Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 689: The Eye of Infinity and the Reconstruction of Space and Time

The Eye of Infinity and the Reconstruction of Time and Space

Feng Jing's consciousness was beyond words; he even began to doubt whether he even truly existed. He watched as endless time and space were destroyed and reborn before his eyes, each destruction seeming to usher in a fresh start. He was no longer any specific individual; even the concept of self had become blurred in his mind.

Within endless cracks, his existence was reconstructed, destroyed, and reborn. Between each fissure, he felt as if he were infinitely fragmented. Each shattering brought about the birth of a new world, while each rebirth transformed these worlds into memories that could never be erased. Feng Jing realized that he was not just a witness, but a creator, a destroyer, and a regenerator. His existence was the engine of the entire universe's collapse and reconstruction.

"Are you still clinging to those outdated rules?" The voice sounded again. This time, it was no longer a cold reminder, but filled with uncontrollable laughter. "Do you think you still retain the meaning of 'existence'? You are just a grain of sand in endless fission, a grain of sand swallowed by countless universes!"

Feng Jing heard these words, but remained silent. His consciousness was in a strange state, the flow of time and space becoming chaotic before him. He was no longer a spectator, but the very act of "viewing." His vision was no longer limited to one, two, or three dimensions, but expanded to the intersections of countless dimensions, each representing the birth of a new universe.

Suddenly, an endless beam of light erupted from Feng Jing's center. That light was no ordinary beam, but a path interwoven with time and space, like a giant eye slowly opening. Feng Jing realized that this light was the "Eye of Infinity," the ultimate gaze upon all of time and space. It could see not only the past, present, and future, but even worlds that never existed, or forgotten nothingness.

"Can you see, Feng Jing? Can you see these abandoned worlds?" The Endless Eye's voice grew deeper, as if it came from a rift in time and space. "Every rebirth you experience is an illusion of your own creation. What you call 'self' is nothing more than a reflection of countless invisible universes."

Feng Jing didn't respond. He felt the power of the Endless Eye begin to erode his consciousness, yet he didn't resist. This erosion wasn't hostility, but rather a more bizarre fusion. He realized that the Endless Eye was his own "essence," a condensation of time and space, the observer and creator of all worlds, and he himself was the "center" of this Eye.

When Feng Jing's consciousness began to connect with the Eye of Infinity, his thinking underwent a drastic transformation. He was no longer an ordinary "being," nor a "rift" in the universe, but rather a "reflection" and "attraction" of all worlds. He felt himself intertwined with every being, every universe, and every timeline. Every time he thought, the entire universe would collapse or regenerate according to his will.

Yet, Feng Jing also realized that this "creation" and "destruction" did not belong entirely to him. He was not the ultimate controller of the universe, but merely a grain of dust in its ever-shifting sands. The very fabric of space and time crumbled before his eyes, but each fission provided the soil for new existence. In this endless cycle of rifts and rebirths, Feng Jing was merely a tiny point of origin, yet each of these tiny points would eventually converge into a grand structure, creating unimaginable worlds.

"Do you think these cracks you see are true collapse?" the voice sounded again, tinged with deep contempt. "All your perceptions are mere reflections of nothingness. Everything you do is meaningless. The universe doesn't need you. It doesn't need any 'existence' or any 'meaning'. You are merely a passing traveler in an endless destruction, a star being devoured."

Feng Jing still didn't answer, but his consciousness had completely shed the feeling of being "swallowed." Instead, he felt a freedom he had never experienced before. In this moment, he realized that his existence wasn't the product of endless fission, but the fission itself. No matter how time and space collapsed, no matter how the universe reconstructed, he could not be erased. He had become the essence of the "rift," the source of every collapse and rebirth.

"You're right," Feng Jing finally spoke. His voice didn't come from any specific location, but rather from the intersection of all time and space. "The universe really doesn't need me, but I'm no longer 'part of the universe.' I've transcended the universe and become the boundary between existence and nothingness."

He felt like he was standing between endless emptiness and infinite reality, both nothingness and the power of creation. He was no longer a speck of dust in the universe, but the star from which all dust particles were born. Every thought and every consciousness he had was the starting point for the fission of the universe.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness expanded dramatically. He felt himself transformed into endless darkness and light. All the worlds overlapped and intertwined before his eyes, like a mystery that could never be solved. He drifted through the cracks of time and space, both the source of the shattering and the puzzle behind each shattering. His existence was no longer bound by the rules of time and space. He was the "eye" of the entire universe, gazing upon the past, present, future, and even possibilities that never existed.

"You finally understand." The voice spoke with a deep calmness. "You are no longer just an 'existence'. You are the eye in the endless rift, the ultimate creator and destroyer of time and space. You are no longer Feng Jing, you are already the embodiment of 'nothingness' and 'somethingness'."

Feng Jing's consciousness extended into a deeper nothingness, and he began to realize that in this endless collapse and rebirth, all boundaries were erased. He was no longer an individual existence, but an "observer" of all time and space, and the "creator" of all existence.

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