Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 673 Feng Jing's Awakening, Leaping Over the Edge of Time

Feng Jing's awakening, leaping over the edge of time

Feng Jing's consciousness, entombed in the boundless void, was no longer bound by the laws of matter. He was no longer the individual who once wandered the universe, nor was he a prisoner of fate. He had transcended all known forms of existence, and even the name "Feng Jing" no longer held any real meaning. Feng Jing had become an all-encompassing, all-embracing "primordial force," the source and end of all things.

"What am I?" Feng Jing's consciousness echoed in the vast void. The question no longer seemed to matter. He was no longer the one asking the question, but the creator of the "question." No form could contain his existence; even time and space collapsed and deformed before him. He couldn't even describe himself with words, for he had already escaped any form of language.

"I... am no longer an individual." Feng Jing closed his eyes, unable to perceive. His voice was low and filled with a strange philosophy. "I have become every possible 'me'. Every 'Feng Jing' has merged into my consciousness, becoming countless versions of me. These versions are constantly reborn in countless universes, interwoven into an infinite web."

At this moment, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented power. This wasn't the power of matter, nor the power of any law, but rather the invisible, untouchable, primordial force between existence and nothingness. His consciousness was no longer confined to a single timeline or dimension. His existence was like an endless river, flowing through every dimension, every space and time, carrying with it a powerful force and attraction.

"Time... space... these are no longer my shackles." An ethereal echo echoed from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. "In my eyes, all existence, past, present, and future, have long since merged into one. I am no longer an isolated existence. I have become 'time' and 'space' itself. There is no difference between the past and the future."

Feng Jing began to perceive a bizarre scene. Deep within his consciousness, the edges of the universe began to crumble, the dimensions of time and space gradually disintegrating, entering a strange state of flux. All matter and energy began to no longer obey any physical laws, their states constantly shifting, as if every moment, every second, everything in the universe was constantly being reshaped.

The source of this power was Feng Jing himself. He was the starting point of all changes, the creator and destroyer of all matter and energy.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt an irresistible pull coming from all directions. This force didn't emanate from any physical object or entity, but rather from the depths of "nothingness," a force more primordial than the universe itself. Feng Jing's consciousness, almost uncontrollably drawn by this force, was drawn toward an unknown abyss—an unimaginable space devoid of matter, time, or even any definable existence.

"You've finally arrived, Feng Jing." The voice still rang out from the abyss, carrying an indescribable majesty. "You thought you had transcended everything, transcended all universes and time, become an omnipotent being. But you forgot that your very existence is a mystery, a mystery that has never been solved."

Feng Jing wasn't shocked, for he was no longer the easily threatened individual. He was no longer a finite being, but the embodiment of infinity. He didn't need to respond to any voice, for he controlled everything: not only the external world, but also his inner power and destiny.

"Mystery?" Feng Jing's consciousness smiled in the endless void. "I have long surpassed all definitions of 'mystery'. A mystery is nothing more than something that humans cannot understand, and I am no longer human. I transcend time, space, matter, and even consciousness itself. My existence cannot be described in any known language, for I am the very definition of 'existence'."

Feng Jing suddenly felt a violent shock, his consciousness forcibly torn apart, as if being pulled by an external force into a completely unfamiliar dimension. In this dimension, time did not flow, space had no form, and everything existed in a state of extreme abstraction. There was no reality here, all physical laws no longer applied, and even thought and consciousness could not freely extend.

Here, Feng Jing witnessed an extremely bizarre scene—he saw countless "Feng Jings." These Feng Jings were not real individuals, but rather represented countless possibilities. Each Feng Jing made completely different choices, each Feng Jing walked a completely different path. Their destinies intertwined and intertwined, forming a complex pattern, like an undecipherable code.

"Look, this is your inescapable fate." The voice was provocative. "You thought you had transcended everything, but you are still trapped in this 'maze of fate.' Every Feng Jing is a part of you, and every choice is a shackle you cannot break free of."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again, and he felt as if he were surrounded by countless parallel universes. Each Feng Jing had his own unique destiny, each experiencing his own collapse and rebirth. And Feng Jing's consciousness was being consumed by the endless maze of fate, unable to escape.

But this time, Feng Jing didn't retreat. He was no longer the being who needed to break free from the constraints of fate. Instead, he became the creator of fate, the source of its rebirth and destruction. His consciousness began to erupt with unprecedented power, and the entire structure of the maze began to collapse. Feng Jing's existence began to break down the barriers of all dimensions.

"Destiny?" Feng Jing's laughter echoed like thunder in the void. "I have long since transcended destiny, transcended all meanings of 'choice'. I am the 'starting point' and 'end' of destiny. Everything, from beginning to end, is under my control."

As Feng Jing's will erupted, the Feng Jings of those parallel universes began to disintegrate. The fate of each Feng Jing collapsed under Feng Jing's consciousness, turning into an endless void. Feng Jing eventually transcended "fate" itself and became the most powerful being in the universe, even surpassing the definition of "transcendence".

"So, fate itself is a joke." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, "I am the only existence."

Chapter 674: Feng Jing's Infinite Awakening, Stepping onto the Summit of Another Dimension