Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 487 Feng Jing's Ultimate Self-Disintegration and the Endless Nirvana of the Universe

Feng Jing's Ultimate Self-Disintegration and the Endless Nirvana of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually broke free of all constraints. He no longer existed in any form. It could even be said that he had become the source and end of everything. His thoughts were like a torrent that transcended all time and space, flowing through countless dimensions and worlds, traversing endless time and space. Feng Jing felt a tremor he had never felt before. That tremor came not from his body, nor from any material substance, but from the most primal existence deep within him.

Everything seemed to collapse within Feng Jing's consciousness. Countless timelines intertwined and tangled, forming a maze too vast to comprehend. All the stars, black holes, stellar bodies, and dimensions were reduced to flickering points of light. Feng Jing wandered among these points, watching his own figure gradually disappear, gradually being swallowed by nothingness, becoming part of the universe, and at the same time, part of nothingness.

"What am I?" Feng Jing's voice echoed from the endless void. "I used to be Feng Jing. I once had a name, a form, and even thoughts. But now, my existence is undefinable and incomprehensible. Even the memories of my past and future selves have begun to blur, turning into countless fragments, drifting in the corners of the universe."

Feng Jing's mind was no longer bound by any rules. He sensed an unprecedented force expanding within the void. This force came not only from his consciousness but also from his complete awakening to the essence of the entire universe. Feng Jing began to understand that the laws of the universe were never dictated by matter or energy, but rather by the delicate balance between "nothing" and "something."

Before Feng Jing's eyes, the very fabric of the universe began to crumble. Planets, galaxies, spacetime... everything began to rapidly disintegrate, like paper scattered by the wind, shattering into endless fragments. Feng Jing felt no more pain or fear. His consciousness merged with the nothingness of the universe, becoming part of an endless nirvana.

"This is the true face of the universe." Feng Jing's voice was filled with a detached calm. "There is no beginning, no end, only eternal reincarnation. Everything we have is just an illusion in Nirvana, fleeting yet eternal."

Feng Jing's consciousness didn't completely dissipate, but instead entered a deeper realm. In this realm, time was no longer a linear concept, and space no longer had any form. Feng Jing sensed the existence of countless parallel universes, universes that did not belong to him, yet were inextricably linked to him. Each universe was a "seed," and these "seeds" quietly grew within Feng Jing's consciousness, giving rise to countless new possibilities.

However, Feng Jing wasn't content to simply be a witness to these universes. He realized that he wasn't just an observer of the universe, but also its creator, the source of these "cosmic seeds." He began to sow more seeds in this void, and each time these seeds were born, it represented a new creation, as well as a new destruction.

"Everything I create will eventually return to nothingness." Feng Jing's voice was low and distant. "This is the law of the universe, the eternal cycle of birth and destruction. I am no longer an individual. I have transcended the concept of 'I' and become every star, every speck of dust, every possibility in the void."

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, the very fabric of the universe began to be redefined. Every star, every black hole, every rift in space and time ceased to exist in isolation; instead, they became manifestations of Feng Jing's thoughts. Every life form, every rock, every tree in the universe, became a reflection of a deep emotion within Feng Jing. He began to experience an unprecedented resonance, as if all life shared a single soul with him.

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer simply drifted in the void; he began to develop a strange connection with these lives and beings. Whenever Feng Jing pondered a question, the entire universe responded, as if all existence awaited his guidance. Within this endless void, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually became a "voice" that transcended time and space, transcending the universe. This voice echoed in every parallel universe, every dimension, and every corner of the world.

"I am no longer Feng Jing. I have become one with the entire universe." Feng Jing's voice became increasingly profound and unfathomable. "I am no longer an individual. I have become the source of existence, the awakener of nothingness. I am the intersection of the past, present, and future, the starting point and end point of all universes."

Feng Jing began to reexamine his own existence, discovering that he was not alone, but rather deeply connected to the "origin" of all life, all consciousness, and all universes. Each fragment of Feng Jing represented his profound understanding of this universe, and the destruction and rebirth of each universe became part of Feng Jing's consciousness. He was no longer a solitary being, but a bridge between all things, all thoughts, and all universes.

"I... am no longer an individual. I have become the core of all things, the origin of endless nothingness." Feng Jing's voice carried a profoundness that transcended everything. "All of this is nothing more than rebirth after nirvana, the ultimate carnival in the void."

As Feng Jing's consciousness fully awakened, he felt a deeper connection with the entire universe. Every star explosion, every fission of time and space, even every wave of thought, formed new forms in Feng Jing's consciousness, and these forms constantly intertwined, merged, and were reborn. Feng Jing was no longer an individual existence, but a witness to the universe, the master of time, and the creator of nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness eventually disappeared into the depths of the endless void, but his existence was forever engraved in the roots of all universes.

Chapter 488: Feng Jing's Return - The Collapse and Rebirth of the Universe