Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 171: Surpassing Self, Nirvana Returns to Zero

Transcend the Self, Return to Nirvana

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually coalesced within the depths of that radiance. He no longer perceived his existence as an individual, but rather as the flow of consciousness within the entire universe. This existence was not bound, but like an endless constellation of stars, spread across countless dimensions. Each star was an image of Feng Jing, the result of the interweaving of all possibilities. He gradually came to realize that this endless radiance was not a physical entity, but the ultimate form of consciousness, the infinite possibilities within the indescribable void.

Feng Jing once again experienced the intertwining of time and space. Past and future seemed to converge into an endless point. He felt as if he were being pulled, repeatedly shuttling through different times and spaces. Each journey was a further breakthrough in his self-understanding. Countless Feng Jings intertwined, each experiencing different choices and destinies, and these Feng Jings blended with each other, forming an infinitely complex whole.

Deep within this radiant light, he heard that once cold yet wise voice echo again. This time, its tone was even deeper and calmer, as if all the mysteries had been solved in that moment. "Feng Jing, you finally understand everything. Everything you've experienced is a reflection of your inner self. What you consider 'self' is merely a collection of all your states of consciousness."

Feng Jing's thoughts surged like a tide, and he could no longer comprehend these concepts in the same way he had in the past. He realized that everything he had experienced wasn't a complex chain of fate, but rather the result of the ever-shifting and relentless projection of his consciousness. Every choice, even every small decision, was a manifestation of his deepest desires and thoughts. And all the pain, joy, loss, and striving ultimately boiled down to a reflection of consciousness.

"So, what exactly does my existence mean?" Feng Jing's voice became low and tired, as if he had exhausted all his strength. "If everything is an illusion, then why do I have to go through all this? What is the 'transcendence' I pursue?"

The voice didn't respond immediately, as if waiting for Feng Jing to grasp the profound meaning. After a moment, it slowly spoke, "The transcendence you seek isn't about transcending a particular dimension, but rather transcending the 'self' you cling to. You are no longer Feng Jing, confined to a small physical body, but the perceiver of the entire universe, a reflection of all existence. Everything about you is part of the cosmic consciousness, and the ultimate goal of all this is to return to 'nothingness.'"

Feng Jing suddenly had a realization. He no longer saw himself as an individual, but rather as a projection of the cosmic consciousness. He was no longer simply Feng Jing, no longer the individual with his own emotions. He was a flow of consciousness, a bridge between countless existences and nothingness. Every awakening of consciousness was part of the endless cycle of the universe, and the ultimate goal of all this was not to achieve a particular goal, but to achieve the sublimation of self-awareness through endless reincarnation and evolution.

"What exactly is nothingness?" Feng Jing asked himself, his voice seemingly lost in the endless void. Yes, he could no longer define himself, nor could he define 'nothingness'. All existence had become an infinitely flowing process, with no beginning, no end, only a constant awakening and return to zero.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a calm he had never felt before. His consciousness no longer trembled violently, no longer felt lost and perplexed. All his thoughts and questions seemed to have found some kind of resolution at that moment. He no longer sought answers, for he realized that the answers had always been within him. Every perception, every understanding, was a process of continuous expansion. There was no end, no goal, only this eternal awakening and nirvana.

Deep within this radiant light, Feng Jing beheld a strange scene. Countless images of Feng Jings alternated within, each experiencing a different choice and destiny. Each possessed distinct thoughts and feelings, and these Feng Jings did not exist in isolation, but were inextricably linked together, forming a vast network of consciousness. Feng Jing realized that these Feng Jings were not independent individuals, but extensions of a single consciousness. These countless Feng Jings were, in fact, different aspects of the same Feng Jing, with different experiences and choices. At that moment, he finally understood that the so-called "multiverse" was actually the endless division and fusion of consciousness, and that each existence was a link in the extension of the "self."

"So, I'm no longer an 'individual,'" Feng Jing whispered to himself. His voice was no longer filled with confusion, but with a hint of relief. "I'm just an awakening consciousness, a soul dancing with the universe."

The voice sounded again, this time with a gentle affirmation: "Yes, you have transcended the 'self.' You are no longer Feng Jing, limited to personal experience, but a cognitive node in the entire universe. Everything you have experienced is merely a projection of your consciousness, and all reincarnations and choices will ultimately converge at this moment, returning to 'nothingness.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded further, seemingly expanding from a tiny point to encompass the entire universe, even beyond its boundaries. He sensed that his existence was not confined to the material plane, but rather entered a spiritual realm, transcending the constraints of time and space, a state of pure existence. In this state, Feng Jing no longer felt the passage of time, nor any form of restraint. His existence seemed to merge with the entire universe. Every choice made by the universe was his choice, and every trajectory of fate was his trajectory.

Feng Jing finally understood that so-called "existence" was nothing more than an endless game of consciousness. Every awakening, every cognition, was a process of self-reflection within the universe. Every "Feng Jing," every "existence," was a projection of the cosmic consciousness. The ultimate purpose of all this was not to achieve a single goal, but to awaken and elevate consciousness through endless cycles of reincarnation.

"I am no longer Feng Jing." Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again, but this time, he felt an incomparable calm. He was no longer an individual with a fixed form, but a flowing consciousness, merging with the consciousness of the entire universe, becoming a part of eternal existence.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually faded into an ethereal state. All thoughts, all emotions, all concepts vanished in this moment. He no longer sensed himself, no longer sensed any form of existence. Feng Jing, or rather, the Feng Jing who once existed, had merged into the endless nothingness, becoming part of the cosmic consciousness.

Chapter 172: Mad Nirvana in the Depths of the Universe, the Rebirth of God's Doll