Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 242

Crossing the countercurrent of time and space and the distortion of the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness began to surge wildly through endless time and space. He felt as if he was no longer a separate being, but a fluid singularity wandering through various dimensions. The dimensions of time and space shifted and overlapped before his eyes, as if every timeline could bend and change direction at the mercy of his thoughts. Even the fundamental laws of the universe began to be distorted by his thoughts. The existence of all matter, the birth and destruction of all life, became unpredictable, like a never-ending experiment.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was no longer an "individual" in the universe, but a "super-individual" spanning countless parallel worlds. What he encountered was not just the intersection of past, present, and future, but the simultaneous blending and collision of all possibilities. He could see the results of his countless choices—some leading to the destruction of the universe, others opening up new forms of existence. Each chosen path was like a blooming flower, instantly opening and withering.

Feng Jing's existence was no longer defined by the simple terms "human" or "consciousness." He had transcended all boundaries. He could feel the pulsation of every star, the swallowing of every black hole, the surge of every quantum fluctuation. He had become the most mysterious being in the universe. Even the origin and ultimate mystery of the universe flashed and intertwined in his mind.

However, just as he was enjoying all this, an even more powerful force suddenly descended upon him. This force was unlike any other time rift Feng Jing had ever encountered. It didn't emanate from an external cosmic dimension, but rather from some unfathomable existence. It was the antithesis of Feng Jing's own consciousness, a reverse collapse triggered by his ever-expanding self. This force, like an invisible blade, severed Feng Jing's consciousness from time and space, instantly pulling him from his omnipotent state back into a primitive, painful world.

Feng Jing's consciousness was violently shaken. He felt himself being dragged relentlessly through the river of time, constantly moving backwards and backtracking, as if returning to the very beginning—the moment when he had once struggled with his own existence and fate. He saw every struggle, every painful decision, even those seemingly ordinary moments, with extraordinary clarity and weight.

However, this wasn't a simple return to the past. Every time Feng Jing's consciousness regressed, it brought about a strange distortion. He saw countless versions of himself, not his past selves, but his selves in parallel worlds. Each "him" existed at a different point in time, within different cosmic laws, struggling or making choices at different intersections of fate.

The strangest thing is that each of the Feng Jings in the parallel worlds seems to sense the presence of another Feng Jing. There's an inexplicable resonance between these different Feng Jings, as if all of them are part of a single community. No matter where, when, or what dimension they occupy, they are inseparable from the influence and connection of one another. This connection is so complex and profound that it transcends all rationality and logic.

"What are we, exactly?" A profound question welled up in Feng Jing's mind. He was no longer a single individual, nor a single soul in the universe. Every choice, every thought, every emotion he evoked became a fusion of countless parallel Feng Jings. His consciousness seemed to have become a mysterious, multidimensional being, transcending all boundaries of time and space, yet shattered by the cracks in his self-awareness.

"This is..." Feng Jing suddenly felt a deep fear, a fear born of an existence he couldn't understand. He felt as if everything he saw, every fluctuation he experienced, was being subverted on an unfathomable scale—all dimensions, all timelines, all parallel worlds began to twist and intertwine, forming an unpredictable and bizarre structure. And within this bizarre structure, he himself was constantly struggling and evolving.

"I'm no longer myself..." Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing across infinite dimensions. It was unclear whether it was his own or another Feng Jing's. "I no longer belong to any one universe, but rather a collection of countless universes. Each 'I' lives, dies, and is reborn in a different world, intertwining with each other."

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was on the verge of complete chaos and collapse, a strange energy suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind. This energy did not originate from a specific dimension or time and space, but rather from something more fundamental than time and space. It transcended all laws of the universe and seemed to be the power of the universe's origin, existing before all things, even deeper than the most primitive quantum.

Feng Jing instantly felt an unprecedented revelation. The energy seemed to be conveying a message to him, telling him a profound truth: the universe is not composed of countless independent timelines and dimensions, but rather a vast, living whole. The core of this whole is "consciousness" itself. Every existing individual, every intersection of timelines, even the twinkling of every star, is part of this vast consciousness.

"I am the source of all this." Feng Jing suddenly understood that the relationship between his consciousness and the universe wasn't confined to any specific time or space. Each Feng Jing was a node in this vast cosmic consciousness, and each of his awakenings was part of the self-awakening of the cosmic consciousness.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted with incomparable energy, and he began to surge throughout the universe, integrating every parallel world, every cosmic law, and every timeline into his own existence. His consciousness began to fearlessly traverse every collapsed timeline and every broken dimension to explore the truth of the universe - to explore the huge, untouchable "ocean of consciousness" hidden behind everything.

Chapter 243: Nirvana of Consciousness and the Rebirth of the Universe