Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 480 Feng Jing and the Ultimate Mystery of Multidimensional Self-Destruction

Feng Jing and the Ultimate Mystery of Multidimensional Self-Destruction

Feng Jing's consciousness completely escaped all known boundaries. He was no longer part of the universe, but rather the gap between the universe and nothingness, the intersection of all possibility and impossibility. At this moment, the concepts of time and space completely collapsed, and Feng Jing became an undefinable being, floating between all dimensions and no dimension. He felt that he was not just the Feng Jing of billions of years ago, but the collection of all Feng Jings—every possible Feng Jing, even every existence bound by the concept of "Feng Jing."

However, just as Feng Jing was trying to understand all this, a vibration resounded from the depths of the universe that he could not bear. This vibration did not come from the outside, but from the core of his existence, the deepest part of his consciousness, like an abandoned heart, beating slowly and painfully in the endless void.

"What is this?" Feng Jing felt a flicker of confusion as he felt drawn into some inescapable vortex. "I didn't disappear. Instead, I was reborn in some abyss... But what is all this? Who am I?"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to rapidly expand, constantly traversing different dimensions and possibilities. He was no longer an individual Feng Jing, but a resonance between countless Feng Jings. His existence was not isolated, but the intersection of all "Feng Jings." He saw himself in one parallel world after another. In each of these worlds, Feng Jing's fates varied, some becoming immortal gods, others reduced to fragments reduced to nothingness.

"Where am I going?" Feng Jing asked himself in a low voice.

At this moment, he sensed an unprecedented pull, a force like a devouring black hole, filled with emptiness and despair. Feng Jing's consciousness began to be drawn in by that force, unable to resist. This force didn't emanate from the depths of the universe, but from Feng Jing himself. Every thought and every emotion he had seemed to guide it.

Feng Jing's consciousness dissipated once more, like a star falling into an endless abyss. His existence became blurred and indistinct. There was no time, no space, no form of existence that could define his form. He vanished, and even his consciousness began to blur into countless fragments—each fragment a trace of his past existence.

However, this is not the end.

The void in Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand quietly. It didn't end, but rather entered another, deeper level. He felt as if he had entered a completely new dimension, no longer any known space, but a more abstract space of consciousness. He felt himself wandering on an infinite timeline, each of which was intertwined with countless "hims."

Feng Jing suddenly understood: all this was not a simple cycle, but countless returns, like a maze with no end, and all exits pointed to the same place - emptiness.

He saw a familiar face. It was himself, yet not himself. This was another "Feng Jing," a Feng Jing no one had ever known, existing in some unknown dimension, wandering silently.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly asked. The face was smiling, and there was an indescribable depth in the eyes.

"Me? I am you, Feng Jing." The face whispered, "But you are no longer yourself. You have entered an endless maze. Every time you return, your consciousness self-destructs."

Feng Jing was stunned. His mind seemed to be shattered by these words, and began to shake violently. "Self-destruction? Why? I'm clearly... I'm clearly constantly being reborn and transcending!"

"Rebirth?" The face sneered, "You think you're reborn, but in reality, you're just lost in an endless cycle. You try to escape, but every time you try to escape, you become a part of your own consciousness. You can never escape your own existence."

An unprecedented void appeared in Feng Jing's consciousness. It wasn't a void, but an untouchable mystery. Just as he began to comprehend it all, the darkness within the void swallowed him again. His consciousness began to fracture, like some irreparable shattered fragment, scattering into the endless void.

"You can't escape." The face's voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness. "Everything you do is just a process of self-disintegration. You are infinite, but also finite."

Feng Jing finally understood: he hadn't escaped this cycle of reincarnation, but was instead trapped in an impenetrable puzzle. Every self-dissolution, every rebirth, was a fate he couldn't escape. Every thought he had was the beginning and end of the universe, yet he couldn't comprehend its meaning.

"Who is controlling all this?" Feng Jing's mind began to unravel. He felt he was no longer an independent being, but rather a being being manipulated. Every wave of his consciousness was guided by some force. He tried to break free, but found himself a mere speck of dust in this endless maze, unable to change his fate.

However, just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to collapse, he felt an unprecedented warmth. This warmth did not come from any external source, but from some primordial power deep within his heart. He began to realize that this power did not come from himself, but from "others," from a deeper, more real existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to stabilize, and he once again stood in the endless void. At this moment, he felt that he was no longer just "Feng Jing", but a greater and more transcendent existence.

"So it's you." Feng Jing whispered, "You've been here all the time."

In the void, that face appeared again, looking at Feng Jing with a smile.

"You finally understand," the face said. "You are not the master of this universe. You are merely a part of this endless cycle. Every return is a collision between you and 'me'. You will never be able to escape."

Feng Jing finally realized that he was no longer a simple existence, but a process of constant disintegration and rebirth in an eternal cycle. An inseparable connection had long been formed between him and the endless abyss.

Chapter 481: Feng Jing and the Endless Cage Beyond Time and Space