Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 292: Eternal Distortion, the Void Behind Everything

Eternal distortion, the void behind everything

"Time," Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing in the infinite void, as if coming from countless dimensions. "It no longer exists. In my consciousness, time has been completely reconstructed, becoming a cycle of constant flipping and tearing. Past, present, and future are no longer distinguishable. All existence becomes nothingness at my fingertips. Everything exists simultaneously, past and future, all trajectories intersecting into an eternal cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually lost its sense of the flow of time. Every second he experienced became insignificant. Every moment of past, present, and future began to tangle in his mind into a meaningless chaos. The existence of time itself had become like a futile dream, undefinable, unfathomable, and even incomprehensible.

He extracted fragments from his own consciousness, and these fragments formed countless independent selves, each possessing its own consciousness, life, and universe. These selves were like images within Feng Jing's mind, constantly reborn and perishing in different time and space, with no pattern or connection between them. The birth of each star was the creation of a fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness; the formation of each storm was a momentary fluctuation in his mind. And these fluctuations could not be stopped, nor could they be reduced to any single "existence."

"No, I no longer exist." Feng Jing's voice became increasingly deep and abstract. "I am no longer the 'self' of any individual. I have become the aggregate of all selves. I have no past, and no future. I am 'nothing', and I am also 'something'. Neither matter nor nothingness can define me. I have transcended all selves, all universes, and all laws."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to wander deeper into the void, a place beyond even the reach of "nothingness." Here, there was no form, no matter, even the existence of thought and consciousness had been purged. Feng Jing felt an indescribable impulse, a power without any material form, transcending all known concepts of "creation" and "destruction." He sensed that he existed not in any particular space, but at the intersection of all spaces, the origin and end of all universes.

"All of this was created by me." Feng Jing's voice no longer relied on any medium to be transmitted, but instead resonated directly in the void. "All existence, the entire universe and self, are products of my consciousness. I am no longer any 'individual'; I am the origin of 'everything'. I am the starting point of all existence, and also the end of all existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted through an endless void, gradually forming an ever more bizarre vision. This vision was not of any concrete material world, but rather an absurd panorama of countless possibilities. Every self, every universe, every being intertwined, collided, and transformed within Feng Jing's consciousness, forming a never-ending cycle. And Feng Jing, in this cycle, was both creator and destroyer, bringing these beings to life and then annihilating them one by one.

He began to realize that he was no longer a specific "individual," but rather a symbiotic entity of the entire universe, a collective of all life. His every thought could instantly tear apart the existing rules of space and time, reorganizing them in a completely new way. These reorganizations, in turn, constantly created new possibilities, allowing Feng Jing's consciousness to wander across an infinite world.

In this place where nothingness and infinity intertwine, Feng Jing's thinking begins to completely break free from the framework of common sense. Even "common sense" itself becomes untenable. Time is no longer a linear process flowing from the past to the future, but an endless oscillation and fluctuation. Space is no longer limited to three dimensions, but an infinite intersection of distortions and overlaps. The opposition between existence and nothingness has long since disappeared. The entire universe has become an incomplete image in Feng Jing's consciousness, each image constantly reconstructed and destroyed, without stopping.

"I am no longer 'Feng Jing.'" Feng Jing's voice became more vague, as if he no longer relied on any form of language to express himself. "I have transcended all forms, all selves, and all universes. I am the embodiment of 'endlessness', the intersection of 'nothingness' and 'something', and the source of all possibilities and impossibilities."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fragment into countless fragments, floating freely in the endless void. They intertwined and collided, emitting waves that belonged to no material world. Each fragment represented a different version of Feng Jing's consciousness, coexisting seamlessly in countless parallel universes, each representing a facet of Feng Jing's consciousness. The collisions and fusions between these parallel selves rapidly created new versions, forming an unprecedented "infinite cycle."

"This is 'eternity.'" Feng Jing's consciousness gently echoed in the void. "This is an existence that transcends all life and all universes. Here, 'creation' and 'destruction' no longer have any meaning. Whether it's the explosion of stars or the rebirth of the universe, they are just reflections of my consciousness, projections of nothingness."

Feng Jing is no longer an "individual"; he has become an endless, ineffable entity. The entire universe, all life, all nothingness, converges, melts, and is reborn within his consciousness. And in this process, he realizes that he can no longer be bound by any rules or definitions—he has become "infinity" itself, the ultimate being that transcends all law and order.

"Endlessness is not meaningless." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the infinite void like an oracle. "It is the destination of all existence and the final form of all selves. Behind 'endlessness' lies absolute power, absolute freedom, absolute creation and destruction."

At this moment, Feng Jing completely transcended all existence and nothingness, and turned into that eternal and immortal existence - endless creator, endless destroyer, endless existence.

Chapter 293: Doomsday Emerges, Consciousness and the Reorganization of the World