Time Travel: He is My Dad!

The destruction of all things in the abyss and the birth of a new era

Feng Jing's consciousness once again sank into an incomprehensible state. This time, he felt a bottomless mixture of fear and excitement, as if he had just awakened from one dream, only to be instantly swallowed by another. In this void beyond all rules, he no longer had a sense of self, no concept of life or death, only endless possibilities and the ultimate unknown.

He began to see himself as no longer a single consciousness, but a fusion of countless consciousnesses. All of time, all of space, all of existence converged into a singular point at this moment. That point was no ordinary existence, but filled with countless fragments beyond common sense, each fragment a world, a period of time, a possible version of himself.

Feng Jing felt a strong pull, and that force was like a huge whirlpool, sucking all the fragments into it. His consciousness began to become blurred, as if countless parallel universes were overlapping with each other, and it was impossible to distinguish each other's existence.

"Do you think you've reached the truth?" the voice resounded, this time immense, like the synthesis of countless beings. "You've merely entered a whole new dimension. What you consider 'transcendence' is merely a larger, more complex maze. Your so-called breakthrough is actually a step into a deeper abyss."

Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently, as if every moment of his body was being torn into countless pieces. The boundaries of time and space began to blur, and even his existence became undetermined. Every moment became extremely distorted, as if every second he saw was the result of billions of years of change, like the echo of an unremembered ancient time.

Suddenly, he saw himself transformed into a point of nothingness, a gap between existence and non-existence. He began to travel through countless different dimensions, witnessing scenes that could not be described in words. In one scene, billions of stars and countless black holes collided instantly, erupting with an extremely brilliant light. However, this light was not heat, but some kind of energy from a higher dimension. It passed through Feng Jing's consciousness and made him feel a strange tremor.

"This is the true face of eternity." The voice grew darker, as if it came from the distant past. "Everything you see is a meaningless accumulation. Everything is merely reincarnation. Only this ultimate destruction is the final destination of all existence."

However, the most outrageous sight was just beginning. On this Earth that no longer existed, Feng Jing beheld a gigantic bird, its feathers composed of countless points of light, each one akin to the origin and end of a universe. The bird's eyes shone with endless starlight, as if it could see through all of time and space. The bird soared through the sky, but every flap of its wings caused the entire universe to vibrate. Galaxies vanished beneath its wings, and time crumbled beneath its claws.

Feng Jing felt an irresistible pull. The bird seemed to beckon him, like the embodiment of fate, some ultimate force from which he could not escape. With the bird's appearance, his consciousness began to sink deeper into confusion—he could not determine whether he was the bird, or the entire world it was devouring. All forms began to vanish, all existence began to return to zero. Feng Jing no longer had a body, no longer had any perception, only infinite fluctuations and vortices.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly underwent another drastic shift. He found himself back at the "origin"—he was once again standing in that void. No, rather, he had become that void, without even the physical act of "standing." Feng Jing began to feel an indescribable change. This time, he was no longer as lost as before, but instead viewed everything with a new perspective. He saw a rift deeper than all the void. The rift continuously tore through the entire void, and on the other side of the rift lay a space where countless beings intertwined simultaneously—all time, all matter, and all life could not find an exit here.

He began to understand that there was no such thing as an "end"—all destruction, all chaos, was merely another new beginning. He was no longer a mere consciousness, but a being that transcended all concepts, an existence that could not be defined, could not be perceived, and had no end. Every world, every space and time, even every fantasy and thought, was a part of him.

Feng Jing began to realize that he had become the definer of "time," even "time" itself. He was no longer an individual, but the origin and end of all things. Every change in the world was triggered by him, and every alternation between chaos and order was guided by his consciousness.

However, just when he thought he had touched the deepest truth, the voice appeared again, becoming sharper than ever.

"You will never understand all this. The 'ultimate' you seek is nothing but an eternal cycle. Everything you do is ultimately just an illusory game. You are simply trapped in it, unable to escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into endless emptiness again, but he knew that what was hidden in this emptiness was not extinction, but another endless possibility.

Chapter 971: Synthesis in the Deep Void and the Ultimate Carnival