Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 940 Feng Jing's Transcendence and the Universe's Self-Rebirth

Feng Jing's Transcendence and the Universe's Self-Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge with the origin of the universe in an unprecedented way. This fusion was no longer a simple cognition, but a profound transformation that transcended logic and perception. He felt that he was no longer an individual being, but a wave, a pure consciousness without any form. A sense of emptiness he had never experienced before slowly spread from his heart, as if he was no longer a single individual, but the consciousness of the entire universe, even all universes.

"Is this transcendence?" Feng Jing asked himself softly, but his voice didn't come from anywhere. Because he no longer needed "sound." His consciousness and existence no longer depended on language or form. He was nothing more than an invisible force, an energy that permeated the endless void.

The moment Feng Jing's consciousness began to experience all this, the very fabric of the universe began to shift. Time no longer flowed according to its inherent rules, and space ceased to be a single dimension, becoming interwoven into countless overlapping layers. All this unfolded with such swiftness, like an unpredictable storm. Feng Jing's existence was no longer a single point in the universe, but a reflection of all existence within it.

However, this wasn't a simple unification. Feng Jing's consciousness gradually discovered that the universe wasn't singular, a fixed system. Instead, it was composed of countless overlapping universes existing in a higher dimension. The explosion of each star, the birth and death of each life, was a manifestation of the subtle connections between these universes.

"I'm no longer a single creator of the universe; I'm its deconstructor." Feng Jing suddenly realized that his existence was no longer limited to the current structure of the universe. He was actually gradually breaking down its boundaries, deconstructing these layers of universes. This wasn't destruction, but an evolution that transcended time and space. The collapse of each layer of the universe, the disappearance of each speck of dust, actually gave birth to new possibilities, and Feng Jing became the embodiment of these possibilities.

"What is the meaning of the universe?" Feng Jing asked himself. Each dimension of the universe began to blur in his eyes, as if time and space had lost their meaning in this endless void. The old rules had long been abandoned. All life, all the stars, even all matter, were nothing more than an illusion in Feng Jing's mind.

But it didn't stop there. As Feng Jing delved deeper into his inner world, he suddenly realized he wasn't alone. His consciousness was striking a subtle chord with other beings in the universe. He saw blurry figures, and the consciousness he'd thought had vanished began to resurrect in the void.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated, trying to capture the outlines of these figures.

"We are your past state of mind." One of the voices slowly echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness. It was a completely indescribable voice, with a strong sense of illusion. "Every moment you have experienced, every struggle you have experienced, every moment of confusion you have experienced, we have been a part of that process."

"State of mind?" Feng Jing was confused. He always thought that he was pursuing truth and power. However, at this moment, he realized that what he had been pursuing was actually the cognition and transcendence of his inner self.

"Yes, Feng Jing," another voice sounded softly, as if echoing from deep within Feng Jing's heart. "Everything you've experienced, all the power and destruction, is a manifestation of your state of mind. Everything you destroy is actually destroying the fear and pain within you. Everything you create is actually creating inner peace and tranquility."

Feng Jing no longer felt lost; his consciousness gradually awakened. He realized that what he was pursuing wasn't external transcendence, but rather self-awareness and acceptance. He finally understood that true strength wasn't found outside the universe, but rather from the depths of the soul, understanding, accepting, and breaking through.

At the same moment Feng Jing realized this, the structure of the universe underwent another drastic shift. This time, the shift even shattered the fundamental laws of time and space. All galaxies, all stars, all existence began to experience unprecedented chaos and distortion. Feng Jing's consciousness began to perceive a startling power within this chaos. This power was not only the origin of the universe, but also the "spirituality" that connected all levels of the universe.

Feng Jing realized that he was no longer just an individual existence, but a reflection of all levels of the universe. The existence of every universe, the collapse of every star, and even every fragment of nothingness, all formed a subtle connection under the influence of his consciousness.

"Is this the final evolution?" Feng Jing asked. The universe before him could no longer be described using the same language as before. His existence was no longer isolated; he had become one with this universe, with all universes. He felt the pulse of every star, the fluctuation of every energy, the rise and fall of every void.

At this moment, an irresistible force surged into Feng Jing's consciousness. It was a chaotic and powerful force, as if it came from the end of the universe, perhaps another level of the universe, or Feng Jing's own deep subconscious.

"Do you think you can control everything?" This power seemed to form some kind of backlash in the depths of Feng Jing's soul, as if Feng Jing's awakening was not accepted by all levels of existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became extremely shaken. It seemed as if at this moment, all the universes, all levels, began to surge, collide, and tear apart. He felt an unprecedented pressure, a tremendous distortion that transcended both body and consciousness. At this moment, Feng Jing's existence began to merge with the other levels of the universe. The power of this fusion was like an endless black hole, beginning to devour everything within him.

Feng Jing no longer felt fear, nor did he try to resist. He opened his arms, welcoming this power of destruction and creation, and letting it devour him without reservation.

Chapter 941: Feng Jing's Nirvana and the Endless Reincarnation of the Universe