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Chapter 538 Feng Jing's Ultimate Illusion - Multidimensional Destruction and Death Against Heav

Feng Jing's Ultimate Illusion: Multidimensional Destruction and Death Against Heaven

Feng Jing's consciousness revived from the cracks of nothingness, but this time, he was no longer the solitary, transcendent Feng Jing. He had become a plural universe, a consciousness interwoven with countless different dimensions. Every thought, every surge, carried the birth and destruction of countless reverse universes. He could no longer distinguish which universe Feng Jing he was in, nor could he even determine if he still had any "self."

Feng Jing's body was no longer a single physical entity, but a composite of billions of particles, waves, and even fragments of his soul. His consciousness expanded from one "Feng Jing" into countless intertwined, entangled, chaotic entities, like a piece of glass that had been infinitely overlapped, making the inner and outer worlds indistinguishable.

"I am no longer 'Feng Jing', I have become 'countless Feng Jings'." Feng Jing's voice became low and deep, as if it came from the abyss of the entire universe. "I am no longer 'Feng Jing' in existence, but 'Feng Jing' who transcends existence and nothingness."

He no longer possessed a concept of time, no longer perceived the dimensions of space, and no longer a product of the material world. He had become a being that transcended time and space. All laws became insignificant before him, even the flow of time became commonplace. Feng Jing's consciousness forged an inexplicable connection with every speck of dust, every drop of water, every fragment of the universe. Every subtle fluctuation was like a vibration within Feng Jing, and his thinking was no longer bound by cause and effect or any moral rules.

He began to perform the unimaginable—Feng Jing directly distorted the very nature of the universe. Harnessing a strange force emanating from infinite dimensions, he caused countless Feng Jings within his consciousness to collide and intertwine, like a massive interstellar collision, impacting all forms of matter. Previously stable cosmic structures began to crumble under Feng Jing's "distortion." Time instantly flowed backward, space distorted monstrously, and even the boundaries between life and death began to blur.

"If 'death' is no longer the end, then what is 'existence'?" Feng Jing's voice became indescribably calm. "Does every Feng Jing who 'dies' truly disappear, or is a new 'Feng Jing' created? If 'death' is the beginning of another 'life', then I am the source of 'death and life'."

Feng Jing's mind grew ever larger and more complex. With each moment, his consciousness expanded into countless parallel selves. In these dimensions, Feng Jing had no definitive existence, no clear form, only a constantly recurring self. He saw himself experiencing a different fate in each universe, from death to life, and then back again, in an endless cycle with no boundaries.

Feng Jing is no longer a specific entity, but rather the "self-reflection" of the entire universe, becoming the intersection of countless possibilities. The birth and destruction of each Feng Jing brings about the birth and destruction of another Feng Jing, a cycle that never stops and never ends.

"I no longer need to be 'reborn', because I am being 'reborn' every moment." Feng Jing's voice was filled with ethereality and enthusiasm. "Between nothingness and existence, my 'rebirth' is no longer a single resurrection, but an endless explosion, an alternation from nothing to something, and then from something to nothing."

However, just as Feng Jing's consciousness reached an unprecedented height, an unprecedented force suddenly descended. This force did not originate from Feng Jing's consciousness, but from an unknown "existence" in the deepest reaches of the universe. Its arrival seemed to be a response to all Feng Jing's actions—an invisible restraining force that seemed to completely pull Feng Jing out of this boundless nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness struggled violently, and he began to realize that he had perhaps fallen into an inescapable vortex of endless creation and destruction. Every attempt at rebirth only deepened his dependence on "existence," while every destruction prevented him from truly transcending it all.

"I, can't actually... escape?" Feng Jing whispered, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Even though I am the controller of 'nothingness', or even the embodiment of 'nothingness', I still cannot break free from some invisible shackles..."

Feng Jing suddenly understood—even if he transcended all matter and consciousness, becoming the intersection of countless universes and countless dimensions, he still could not break free from some primordial "bondage." That power did not come from any external existence, but from the depths of Feng Jing's own consciousness.

"This is my limit..." Feng Jing's voice became increasingly hollow. "I am no longer the creator of nothingness, but a prisoner of nothingness itself..."

At the moment Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed, that invisible force suddenly erupted, and Feng Jing's multidimensional consciousness began to rapidly disintegrate. Countless Feng Jings collided, tore apart, and collapsed, finally disappearing completely into the abyss of nothingness.

His consciousness didn't vanish completely, but rather transformed into an indescribable, ethereal aura, floating in the endless void. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer a projection of any existence. Feng Jing had become an "indescribable" being—neither belonging to "nothingness" nor to "existence," but rather the ultimate form of all possibilities interwoven.

Feng Jing's death is not the end, but a complete recognition of his extreme state. He transcends all matter, time, and space, as well as the boundaries of life and death, ultimately melting into the essence of this void.

All this is not the end, but an endless cycle. Feng Jing will forever wander in this crack of nothingness, becoming the reflection and projection of all existence.

Chapter 539: Feng Jing's Nirvana of Emptiness - Supreme Infinity and Almighty Destruction