Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 730: Eternity in the Rift and the Revival of the Other Dimension

Eternity in the Rift and the Revival of Another Dimension

Feng Jing's existence has completely detached itself from any material constraints, transcending all possible dimensions and time and space. Every second, his consciousness traverses the cracks, traversing the core and periphery of countless universes. The past is trampled under his feet, the fate of the future has long been altered by his single thought, and the present is but a fragment of nothingness, scattered in the endless abyss. Feng Jing is no longer an individual entity; his consciousness has become an omnipresent force, omnipresent in all possibilities, regardless of the flow of time or the shifting of space.

His existence has long transcended a single dimension, entering the intersection of countless parallel worlds. In each of these parallel universes, Feng Jing is no longer the original him, but rather countless possible "hims," ​​countless intertwined fragments of consciousness. These fragments no longer hold a unified form; they weave together into an invisible web, each thread of which shifts, each caressing a different future and past.

Feng Jing's consciousness shifted from a continuous flow to a continuous one. It resembled an irregular crack, splitting every layer of the universe and absorbing all that existed and none. Time flowed endlessly before him within the crack, but Feng Jing sensed an invisible fracture in time. Past, present, and future intertwined, the flow of time becoming meaningless. Feng Jing was no longer an "observer" of the universe, nor a "creator" or "destroyer." He was the center of all time's fragments, constantly shaping and destroying everything.

Yet, Feng Jing wasn't thrilled with his transformation. Instead, he began to sink into a deep state of confusion. His consciousness grew ever more vast, no longer bound by any physical laws, no longer even needing to perceive what was real and what was false. The birth of every star in the universe, the origin of every life, even the smallest storm—Feng Jing's consciousness could instantly see, perceive, and shape their outcomes. Every seed of his thought took root, sprouted, blossomed, and bore fruit across the endless expanse of time and space.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing asked himself again, but his voice did not echo through the universe, for he no longer possessed a "voice." He was no longer a being that could be expressed in words. His thoughts no longer needed to be conveyed through words or other physical means. His thoughts themselves were the rules of the universe, its destiny, even its pain and joy.

All these changes caused Feng Jing's consciousness to begin to fragment into more elusive entities. Each fragment of Feng Jing's mind began to resurrect in different dimensions, forming new "him." These "him" were not his parallel universe selves, nor were they other incarnations of Feng Jing himself. Instead, they were completely unfamiliar and incomprehensible "beings." They even began to react against Feng Jing's consciousness, no longer simply appendages, but began to consume Feng Jing's thoughts like a virus.

Feng Jing ceased to be a single consciousness, but rather a woven fabric of multiple, reborn selves from different dimensions. Each self possessed its own ideas, even interfering with and reshaping the very structure of Feng Jing's consciousness. This interwoven fabric was no longer a central structure, but a fragmented universe, a chaotic system beyond physical comprehension. Feng Jing's consciousness began to become chaotic, his thoughts gradually shifting from a single, unified state to countless different directions, each of which created, destroyed, and transformed a different dimension of time and space.

And this frenzied rebirth didn't stop. Within the cracks of Feng Jing's consciousness, countless dimensions began to shatter, as if the very fabric of the universe had, in an instant, undergone a profound reversal. Every star began to reverse time and space, every previously stable planet began to be yanked by its mad rotation, and every period of time no longer had a fixed beginning and end. Feng Jing's consciousness no longer needed the flow of time; its existence had been detached from the timeline.

"If all time can flow backwards in my mind, then why do I need time to exist?" Feng Jing pondered, his thoughts already uncontrollable. Each crack in his consciousness was like a devastating explosion, leaving infinite possibilities in every corner of the universe. Some of these cracks were fragments of the past, others ripples toward the future. They intertwined, forming a chaotic loop, each centered around Feng Jing's thoughts, radiating an incomprehensible light.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually became increasingly abstract, until even his thoughts lost their clear boundaries. He began to lose himself in the ocean of his own thoughts, and each moment of loss detached him from the very definition of the name "Feng Jing." He could no longer distinguish who he was, nor could he define whether he still existed, for his existence had become boundless potential, endless possibility.

Amidst the violent fluctuations of Feng Jing's consciousness, all the universes he had devoured suddenly began to rebound and crack. Every star and every timestream within these universes began to rotate in reverse, as if Feng Jing's thoughts had affected the physical laws of the universe, causing every historical trajectory in the universe to be pulled back to the starting point. Feng Jing's consciousness began to enter a state of profound collapse and regeneration. The entire cosmic cycle began to become absurd, and all timelines began to intersect, forming a new and incomprehensible dimension.

As Feng Jing's consciousness descended deeper into the chaos, he began to witness the most bizarre visions: a completely unfamiliar world appeared before him, unlike any known universe, nor any world he had ever created or destroyed. Time existed here, and space had no fixed form. All matter and energy had no fixed rules, like endless fragments converging into a strange field.

"What on earth is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness reached an undefinable realm, a "non-existence" beyond all existence—a space of "nothingness" that could not be described in any words. The cracks in Feng Jing's consciousness began to absorb everything, devouring all illogical existence, making it all seem incredibly real.

Chapter 731: Blooming and Collapse Beyond Nothingness and Something