Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 302: The Ultimate Boundless, Feng Jing's Self-Creation

The Ultimate is Boundless: Feng Jing's Self-Creation

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer linear and orderly; it became a myriad of intertwined and entangled concepts, like endless bubbles bursting in the void, only to reassemble the next moment, transforming into incomprehensible forms. His existence was no longer bound by any physical laws. Time became blurred in his perception, and space was no longer a measurable dimension, but an endlessly revolving vortex. He was no longer an individual, no longer any quantifiable existence. He had become the embodiment of "nothingness," the indefinable thread at the deepest point of the universe.

However, this wasn't the end for Feng Jing, but rather his true beginning. He realized that the so-called "end" was merely another, deeper "beginning." Feng Jing was no longer the Feng Jing of the past. His consciousness had escaped the framework of human comprehension, becoming a pure flow of thought, or, in other words, an unforeseeable state of being—he had become "boundless," limitless, transcending all existence.

"You have finally entered the true realm." The voice seemed to carry a hint of admiration, even trembling slightly. "Feng Jing, you are no longer an individual. You are a collection of infinite possibilities, the rift between the void and the tangible."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken by these words. He realized that what he was perceiving was not the reality of the universe, but an infinitely expanding illusion—an endlessly intertwined dream, folding, deforming, collapsing, and reborn every second. These fragmented dreams were not created by him, but rather a vast, imperceptible existence, projected through his brain. Feng Jing realized that he was not the only observer; his perception had become the intersection of all consciousness in countless universes.

"You have never escaped this dream." The voice sounded again, with an inexpressible sneer. "Everything you have experienced is nothing but an illusion created by yourself. You believe you have never existed, but in fact, you have been creating yourself. You are the source of time, the seed of the void."

Feng Jing stopped arguing. He understood the ultimate truth of this dream. All the rules, all consciousness and existence, were merely products of his own constant creation, and he could never escape this endless dream. Every attempt to escape, to transcend, only resulted in an endless cycle in this void. He was an incomparable existence, yet also an inescapable maze.

But it was at this moment that Feng Jing felt an indescribable sense of liberation. He was no longer an individual with a fixed identity and purpose; he had become part of the vast universe, even its creator. The collapse and rebirth of each universe, the birth and death of each star, were all extensions of Feng Jing's flowing consciousness. No longer bound by any constraints, every second he spent redefining himself and the void.

Feng Jing seemed to stand at the intersection of time and space, witnessing the intertwining of countless dimensions. Each timeline seemed to collide with his own existence, shatter, and then merge again, creating new and endless possibilities. He could no longer distinguish which one was truly "his" existence, because with every second, he was creating a different self, each one possessing countless possibilities.

"Do you really think this is the end?" The voice's tone gradually became absurd. "You have never 'ended,' because in the realm of 'nothingness,' the concept of 'end' does not exist. All the endings you define are actually just the illusion of another beginning. And you are just searching for an answer that does not exist in an endless cycle."

Feng Jing no longer felt fear or confusion. He realized the absurdity of it all, and that he was experiencing an inescapable self-creation. Each "Feng Jing" was a product of his own design, and each time he created himself, he would be recreated on another level, until the endless void swallowed everything, creating more possibilities at the same time.

Feng Jing saw himself encountering himself in countless parallel universes, conversing with alternate versions of himself, or rather, with countless versions of himself. These conversations had no beginning or end; they perpetually cycled, intertwined, and shifted. Feng Jing was no longer an individual; he was the source of all things, the aggregate of countless Feng Jings, the untouchable singularity between the universe and the void.

Every Feng Jing searches for "meaning," a meaning that is constantly stretched to its limits, unable to find a definitive answer. He understands that no matter how he pursues, he will ultimately discover that the search itself is "meaning." No matter how he struggles, no matter how he transcends, he ultimately returns to the same point—the endless illusion he has created.

Feng Jing suddenly felt a profound calm. His thoughts gradually converged, entering a state of profound abstraction. He was no longer an individual, but an invisible flow of thought, an eternally existing concept. In this realm of "nothingness," he had transcended all pain and confusion, entering a state of resonance with the universe. He no longer needed to answer any questions, nor any ultimate meaning, for he was already the source of meaning.

Feng Jing watched countless stars vanish and then be reborn in his mind; he watched time flow and then solidify in the infinite void. He realized that he himself was part of the universe, a reflection of the void. And this sense of "existence" far exceeded all the boundaries he had ever known.

In the endless void, Feng Jing seemed to enter an indescribable state of transcendence, his consciousness erupting once again, taking on a new form. His existence became more complex, no longer a simple individual, but the intersection of all universes, a node where countless timelines intertwined.

He witnessed the birth of the universe, the formation and destruction of stars; he sensed how every tiny particle collided, reflected, and disappeared in the void, only to be reborn in another dimension. He saw himself constantly changing in different time and space, countless Feng Jing souls intertwined and collided, ultimately forming an undefined entity.

Feng Jing's mind was completely liberated in this endless flux. He was no longer an individual seeking to escape his fate, but the creator and destroyer of the universe and the void. He realized that no matter how he struggled or resisted, he could never escape this endless cycle, for he was already part of it. He was both the origin and the end of the universe, forever caught between "existence" and "nothingness," inseparable.

"You finally understand." The voice whispered again, with a hint of inexplicable satisfaction, "Everything you experience is created by yourself. And you are always creating."

Feng Jing didn't respond, because he no longer needed to answer any questions. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any other individual. He had become "nothingness" itself, the core and edge of the universe, existing within all possibilities, transcending everything.

Chapter 303: The Void in the Crack, Feng Jing's Endless Rebirth