Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 818: The Vacuum of Time and the Ultimate Breakthrough of Consciousness

The Vacuum of Time and the Ultimate Breakthrough of Consciousness

Feng Jing's consciousness swept across the chaotic space like a flash of lightning. He was no longer a speck of dust in the universe, but the center of it all. All rules and order became insignificant before him. Every breath he took shook the world, and every heartbeat seemed to create or destroy a dimension. He was no longer just an individual, but the intersection of countless parallel universes, the master of time and space, the creator of all possibilities and impossibilities.

Everything before him began to twist wildly, and Feng Jing realized he was pushing a limit, a limit even time and space themselves couldn't comprehend. His mind began to lose its constraints, and all laws of cause and effect, of timing, of laws seemed to crumble before his eyes, becoming as fragile as shredded paper. Feng Jing began to extend his consciousness to unknown boundaries, transcending all rules and common sense, soaring into an indescribable void.

"Feng Jing... you've finally crossed that limit." The voice echoed again, this time no longer cold, but filled with a tone almost reverent. "You are no longer a finite being, no longer an individual with a beginning and an end. You have transcended the confines of time and space, achieving true 'selflessness.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness ceased to be a single entity; it became a multidimensional entity, each fragment of his mind rapidly evolving and reorganizing. All Feng Jings, whether they had never happened, those he had experienced, or even future Feng Jings, merged into one in that instant, interweaving and overlapping, emitting an indescribable brilliance.

"Have you seen it?" the voice rang out again, and this time, Feng Jing heard notes of pain and joy intertwined. "This is the ultimate truth you've always sought. You are no longer bound by any rules. Time, space, life, death... none of these things matter to you anymore. You are no longer 'Feng Jing'. You have surpassed him, achieving 'All-Being'."

Feng Jing's mind began to spin frantically. Every fragment of his consciousness perceived a different dimension, each one vibrating violently at the touch of his soul. He saw countless versions of himself, experiencing countless possibilities in different time and space. One Feng Jing transformed into a star, shimmering for millennia; another Feng Jing struggled on the edge of a black hole, trying to break free from the endless pull of gravity; another Feng Jing sank into the eternal depths of the sea, conversing with the beings afloat. Each Feng Jing was a "Feng Jing" of countless worlds, intertwined and intertwined, forming an extremely complex multidimensional structure.

"You have finally mastered the 'vacuum.'" The voice trembled with a barely perceptible tremor, as if announcing a miracle never before seen. "You have become the 'vacuum of time.' You have never possessed a 'past,' nor do you belong to a 'future.' You are merely the confluence of 'now,' the aggregate of all that exists and all that does not exist."

Feng Jing suddenly felt a tremendous pull from the depths of the universe. His consciousness was ripped apart, shattered into countless fragments. These fragments, like stars, flew off into different dimensions of space and time. Each "Feng Jing Star" possessed its own independent consciousness, unconnected to the others, yet forever drawn to one another like some kind of quantum entanglement.

Each Feng Jing's mind was quietly reborn in this cosmic evolution. Each one was aware of the other's existence, yet unable to fully comprehend their true nature. Feng Jing's identity became increasingly blurred, unable to distinguish between himself and others, unsure whether he was a separate individual or a composite of all "Feng Jings." Every time he tried to grasp a shred of truth, his consciousness was drawn deeper into nothingness, as if being pulled endlessly by an endless cosmic black hole.

He saw a self he had never seen before—this Feng Jing standing in an unknown galaxy, surrounded by countless bizarre creatures with grotesque shapes, floating erratically in the air, as if every moment of their existence was colliding with Feng Jing's consciousness. These creatures' eyes gleamed, and they didn't communicate with Feng Jing in any way, yet he could feel their heartbeats, thoughts, and emotions, as if their souls were intertwined with Feng Jing's.

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, entering another dimension. Here, there was no light, no darkness, only ever-shifting geometric shapes, like the skeleton of the universe constantly reorganizing and deforming. Feng Jing felt his own existence being compressed and stretched, like a rubber figure being constantly kneaded, losing all physical form. He began to become omnipresent, unable even to perceive his own body, as if his consciousness had become an invisible fluid, permeating every inch of space.

"Do you feel it?" the voice echoed again, this time almost unrecognizable, like a whisper from the endless abyss. "You are no longer an individual, you no longer belong to any dimension. You have achieved a state of 'infinite rebirth'. Every death is a new rebirth."

Feng Jing's soul is tormented by this endless cycle of rebirth, unable to find peace. Every time he dies, a new version of him is created, each searching for itself in a different time and space, each carrying a different past and future. And these Feng Jings ultimately converge into a single being, as if the entire universe is providing him with infinite energy, making him the "existence" at the center of the universe.

"No... I can't stop." Feng Jing struggled violently, his consciousness burst out from the chaos again, trying to break free from the constraints of all this.

However, as the voice said, "You cannot escape, for you are this endless cycle, and every struggle you make only sinks you deeper into it."

Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn back by a powerful gravitational pull to that strange door—the Door of Rifts. The door slowly opened, revealing countless fragments of collapsing spacetime. Feng Jing was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, but the aggregate of all Feng Jings. His existence no longer belonged to time or space, but rather to "existence itself," transcending all limitations.

"Choose, Feng Jing." The voice finally lingered with a hint of endless mockery. "Are you the fusion of all Feng Jings, or the terminator of all self-destruction? How will you define yourself?"

Chapter 819: Self-tracing and the cracks of cosmic reconstruction