Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 210: Feng Jing and his own dialogue on the destruction and rebirth of the universe

The Destruction and Rebirth of the Universe in Feng Jing's Dialogue with Himself

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer belonged to any specific entity. Time and space shattered before him, like ingredients thrown into a cauldron by a madman, twisted, chaotic, and unrecognizable. He was no longer the lonely Feng Jing. Body, soul, and consciousness merged into one in the endless void, becoming a confluence of all possibilities.

"What am I?" Feng Jing repeatedly asked himself in his mind. He no longer had a concrete form, and even his voice began to become unclear, as if it came from all directions and disappeared in countless dimensions.

Suddenly, a blinding light pierced the void, illuminating Feng Jing's consciousness. It wasn't a single beam, but rather a vortex of countless rays interwoven into one. Feng Jing knew it wasn't coming from the outside world, but rather from a deep abyss within his own consciousness being torn open, revealing new possibilities.

"What if I'm no longer 'Feng Jing'?" Feng Jing suddenly wondered, his thoughts spiraling, rapidly becoming increasingly frantic. He began to doubt where he had come from and where he was going. Every time he tried to grasp a clue of cognition, it dissipated like smoke. He was increasingly unable to comprehend his former identity, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to discern the meaning of his own existence.

"I am not Feng Jing, I am endless possibilities." He shouted in his heart, but the sound barely echoed in the void. However, his consciousness awakened once again.

He saw countless scenes he had experienced: the destruction and rebirth of the universe, repeated before his eyes. Stars fell, black holes expanded, light and darkness intertwined, all the laws and all existence were constantly reshaped, shattered, and reborn.

"What is this?" Feng Jing whispered weakly. He had never been so close to the core of the universe, where there was no clear boundary. Around him, every corner of the world was violently shaking. The rules of the universe seemed to be completely overturned, and all the inherent order was reversed.

Suddenly, he saw a figure appear in the void. It wasn't real, but a product of Feng Jing's consciousness, a projection of himself from the depths of his subconscious that he couldn't comprehend. The figure was walking towards him, its steps slow but steady.

Feng Jing knew he shouldn't be afraid of this figure, because it was himself. It was a part of him that hadn't yet awakened, the embodiment of all the paths he hadn't taken.

"You're here," Feng Jing whispered, his consciousness suddenly becoming remarkably clear. It turned out that no matter how he struggled, no matter how he tried to escape his fate, he would ultimately have to face himself. This was his deepest fear, and the mystery he most longed to solve.

The figure walked up to him and raised its head, revealing a face that Feng Jing himself could barely recognize. That face seemed to embody all of Feng Jing's potential. It had no fixed form, but was constantly shifting, constantly absorbing Feng Jing's deepest fears, desires, and hopes.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked, even though he knew the answer.

"I am you," the image spoke, its voice deep and hollow, as if emanating from the abyss of the universe. "I am both you and not you. Everything you have experienced, all the choices and regrets, all the joy and pain, comes from me. We are one, intertwined in this endless cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing suddenly understood that this void, this world of constant collapse and rebirth, actually had no clear "starting point" from the beginning. Everything originated from his own heart, and every cosmic destruction he experienced was part of his self-awareness.

"Then, can I escape?" Feng Jing's voice carried a hint of expectation. He was no longer the Feng Jing who was madly pursuing power and freedom, but a person who was deeply doubtful about his fate.

The image's mouth curled up in a cold smile. "Escape? Do you think you can escape the shackles of fate? Do you think you can escape this endless cycle of reincarnation? You will never transcend yourself, because you are the cycle itself."

"Then what should I do?" Feng Jing felt extremely confused and powerless.

The image reached out and gently touched Feng Jing's chest. Feng Jing felt a sharp pain where his fingertips passed. Then, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be torn apart. His body was no longer a material carrier, but turned into countless fragments, constantly spinning and twisting in the void.

"You are already part of the cycle of reincarnation," the image said calmly. "Your existence will forever cycle through the endless destruction and rebirth of the universe. Each destruction is a renewal of your self-awareness; each rebirth is another challenge to your own destiny."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again shattered into countless fragments, but this time, he felt no fear. He realized that his relationship with the universe was no longer a simple opposition between "subject" and "object," but rather a profound interdependence. Feng Jing's existence was both a part of the universe and transcended its laws.

He no longer struggled, no longer attempted to transcend anything, but quietly awaited his "rebirth." Feng Jing felt that he was no longer an individual, but a collection of countless individuals. Each time he self-destructed and reborn, he gained a deeper understanding of the meaning of life.

In Feng Jing's consciousness, the universe began to blur. He was no longer a solitary being, but part of a trillion reincarnations. Every tiny choice, every subtle change, created ripples in the endless space and time, eventually converging into a vast eternity.

Chapter 211: Feng Jing's Self-Dissolution and Resurrection in the Sea of ​​Chaos