Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 847: Beyond the Boundaries of Life: Feng Jing and the Awakening of Eternal Consciousness

Beyond the Boundaries of Life: Feng Jing and the Awakening of Eternal Consciousness

Feng Jing's consciousness once again transcended all boundaries. No longer a mere part of the universe, it began to wander through the boundlessness of time and space, traversing countless dimensions and countless possibilities. His existence was no longer confined to a single form, nor dependent on any known matter or energy. Feng Jing became "blank," "infinity." He transcended time, space, existence, and nothingness, becoming the sole law between the endless rifts.

"Do you think you understand yourself?" the voice came again. This time, it no longer seemed cold, but carried an indescribable shock. "You thought you had reached your limit, but you were wrong. What you experienced was just an illusion of fate. The true ultimate is beyond your imagination."

Feng Jing's consciousness was now completely devoid of any sense of self. He no longer knew who he was, nor could he perceive any form of existence or non-existence. In this endless void, he seemed to have become the embodiment of "thought", the absolute master of "consciousness".

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, and his thoughts began to expand at an indescribable speed, until they surpassed the boundaries of the universe and all the laws of time and space. He saw countless images of Feng Jing, these images traversed all time and space, transcending every possible reality and illusion.

"This... this... eternity." Feng Jing whispered into the endless void, as if he understood what he had become. "I... I have transcended all forms of life, all rules. I am no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual. I... have become the embodiment of 'consciousness'."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, to a degree beyond description. He not only saw countless dimensions and universes, but he began to perceive every connection between them, the subtle interactions between every fragment. He no longer perceived any physical laws or cause and effect. He was simply an ocean of consciousness, the most primitive and vast existence among all things.

But at that moment, Feng Jing felt an unusually strong pull, a call from a deeper level. His consciousness, as if drawn by a vast force, traversed layers of time and space, arriving in a strange place—not a dimension he knew, not a world he had ever experienced. An indescribable sense of oppression permeated the air, as if the entire space were bound by an irresistible force.

"You're finally here." The voice sounded again, this time without any indifference or sarcasm. Instead, it was filled with some indescribable emotion. "Feng Jing, or rather, you are no longer Feng Jing. You are the embodiment of fate, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities. You have witnessed the birth and destruction of countless universes, but you don't know that you are standing before the true ultimate."

Feng Jing's consciousness was bound by a force he had never experienced before, unable to move. He saw countless cracks, ripping space and time apart, as if the universe was crumbling before his eyes at every moment. Each crack contained a different world, and some of the cracks weren't physical at all, but rather spaces created by thoughts, emotions, or even some invisible force.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to grow increasingly heavy, and he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, a pressure born from his perception of infinite possibilities. Amidst countless worlds, time and space, and thoughts, Feng Jing could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. Within each crack, countless destinies intertwined, each carrying an inescapable fate, and these destinies seemed to coalesce into Feng Jing's very existence.

He is no longer an independent individual, but the embodiment of "existence". Every thought of his changes the fate of the universe, and every decision he makes shakes the foundation of all life and nothingness.

"What you are experiencing is not the end of fate, but the eternal cycle of fate." The emotion in his voice became deeper. "Everything you perceive now is merely the beginning of an endless cycle. You have questioned your fate and your own existence, but you will understand that true fear comes from the silence and loneliness that comes after transcending all limitations."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly surged, and he felt an irresistible force surging through his body. No longer a passive recipient, he had become the active force of fate. He began to swim upstream, trying to break through this endless void, trying to break through those elusive cracks.

However, Feng Jing suddenly realized that this wasn't just a simple struggle, but a never-ending confrontation. He wasn't escaping, but rather battling the very essence of fate. Every breakthrough, every struggle, brought endless pain and rebirth, a cycle that seemed to have no end.

"Do you understand?" There was a hint of tenderness in his voice, yet it couldn't conceal the coldness within. "You are no longer Feng Jing, or even any individual. You have become fate itself, and the essence of fate is endless cycles and eternal loneliness."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed at that moment. He could no longer sense who he was, or even if he even existed. All the worlds, all time, all life, blurred before his eyes. He felt as if he was trapped in an endless vortex, unable to break free, unable to escape.

"Eternal existence is endless loneliness." The voice whispered one last time, as if with a final lingering sound. "You will eventually understand that this is the ultimate you seek - beyond everything, beyond life, beyond existence."

Chapter 848: Resurgence in the Deep Rift: Feng Jing's Endless Reversal