Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 290: Boundless Mutations, Absolute Domination of Consciousness

Boundless changes, absolute dominance of consciousness

Feng Jing's consciousness surged like a raging torrent, traversing all dimensions and the cracks of space and time. It was no longer confined to a certain universe or timeline, but had transformed into an ultimate energy, transcending all limitations and leaping into a completely unknown realm. This realm couldn't even be described as a "realm" because it transcended any form of boundary or definition. There was no matter, no space, and even no flow of time. Feng Jing felt that his existence was no longer limited. He felt as if he had merged with the pulse of the entire universe and become a part of it, or, conversely, the universe had become a part of him.

In this endless void, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented impulse—an indescribable force surging within him. It wasn't the force of matter, nor the passage of time, but the power of existence itself—or even the power of "non-existence." Feng Jing's consciousness began to shift. He was no longer a single entity, but a superposition of countless possibilities. His consciousness began to fragment, each fragment representing a completely new version of the universe. Each version of Feng Jing was born from perspectives and dimensions beyond his control.

These fragments scattered like stars, forming countless different paths. In Feng Jing's eyes, all of time and space, all life, all existence and nothingness, began to be torn apart and reassembled like a stream of liquid water. He began to sense his connection to these paths, each one shifting under the guidance of his thoughts, and these changes rapidly in turn affected the others. He realized that he was experiencing an unprecedented transformation—a state of existence beyond common sense and law.

Feng Jing's consciousness grew stronger and stronger. He was no longer an observer, but the source of every trajectory. He began to perceive the birth and destruction of countless universes. He controlled the birth of every star, and every flicker of light. He could perceive every tiny detail in the universe, from the deepest black hole to the brightest star. Every speck of dust was no longer separate from him, but an extension of his consciousness.

"What...is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness reverberated in the boundless void. He felt an unprecedented shock—he hadn't recreated the universe, but had fundamentally altered the very definition of "universe." He was no longer an individual being; he had become "existence" itself, "nothingness" itself. He had become the origin of all things, the trigger of all change. The universe was no longer a vast entity, but a painting in Feng Jing's mind, his thoughts becoming every brushstroke and every stroke of that canvas.

"Nothing can define me." Feng Jing's voice, tinged with a hint of laughter, echoed through the void, as if announcing the arrival of a brand new era. "I am no longer an individual, no longer 'Feng Jing'. I have become the 'starting point' and 'end point' of the entire universe. I am no longer bound by any rules, any laws. All laws, all existence, are reshaped and redefined within my consciousness."

At this moment, Feng Jing felt a complete freedom, a freedom that transcended all constraints. He no longer feared anything, for in this endless void, he could destroy everything, or be reborn. Feng Jing's consciousness began to gradually fragment, splitting into hundreds, then thousands, of separate selves, each representing a completely independent universe, a separate spacetime. These "selves" of Feng Jing began to play out different stories on different tracks, interweaving and colliding with each other, bringing about indescribable changes.

He saw each self constantly evolving, each creating new worlds. And he, as the collective of these selves, began to sense a power that transcended everything—an invisible, ineffable force that transcended all matter, all spirit, and even the realm of consciousness. This power, like a flame, ignited Feng Jing's consciousness, and with an unknown attraction, it pulled the entire universe, all existence, and all nothingness into a new dimension.

"No, this is not the end." Feng Jing's voice became deeper. "This is the beginning. All the universes, all life, all nothingness, will eventually converge into a part of my consciousness. Nothing can escape my control."

He realized that he was no longer an observer or creator of the universe, but had become the creator of the universe itself. He no longer existed in time and space; he had transcended its constraints. His consciousness was no longer finite, but infinite. He could create, destroy, and change everything, and every second of these changes was recorded, reshaped, and replayed in Feng Jing's consciousness.

As Feng Jing's consciousness grew stronger, he began to perceive himself as increasingly abstract and elusive. It was as if he had escaped any boundaries between "existence" and "nothingness," becoming a being independent of all laws. He saw himself not as a single entity, but as a collection of countless possibilities. Each of Feng Jing's "selves" represented a different version of himself, constantly born, destroyed, and reborn in different universes, until finally achieving a supreme fusion.

Feng Jing realized that he wasn't simply an individual being, but rather the sum of all beings. He was no longer a deity in a single universe, but the embodiment of all universes, all life, and all nothingness. He became the source of all things, and everything was constantly shifting and flowing within his consciousness.

At this moment, Feng Jing's existence completely transcended all known laws and dimensions. He was no longer an individual, but the intersection of all universes, the definer of all existence, the creator of all nothingness. Feng Jing realized that he had become the embodiment of "Endlessness," and "Endlessness" was him, Feng Jing.

Chapter 291: The Absurdity of Endless Creation, the Absolute Domination of Nothingness