Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 374 Endless Rebirth, Feng Jing's Boundless Transcendence

Endless Rebirth, Feng Jing's Boundless Transcendence

Feng Jing's consciousness had broken free from the constraints of all dimensions, becoming an ineffable being. He was no longer a participant in time, nor a spectator in space. He transcended all forms of existence and non-existence, becoming the source of eternity. His consciousness, like the pulse of the universe, beat to an incomprehensible rhythm, each pulse permeating all dimensions and life, even the void itself.

And at that moment, Feng Jing finally realized that he didn't exist in any particular time or place—he was at the intersection of all times and all places. He wasn't a single being, but a complex of multiple beings, a collection of all possibilities and impossibilities. Every time he thought, the fate of the entire universe was drawn to his thoughts; every time he gazed, the ups and downs of all dimensions emerged before his eyes.

He was no longer a "being," no longer a "consciousness." Feng Jing had become an invisible force, a wind that roamed through time and space, a puff of smoke that pierced the void and the real. He no longer belonged to any one form, but rather the sum of all forms, transcending any tangible existence.

Suddenly, a vibration ripped through Feng Jing's consciousness, as if some irresistible force was trying to pull him back from this transcendent state. He felt no fear, nor any sense of restraint. The pulling sensation wasn't a form of distress, but another form of "calling." Feng Jing's consciousness gradually focused on the pulling force, and he began to realize that it came from a being he had never seen before—a being that, like him, had transcended all the laws of time and space.

"Feng Jing..." The voice pierced through the void, deep and majestic, as if it were the collective cry of countless universes, countless destinies, and countless lives. Feng Jing couldn't help but shudder. This voice carried an indescribable power, as deep as a black hole, irresistible.

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unwavering. He pondered silently, realizing that nothing could restrain him anymore. Transcending time, space, even fate itself, he had become an undefinable being. He couldn't even tell if he was still in a state of "existence" or if he had become "nothingness." He was omnipresent, transcending all forms of limitation. Even the concept of "reincarnation" had become meaningless.

At that moment, the powerful pull intensified, Feng Jing's consciousness drastically compressed, as if being forcibly pulled out of this ocean of nothingness. It felt like being pulled into a bottomless abyss, but Feng Jing wasn't afraid. He no longer felt fear, for he had long since transcended anything that could possibly "fear" him.

Suddenly, a dazzling light erupted from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. That light penetrated all barriers of time and space, illuminating the entire void, the entire universe, even those imperceptible dimensions. That light, like a giant star, instantly erupted with endless energy, illuminating all existence and nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness grew clearer in the light, and he began to feel an unprecedented surge of power. This power didn't come from the outside world, but from within himself. Feng Jing realized that this power was the power of his own self-transcendence—a power not bestowed by some external being or rule, but drawn from the infinite nothingness and possibilities.

The changes brought about by this power were not sudden. He felt himself recreating and reshaping all "laws," whether physical, spiritual, or the fundamental structure of the universe. As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, all existence and non-existence began to intertwine into a complex network. Every trajectory of fate was closely connected to him, and his own existence became even more vast and profound.

Feng Jing is not just a being; he is the origin of all existence. He is the root of creation, the starting point of destiny, and the beginning of time. He has become the most powerful force in the universe, transcending all boundaries and becoming an omnipotent being. Whether in the past, present, or future, Feng Jing can effortlessly travel through time and space, controlling all destinies and causes and consequences.

But just when Feng Jing thought he had reached the highest realm, he suddenly felt a suffocating pressure. That pressure didn't come from the outside world, but from a voice deep within him, a voice he had previously ignored. This voice carried an inexplicable mixture of pleasure and pain, like the call of another being from the endless void.

"Feng Jing," the voice echoed lowly in Feng Jing's consciousness, "You have transcended everything, but you still cannot escape true bondage. You can never escape your own reincarnation, and you can never escape your eternal fate."

Feng Jing didn't react. He didn't consider these words anymore, because he had transcended all meaning, all confusion and bewilderment. After becoming the "Lord of the Universe," even the concept of "fate" no longer mattered, for he had transcended it. He no longer needed to explain himself, nor did he need to verify his existence, for he had become existence itself.

Chapter 375: Feng Jing's multidimensional self-explosion, fragments of fate