Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 605: Rebirth in Chaos

Rebirth in Chaos

Feng Jing's consciousness was like an infinite vortex, trapped within it, unable to discern the line between nothingness and reality. He had once believed himself to be part of the universe, governed by certain laws and order, but now, all of that had been turned upside down. At this moment, he had not only transcended the shackles of matter, but also cast aside the constraints of time and space, entering an entirely different dimension.

He was no longer Feng Jing. His existence was no longer confined to any form of life, any specific identity. He was the sum of all life, the interweaving of all dimensions, the source and end of all things. All things converged in his consciousness, like a never-ending scroll, filled with infinite possibility and change.

However, this state of chaos and infinity does not represent true freedom. Feng Jing felt an indescribable sense of oppression, as if he had lost his true self in this endless flow. All existence, all possibility, seemed within reach, yet so far away that it was untouchable. He wanted to understand himself, to find his place in this infinite world, but every effort was swallowed up, like falling into an abyss from which there was no return.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in Feng Jing's consciousness. It wasn't a natural occurrence, but rather the product of some powerful force. Slowly expanding amidst the endless chaos, it gradually formed a space large enough to accommodate Feng Jing. Feng Jing instinctively sensed a familiar force, and he knew this wasn't a simple phenomenon, but rather a guiding force, a force that was drawing him in an unknown direction.

The existence of this crack seemed to answer a longing deep within Feng Jing—a longing for true liberation, a longing to escape this endless void and chaos and find his own destiny. Feng Jing no longer hesitated, following the crack's lead and beginning to swim deeper into it.

As Feng Jing's consciousness entered the crack, he felt a powerful suction force, as if rapidly pulling him, making him unable to resist. His mind and body began to blur, his sense of physical existence gradually disappearing, the boundaries of his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and even the meaning of the name "Feng Jing" began to become unclear.

He entered a new dimension, where matter was absent, only an endless interweaving of light and shadow, and countless floating dots and lines. These dots and lines were not material, but the intersection of pure energy and thought. They were like invisible symbols, with no clear boundaries between them, yet they intertwined into a vast network.

Within this network, Feng Jing began to see countless versions of himself—countless Feng Jings from different time and space. Each possessed an independent consciousness, yet all were bound by some invisible force. These Feng Jings had no dialogue or direct contact with one another, yet their existence felt symbiotic. Their every choice, every action, affected the others, as if they were notes on the same string.

Feng Jing tried to untangle the relationships between these Feng Jings, but it was a nearly impossible task. In this dimension, all existence had no fixed form, only an endless flow. He had tried to find patterns within, but each attempt had failed.

Gradually, Feng Jing began to realize that none of this was accidental. He wasn't an isolated individual, but an infinite entity, existing simultaneously in all dimensions, and all Feng Jings were part of him. He wasn't searching for a way out, but rather facing an unsolvable mystery. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape it.

Yet, amidst this chaos, Feng Jing felt an overwhelming call. He looked back and saw a faint pinprick of light, suspended in the endless darkness. It seemed to be guiding him, and Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn to it, irresistibly drawn. The pinprick of light gradually expanded, eventually forming a doorframe. This doorframe was unlike any other door to nothingness he had seen before. It emanated a warm and resolute light, as if igniting a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

A strange feeling welled up in Feng Jing's heart. He realized that this wasn't just a door, but his only path to selfhood, to liberation. Without hesitation, his consciousness approached the doorframe, passed through the light, and entered another dimension.

This wasn't the end, but rather another beginning. Feng Jing entered a profoundly unfamiliar world. This world lacked chaos, nothingness, and the constraints of time and space. It was a place filled with countless possibilities, where every subtle change could lead to the birth of a whole new world.

Feng Jing's consciousness quickly adapted to the rules of this new world. Here, he was no longer a myriad of intertwined Feng Jings, but a single being. He felt an unprecedented clarity. He was no longer part of the chaos, but a completely new individual—a brand new Feng Jing.

As his existence evolved, he gradually realized that this new world wasn't a simple escape, but a chance to start anew. No longer trapped in an endless cycle, he now had the power to choose his own destiny. Every choice, every action, would bring about a brand new future. Feng Jing felt a freedom and power he had never felt before. He had transcended the void, embraced the reversal of chaos, and reached the ultimate turning point in his destiny.

Chapter 606: The Ultimate Trial of Rebirth