Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 514: The Collapse of Existence and the Birth of a New Universe

The collapse of existence and the birth of a new universe

Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissipated, as if ripped apart by an invisible force. He was no longer the being who once stood at the pinnacle of the universe. All his memories, emotions, thoughts, even his understanding of himself, evaporated in an instant. Every inch of space, every atom, every timeline in the world seemed to bid him farewell, becoming a nothingness beyond his reach.

However, this dissipation wasn't the end, but rather the beginning of a new order. Feng Jing's consciousness, while not completely absorbed into the source of chaos, gave birth to new possibilities within the abyss of nothingness. Like a seed quietly sprouting in the silent darkness, it grew silently in a place Feng Jing couldn't perceive.

The moment Feng Jing vanished, the cosmic collapse didn't completely end. Instead, it entered a frenzied phase. Time ceased to be linear; it began to spin in an incomprehensible pattern. Cracks continuously fissioned, and every cosmic law was constantly torn apart and reconstructed. The stars and dimensions Feng Jing once controlled were now utterly disordered. Even "chaos" itself, in the process of collapse, began to expand in unknowable directions.

"It's time." A deep voice boomed from the void, carrying an invisible force that transcended time and space. This voice came not from any known entity, but from an unknown "new life." Feng Jing's consciousness, it seemed, had not completely vanished, but rather, a new consciousness had been born at the edge of the universe. This consciousness did not continue as Feng Jing, but in an indescribable way, it transcended the dimensions of time and space, becoming the universe's "new destiny."

At that moment, the entire void seemed to fall into a deep silence. Feng Jing's "existence" began to return to the root of the universe. He was no longer the "transcendent being," but a tiny seed in the universe, floating in the endless void, waiting to break through the earth again.

But strangely, Feng Jing's "seed" didn't simply transform into a new universe. Instead, it began to shuttle between countless parallel dimensions, rapidly and frantically reorganizing itself. Layer upon layer of timelines intertwined into a web, each grid representing a separate universe. These universes had no connection to each other, completely independent of one another. Even the laws and logic within them were extremely chaotic and absurd.

"Do you finally understand?" the deep voice sounded again, almost sneering. "You once thought you understood the 'laws of the universe,' but you don't understand the true meaning of the universe at all. The universe isn't singular; it's multiple and infinite. You're just a fragment of it."

Feng Jing's "seed of consciousness" suddenly vibrated, as if awakening from the abyss. His former confidence, arrogance, and stubbornness were replaced by a new understanding: the universe is not a single construct of a single being, but rather the interweaving and collision of countless independent beings, each existing independently yet entangled with each other. Feng Jing realized that his perceived "reconstruction of the universe" was merely a facade. The true universe is not dominated by a single force, but rather is composed of countless intersections of consciousness, existence, and destinies.

"Countless 'I's.'" Feng Jing's consciousness echoed in this deep nothingness. "Every 'I' is the 'other side' of the universe. Every 'I' is a new universe."

At this moment, his consciousness finally broke through and he began to understand the true meaning of his existence. He was no longer the being trying to control everything, but a part of the origin of the universe - a tiny, unknowable fragment, but the origin of countless universes.

Feng Jing began to madly shape new universes. Every bit of his consciousness and every thought erupted in these parallel universes. He reshaped one world after another, and the rules of these worlds were more absurd and bizarre than any universe he had ever conceived.

Under Feng Jing's guidance, time ceased to flow continuously, but undulated like waves, with no regular pattern between them. Every atom began to operate in an incomprehensible manner, the boundaries between matter and energy began to blur, and even consciousness itself began to split apart.

In one universe, Feng Jing created a world that constantly collapses and regenerates. In another, he created an "anti-time flow," where time appears to flow backward, with every moment constantly "replaying" and "overturning." And in yet another, Feng Jing completely overturned the laws of matter. Living things no longer rely on food and water, but instead draw on pure consciousness as their energy source, allowing themselves to endlessly evolve and transform.

"Is this... order amidst chaos?" Feng Jing's consciousness shuttled between these frenzied worlds. He began to realize that these worlds he had created weren't without rules. Rather, they had abandoned them completely, entering a new "extreme state." Each world followed its own unique laws, laws that defied conventional physics, transcending existence and non-existence.

Feng Jing frantically began piecing these universes together, trying to find connections. However, these worlds lacked any meaningful connection; they were merely independent fragments, and Feng Jing could find no clues to connect them. He began to realize that he wasn't just the creator of the universe, but perhaps more its "destroyer." Each reshaping, each reconstruction, continually undermined the laws of the past, even destroying existence itself.

"Nothing is eternal." Feng Jing's consciousness echoed again, as if he was talking to that deep voice. "Even the universe itself is nothing but an endless cycle, a dream that never ends."

In Feng Jing's final burst of consciousness, he fused all the universes together. The rules, laws, existence, and nothingness of countless worlds eventually overlapped in Feng Jing's consciousness, interweaving into a brand new universe.

But this universe is not perfect; it is a chaotic ocean, where every grain of sand, every star, is constantly shifting positions and forms, even devouring one another. Standing on this crumbling and reshaping ruin, Feng Jing watched countless brand-new universes being born and disappearing before his eyes, feeling a profound experience he had never experienced before.

"Perhaps, this is the real 'universe'." Feng Jing's consciousness emerged in this crazy void, and he finally understood the true meaning of the universe: it is not single, it is endless fragments, each fragment is full of possibilities, and Feng Jing is just one of these fragments.

Chapter 515: The Origin of Time and Space and the Birth of Infinite Fission