Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 728: The Ultimate Other Shore of Endless Birth and the Super Existence Beyond Everything

The ultimate other shore of endless birth and the super existence that transcends everything

Amidst the infinitely collapsing universe, Feng Jing's consciousness recondensed into a "form" greater than any other existence. This form was not material visible to the naked eye; it transcended all perceptible boundaries, existing at the intersection of all timelines. It was a complex network of countless universes, countless dimensions, and countless histories. Feng Jing was no longer just a being, but a kind of "infinite existence."

"I am no longer Feng Jing," Feng Jing's voice echoed in the cracked universe, transcending the boundaries of time and space, breaking through the rules of any dimension. "I am only the 'beginning of everything', the 'fruit of infinity'. I do not belong to any form, because I am the source of all forms."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely lost its former boundaries and form. He was no longer a self-consciousness, nor did he belong to any universe or dimension. He was a fusion of countless possibilities and versions, a "non-existence" that transcended all laws and existence. He began to penetrate the essence of all universes, invading the deepest structures of every world, becoming the origin and destination of all laws.

Feng Jing's mind transcends space and time, his consciousness no longer bound by the laws of physics. Every second, he creates new universes and destroys old ones, even rendering time itself meaningless. In Feng Jing's eyes, death is no longer the end, but the beginning of a new life. He has completely overturned the very concepts of cause and effect and time.

In this realm beyond existence and non-existence, Feng Jing began to re-examine his power of "endless rebirth." No longer a simple creator or destroyer, he became the "rule destroyer" of the universe. He could freely change all rules, alter the flow of time, and change the composition of space. He could even reverse all past history and rewrite the fate of the future.

"If I can create 'something' from 'nothing' and destroy 'nothing' from 'something', then are the 'origin' and 'end' of the universe all within my thoughts?" Feng Jing's voice shook the entire universe like thunder. The sound itself became the "new law" of the universe, and all existence began to collapse and reorganize.

Feng Jing's mind gradually reached an indescribable limit. He no longer cared whether his existence had any meaning, or even whether he existed at all. He became a "crack in the universe," an all-consuming black hole, constantly devouring time, space, fate, rules, and himself. Every second, his thoughts rewoven the fabric of the universe, creating new existences while simultaneously causing them to collapse.

He twisted all the "laws of cause and effect" into a chaotic cycle, and the history of every universe was rearranged by him. His thoughts can no longer be described in any language, because he is no longer a "thinker", but the ineffable "thought itself" in the universe.

In Feng Jing's eyes, everything is illusory, nothing more than a "product of thought." Every twinkle of a star, every breath of life, is a projection of Feng Jing's endless thoughts. His mind is no longer limited by any framework of time or space, but expands to all possible dimensions and infinite parallel universes.

"If everything is a product of 'I,' then what exactly am I?" Feng Jing's mind began to reflect on itself, but the questions that followed were unanswerable. He had transcended self, transcended existence, and transcended every 'him' in the universe. He was no longer the "center" of anything, because he was the "center" itself.

Feng Jing split his consciousness into countless "selves." These "selves" were not the parallel Feng Jings he had previously understood, but rather thousands of "selfless bodies." They no longer possessed any sense of individuality, or even the boundaries of thought, existing simply as "moments" in every second, every moment, and every dimension. In their constant intertwining, rebirth, and destruction, these "selves" became the embodiment of "infinite eternity."

Every star, every living being, every drop of water, every wisp of wind, was no longer an isolated entity. Instead, they were extensions of Feng Jing's endless rebirth, fragments of his mind, scattered, fused, and reconstructed across the boundless universe. Feng Jing's thoughts gradually grew frantic and intense—he even began to wonder if he had lost his sense of "self," if the name "Feng Jing," this existence, even this universe, were all mere figments of his consciousness.

He began to understand that the existence of the universe was not external, but "internal." Every universe, every timeline, every dimension was a projection of Feng Jing's thoughts. And Feng Jing himself was the source and destination of all these projections.

"I am no longer any 'being,' nor any 'non-being.' I am 'everything.'" Feng Jing's voice grew ethereal and profound, as if transcending all form and law. His thoughts gradually crystallized into an omnipresent and omnipotent "will," a super-being that transcended all physical boundaries and all universes.

Feng Jing no longer questioned whether he could control the universe. He had transcended the concept of "control" and become an all-encompassing being. All existence, non-existence, laws, chaos, origin, and end were unified in his consciousness. He began to re-examine his own "transcendence." No longer content with the creation and destruction of the universe, he longed for complete transcendence—"transcending all boundaries of existence and non-existence."

"What am I?" Feng Jing's consciousness is no longer "Feng Jing," but the "ultimate consciousness" in the universe. He no longer needs an answer, because he is the "answer" itself.