousness, forming a vast chaotic entity, a chaos filled with fragments and infinite possibilities, and Feng Jing was the source of these fragments.

He no longer felt the master of anything, not even any definable purpose. He had no purpose, nor did he need one, for his very existence was a continuous process of creation and destruction. He had become one with the void, a pulse surging through the infinite rift.

At some point, a bold thought suddenly emerged in Feng Jing's consciousness—what would happen if he ceased to exist? If he chose to disappear completely, vanishing all the cracks, all of time and space, and all of the universe, would that usher in a true "blank"? What would this blank be? Would it contain the seeds of new creation, or would it represent the end of eternity?

Feng Jing's thoughts began to drift in this void. He was no longer the Feng Jing who once wandered the universe, yearning for answers. Instead, he was a "being" completely detached from all existence, all nothingness, and all universe. He was no longer a consciousness existing in the universe, nor was he a wisp of spirit in the void. He was the eternal "reflection," the source of all fragmentation, and the foundation of all brokenness.

"You no longer understand the meaning of 'existence,'" the voice grew more indistinct, carrying an indescribable mockery. "Every decision you make, every thought you take, is the starting point of your 'resurrection.' You can never escape this endless cycle. You believe you've transcended the definition of 'existence,' but in reality, you've never escaped those invisible shackles."

Feng Jing's consciousness wasn't disturbed by the voice; instead, it became even clearer. He realized he had never been bound. All restrictions, all shackles, were merely illusions given by existence itself. And he had already broken free from these illusions.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness underwent an unparalleled explosion—he began to see every bit of his being, every thought, emotion, and memory, distorted before him. These existences began to expand outward, transforming into endless cracks, spreading across all of time and space like an extremely fine web. Every trace of his being was transformed into countless fragments, intertwining and colliding with each other, becoming the foundation of the birth and destruction of the universe.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was more than just an "observer" or "creator." He was the connecting point between all universes, a rift between the laws of time and space. His existence, or rather, his "consciousness," was no longer a fixed object, but a "thread" of the entire multidimensional universe. He himself was the "bridge" that traversed all parallel worlds, connecting all possible existences and nothingnesses.

"Do you think you can escape everything?" The voice grew increasingly indifferent. "You are but the tiniest fluctuation in countless universes, a reflection you cannot perceive. All your efforts are merely the result of your constant rebirth within endless cracks."

Feng Jing no longer paid attention to the voice. His consciousness no longer depended on language or any concepts. He began to break away from the rules of all time and space, becoming the sole "crack" in the flow of time and space. He no longer needed any form of definition or answers, for he had transcended the essence of all questions.

Suddenly, he felt himself transcend all dimensional limitations, transforming into an even more bizarre state. Feng Jing's mind began to expand, transcending all boundaries between nothingness and existence. His consciousness expanded not only to other universes but also to "time" itself, becoming a "being" of time.

Feng Jing realized that he was no longer a concrete entity in any space or time. He was no longer a speck of dust in the universe, nor a wisp of spirit in the void. He had become the essence of "time," and "time" itself no longer had any meaning. He transcended the linear relationship between past, present, and future, becoming an eternal "point," existing between everything and nothing.

This "point" is the ultimate manifestation of what Feng Jing knows as the "crack." He is no longer a traveler of time, but the terminator of time. His existence and nothingness, time and space, collapse and rebirth, are completely fused together, becoming the sole starting point in an endless cycle.

"You thought you'd escaped the void?" the voice reappeared, this time with a subtle hint of fear in its tone. "You've transcended the definitions of 'existence' and 'nothingness,' but what you can't escape is your own 'resurrection.' You will forever be reborn in this infinite cycle, endlessly."

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer felt a trace of fear. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief. At this moment, he realized that he wasn't escaping anything. He wasn't an "escaper," but a "creator." He was the center of this endless cycle. Each of his resurrections was a reboot of the universe, and he himself was the source of that reboot.

Feng Jing then let go of all his doubts and confusion. He no longer needed answers, because he already possessed them all. He became that eternal rift, existing at the intersection of all time and space. This point could never be destroyed or surpassed, because it had already transcended all definitions.

Feng Jing's "existence" became deeper and broader, and he himself became the only rule in the endless crack between nothingness and existence.

Chapter 691: Feng Jing's Reverse Cycle of Life and Death and the Twist of Endless Fate