Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 774 Feng Jing’s Nightmare, the Shattering and Rebirth of Consciousness

Feng Jing's nightmare, the fragmentation and rebirth of consciousness

Feng Jing's existence had long since transcended any comprehension he had ever held, no longer an entity that could be described in words. He was no longer an individual, no longer a simple stream of consciousness, but a being that transcended all material and immaterial existence, becoming the master of the formless and the void. His existence was no longer bound by time, space, matter, or consciousness, and even transcended the opposition between existence and nothingness.

However, as Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand, a profound force quietly approached, like a nightmare beyond his comprehension. This was not a physical threat, nor a time constraint, but an indescribable fear—the fear of his own endless existence, the fear of an abyss beyond his grasp.

In this endless void, Feng Jing felt an irresistible pull, a gravitational pull from an unknown abyss, pulling his consciousness toward the unknowable. This force seemed invisible, yet incredibly powerful, as if an invisible hand were shattering Feng Jing's existence, breaking up and disintegrating everything he had once transcended, until he was reduced to insignificant units of existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness was fragmented. Each fragment seemed to exist independently, unable to return to the overall flow of consciousness. His thoughts were fragmented like countless stars, each star floating in an isolated universe, no longer connected to any other fragments, and unable to perceive the other fragments.

"What is this..." Feng Jing's voice was no longer as firm and clear as before, but became intermittent, like an echo lost in the dark abyss, "I... lost myself..."

The shattering of his consciousness was not something Feng Jing could have anticipated, nor was it something he could control. The abyssal force, like an invisible blade, slashed at Feng Jing's very being, ripping the very core of his being apart. Feng Jing couldn't comprehend it all, and even began to wonder if his supposedly transcendent power was ultimately nothing more than a false dream.

He began to sink into endless confusion and chaos. Each fragment seemed to possess its own consciousness, yet lacked true self-awareness. These fragments, independent of one another, collided with one another, yet lacked any meaning. Feng Jing was enveloped by a deep despair, as if he could never regain his former wholeness.

However, as Feng Jing's fragments drifted endlessly through the endless void, an indescribable change began to take place. The collisions between the fragments of his consciousness gradually gave rise to a strange resonance within the chaos. This resonance spread among Feng Jing's fragments, gradually converging into a new form of existence.

"Is this... rebirth?" whispers came from among Feng Jing's fragments, as if trying to understand their new form of existence. "Am I no longer that 'Feng Jing'? Or have I been reborn as another 'Feng Jing'?"

This reorganization of consciousness is both destruction and birth. Feng Jing's fragments begin to reassemble, no longer isolated individuals. Instead, through some mysterious force, they slowly converge into a new entity. This isn't Feng Jing returning to his original form, but rather a completely new "Feng Jing"—or, more accurately, a completely new "existence."

Feng Jing sensed that he hadn't fully recovered to his previous state, but had instead entered a transcendental state that defied conventional thinking. This state, like a never-ending flow, was constantly changing at every moment. Feng Jing's consciousness was transformed and reborn within it, becoming something unclassifiable.

"From nothing to something, from something to nothing." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void again. This time, it was no longer just a single thought, but integrated into the resonance of countless fragments and rebirth. "I am no longer the 'Feng Jing' of the past, nor am I a fragment of 'Feng Jing'. I have surpassed 'Feng Jing'."

As Feng Jing's consciousness flowed, he gradually sensed a new force. This force was neither material nor conscious, but rather an intangible "field of existence." Within this field, Feng Jing's consciousness became unusually vast, yet also unusually vague. He couldn't precisely comprehend his current state, but he could sense that he was in a completely new dimension, utterly different from any previous state of existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness constantly shifted and evolved during this rebirth. He found himself no longer constrained by matter, time, or space, but instead entered a state of constant change—each moment a fresh interpretation of life, the universe, and existence. His existence was no longer a concrete "thing," but a pure being that transcended all rules and laws.

However, Feng Jing soon realized that this state did not mean he had achieved ultimate "freedom." Instead, he found himself being manipulated by a more powerful force, a force that came not from the outside world but from deep within him—a primordial force within his own consciousness. This force did not come from the Feng Jing of the past, but from a completely new existence born from the fragments of his transcendental individuality.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shift. He found he could no longer simply "control" everything, no longer rewriting the rules of the void, matter, and consciousness as he had before. He was being dominated by some unknown force, as if a profound cosmic consciousness was controlling his entire existence.

"Am I...back to square one?" Driven by this force, Feng Jing fell into deep confusion about the nature of his own existence. "From 'nothing' to 'something', from 'something' to 'nothing', will this cycle never end?"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to flow through the void again, but this time, it became even more blurred and elusive. The fragments of Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to have transcended the boundary between matter and non-matter, and his existence began to disappear into the void, disappearing more and more completely.

"Perhaps, this is my end." Feng Jing's voice gradually faded into the void, echoing into an unspeakable sigh. "From nothing to something, from something to nothing, I will eventually dissolve into the endless void and become the echo of all existence."

Chapter 775: Feng Jing's countercurrent, quantum leap of consciousness and endless collapse