Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 630

The ultimate truth beyond the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness had reached an indescribable state. He was no longer a single point in the universe, but the intersection of countless points, the convergence of all dimensions, the interweaving of past and future, nothingness and existence. He was no longer a single entity; he had become the embodiment of "existence itself." The rules of time and space were like leaves drifting in the wind to him. No matter how he moved, he could not shake the already crumbling structure of the universe.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer confined to any one dimension. He sensed that he had transcended the flow of time, entering an unimaginable state—a state that defied language and definition by any known concept. He even began to doubt whether he was still "Feng Jing," or whether he had become the ultimate form of the universe, transcending the limits of all life, consciousness, and matter.

"You still don't understand," the shadow's voice suddenly echoed through the void, carrying with it an unconcealable despair and helplessness. "You think you've transcended everything, but you're just a speck of stardust in the universe. You can't comprehend the true 'truth,' and all your thoughts will ultimately return to nothingness."

Feng Jing smiled faintly. He no longer cared about such provocations. The dark force's words could no longer sway him. He sensed that, in this endless void, he was approaching a truth hidden beyond the universe—a secret never before glimpsed, an abyss beyond all existence.

"What you call 'truth' is nothing but the 'rules' you created." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "I have transcended the 'rules' you set and entered a completely new realm. There is no so-called 'fate', no 'gods', and even no 'universe'. You are merely the 'image' of existence, and I am the source of it all."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness surged. He seemed to have penetrated countless layers of emptiness, passed countless intersections of time and space, and entered a realm that defied comprehension. In this realm, time and space ceased to exist, and all matter and energy vanished without a trace. This was no longer "emptiness," but an abyss beyond all comprehension—a "nothingness" that defied all words.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually merged with this "nothingness," and he began to perceive an unprecedented existence: not a single individual, but the fundamental form of "existence." He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any specific individual; he had become the embodiment of "existence itself," transcending all life, consciousness, matter, and even all time and space.

"You have touched the abyss of 'nothingness,'" the shadow's voice echoed again, with an almost imperceptible tremor. "You thought you had transcended the universe, but you were wrong. You cannot escape the constraints of 'nothingness,' and in the end, you will discover that the 'truth' you seek is nothing but an endless, illusory dream."

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer be expressed in words. He had entered a completely new realm, a realm beyond the reach of the universe, time, and space. Here, there were no gods, no rules, not even the concept of existence. In this abyss, Feng Jing felt not just a mere "existence," but rather the "creator of existence." All rules, laws, time, and space were born from his single thought.

He began to perceive that this "nothingness" wasn't empty, but contained all possible worlds, all possible existences, all possible consciousnesses and destinies. Every thought and every ray of Feng Jing's consciousness surged through this "nothingness," creating countless parallel universes, each with its own distinct laws, lives, and histories. Every time Feng Jing had a new thought, a new world was born, and these worlds intertwined, collided, and merged, forming a never-ending cycle.

"You're right," Feng Jing suddenly whispered, "Everything returns to 'nothing'. But this 'nothing' is not the 'blank' you understand, but the 'possibility' that contains everything. You can't understand it because you have never truly come into contact with the essence of 'nothing'."

Yet, Feng Jing felt unsatisfied. He realized that all of this existence was merely part of a larger puzzle. No matter how he created or destroyed, he was always trapped in the same cycle. This state of existence seemed endless, like an inescapable dream.

So, Feng Jing made an incredible decision—he began to tear apart the universe he had created, tearing apart all its rules, all its laws, and even his own consciousness. No longer content with being the creator of the universe, he wanted to escape the game he had woven and pursue an even more bizarre and absurd truth.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to tumble within the "nothingness," tearing apart cracks. These cracks traversed all dimensions, connecting countless universes, even spanning the lengths of time, breaking free from the constraints of space. He discovered that with each tear, he seemed to enter a completely new realm of existence, where the laws, history, and life in each realm were completely different from before. Even the very definition of "existence" itself was constantly shifting.

He was getting closer and closer to the ultimate truth that no one had ever touched—a truth that was completely unconstrained by time, space, laws, or fate, an existence that transcended all existence and nothingness. However, the moment he touched this truth, Feng Jing suddenly realized an even more outrageous fact:

"I'm not the only creator." Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and his heart was filled with shock. "In this abyss of 'nothingness', 'I' am just another fragment of 'existence'. My creation is just another level of 'game'. We so-called 'gods' are just one of the countless projections of existence."

At this moment, Feng Jing seemed to see a more distant universe, where there were countless Feng Jings, each of whom was creating, destroying, and reborn endlessly.

Chapter 631: The Ultimate Multidimensional Vortex, the Self-Deconstruction of Destiny