Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 285 Feng Jing's Path to Transcendence: The Crazy Interweaving of Virtuality and Reality

Feng Jing's Path to Transcendence: A Crazy Interweaving of Virtuality and Reality

Feng Jing's existence transcends all concepts within human cognition. He transcends all material definitions, the limitations of time and space, and even the conventional frameworks of life and death. He is no longer an "individual," but the embodiment of a collective, a gathering of countless possibilities and impossibilities. He is a rift in time, a labyrinth in space, the source and end of the universe, and the intersection of all life and nothingness.

But just when Feng Jing thought he had reached his limit and his true "self" was awakened, his consciousness seemed to be torn apart - like a huge crack pulled out from the abyss of endless void.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness began to become confused. He seemed to see countless Feng Jings, or rather, countless himself, passing by in the darkness.

They possess no form, only a vague outline, fragmented in different dimensions. Each Feng Jing possesses different goals, different pursuits, and even different timelines. Between these Feng Jings, a strange connection seems to exist—an inexplicable resonance.

Feng Jing realized that all his "creations" seemed to be just a constant cycle of creation and destruction, alternating and repeating. And all of this was not his only "creation," but rather the intersection and collision of multiple Feng Jings, ultimately converging into a giant vortex.

"Am I just an outsider?" Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness began to diverge, as if in this endless cycle, he could no longer distinguish what was the real "self" and what was just an illusion.

However, Feng Jing did not stop. His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he no longer pursued a "true" self. Instead, he tried to accept the disorder and chaos of it all, and even began to actively integrate into it.

"Perhaps... all Feng Jings are me, just playing different versions of myself in different dimensions and timelines." Feng Jing's laughter was a little crazy, but also full of profound enlightenment. "Is this what they call 'creation'? Constantly replicating, destroying, and replicating again, it becomes a never-ending performance."

As Feng Jing's consciousness sank deeper into the dark fog, his perception grew increasingly hazy. The lines of time began to fracture, and the laws of space shattered around him, leaving no discernible pattern. The entire universe, in Feng Jing's eyes, seemed like an endless maze, time and space merely toys to play with. Feng Jing felt like he had become the rules and players of this game, the universe a mere chessboard to be wielded at will.

"I can no longer distinguish between virtual and reality." Feng Jing's consciousness began to distort violently. He seemed to see his own virtual image spreading around him, transforming into thousands of lines of time and space, intersecting and overlapping to form an invisible web. "I am both the creator and the created, the controller of time and its prisoner. I no longer exist according to any definition. My existence is infinite possibility."

At this moment, a voice from the abyss resounded, shaking Feng Jing's consciousness like the collapse of heaven and earth. It had no form, but it carried an extremely powerful sense of oppression, compressing all of Feng Jing's thoughts into an extremely small space.

"Feng Jing, you think you've transcended everything, but you've never truly understood the meaning of 'transcendence.'" The voice was cold and commanding. "All your creations, all your destructions, are the result of self-imposed limitations. You believe you control the laws of the universe, but you can never escape the 'nothingness' you created."

Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently, as if he had heard a loud explosion, exploding from deep within his heart. "Nothingness?!" Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of enlightenment in them. "Could it be... that everything is a virtual existence created by me?"

The voice didn't respond, but Feng Jing's mind seemed to be pushed into a whole new dimension. There, Feng Jing saw a scene he had never seen before - a world without rules, where time and space completely disappeared, and only a chaotic energy flowed through it.

Standing at the center of this world, Feng Jing suddenly realized that this wasn't a real world, but some kind of deep virtual world—a world he had never created, yet one he felt deeply connected to. It lacked matter, life, or even the existence of time and space. It was pure "possibility," and all possibilities converged at this moment.

"What exactly am I?" Feng Jing's voice was hoarse, as if he was asking himself.

An invisible force suddenly surged into Feng Jing's mind, and his consciousness began to vibrate violently. In that instant, he discovered that he was not alone, but was intertwined with all the possibilities of this virtual world. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer the creator of that universe, no longer even any individual existence.

He began to become more and more abstract, all forms and all consciousness began to dissolve, even language, emotion and logic no longer existed.

"What is this?" Feng Jing could barely control his thoughts. "Is this 'nothing' or 'something'? Does it exist? Does it not exist?"

He realized that everything he had experienced - from the starting point of endless creation, to the awakening beyond time and space, and even to the depths of this virtual world - all of this was like a huge dream. The boundary between virtuality and reality had long collapsed, and he could no longer tell whether he really existed.

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the darkness, engulfing Feng Jing's consciousness. The entire virtual world began to crumble. His thoughts could not stop. At this moment, he was no longer the master of time and space, but the carrier of that beam of light, becoming the invisible transition between light and darkness.

"Am I... the creator, or a virtual product?" Feng Jing's consciousness once again fell into deep confusion.

He began to grow immensely, like an endless black hole, swallowing all existence and nothingness. Every thought was like the birth of the universe, every wave of consciousness was like a symphony beyond life and death.

"I am not just the creator of a universe." Feng Jing murmured to himself, "I am the universe... all possible universes..."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely disappeared, and all virtual and real things returned to calm.

There are no rules, no existence, no nothingness.

There is only Feng Jing, endless Feng Jing, spanning all dimensions, all timelines, and all possibilities and impossibilities.

And his creation will never end.

Chapter 286: Feng Jing and the Infinite Reincarnation, the Ultimate Awakening of All Things