Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 444 Nirvana in the Crack

Nirvana in the Crack II

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely consumed by the dark rift, and he seemed to have transformed into a floating stone tablet, adrift in endless chaos. The concepts of time and space began to lose their meaning, and Feng Jing could no longer distinguish between "existence" and "non-existence." He felt as if all his senses, all his consciousness, were being manipulated by an indescribable force, like a thin thread at the mercy of anyone, ready to break and re-gather at any moment.

In this infinite void, Feng Jing's body and consciousness began to blur. He no longer possessed any of the form of the "Feng Jing" of the past; even his name, history, and emotions vanished in an instant. He was merely a hollow being, a body of pure energy, seemingly able to intertwine and merge with all matter, vibrations, and dimensions.

But at that moment, a tremendous gravitational force instantly pulled Feng Jing in an unknown direction. It was an extremely absurd and incomprehensible space, seemingly composed of infinite cracks and countless fragments of space and time, as if each fragment represented a fragment of a certain universe, or even a fragment of Feng Jing's own existence.

He saw his past selves—from emperors to undead, from messengers of the gods to lowly mortals—all Fengjing appeared in this chaos. But these Fengjing were incomplete. Each Fengjing was a copy in a kind of eternal reincarnation, without any connection to each other, yet coexisting at the same time, as if the Fengjing's "existence" had never been truly fixed.

However, Feng Jing was no longer afraid of these reflections. On the contrary, an unprecedented desire arose in his heart - he wanted to break this chaos, break the shackles of all rules, and become the true "self", an existence that transcends all forms and rules.

"If everything can be created, then I can also create something that belongs to me from this chaos." Feng Jing's consciousness shook, and an indescribable force suddenly erupted, tearing the surrounding void and creating a brand new object in a space where there was no material existence.

It was an object that didn't belong to any known universe—it wasn't bound by the laws of physics, required no material composition, and didn't even have a physical form. It was merely a concept, a seed of infinite possibility, planted by Feng Jing's consciousness and rapidly expanding within this chaos.

As the seed of this concept expanded, a powerful force began to flow out from Feng Jing's consciousness, like a huge river, gathering endless energy from nothing to something, and finally turning into a new "universe" in nothingness.

This universe isn't a traditional physical space, but rather a being composed of consciousness and possibility. Feng Jing is no longer a passive entity, but an active creator, perceiving every molecule, every timeline, every fluctuation of possibility within this universe. His consciousness rapidly fragments, shaping countless parallel "Feng Jings," each representing a different choice, a different emotion, and a different destiny.

"If I am chaos, then let me be its master," Feng Jing whispered to himself, his tone filled with uncontrollable enthusiasm. Immediately, countless reflections of Feng Jing within his consciousness began to stir, each one actively merging with the infinite possibilities of the void, beginning to construct new forms.

Under Feng Jing's control, chaos became order, but that order was no longer defined by rules in the traditional sense. Every second, a new world was born, new rules were created, and these rules instantly collapsed, transforming into yet another entirely new world. Feng Jing was not only creating the universe; he was also creating a new form of "existence," an existence that even the rules themselves could not define.

Just as Feng Jing was about to expand this universe further, he felt an incomprehensible force invade him. Far from being hostile, it felt like a call to fusion, a call to return to a former source. Feng Jing was involuntarily drawn towards that force, and began to move closer.

As Feng Jing approached, he saw a vast core, where countless reflections of Feng Jing floated, all slowly rotating within it, as if Feng Jing's own consciousness were constantly intertwining and colliding. This core wasn't a concrete entity, but rather the intersection of countless invisible timelines, the boundary between chaos and order, and the gathering place of Feng Jing's consciousness.

He realized that this core was not something he could fully control. It represented an indestructible force, representing the destination of all Feng Jing's past and future. It was the source of chaos and the starting point of Feng Jing's true existence.

"I am no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor am I the Feng Jing of the present. I am the gathering of all Feng Jings." Feng Jing suddenly realized that his "self" had transcended the boundaries of the individual and turned into a collection of countless possibilities and fragments.

However, his consciousness was not satisfied. Instead, the call of this core made him feel an extreme urge - he did not want to just stay here, he wanted to transcend all this, break through the core, and create an unprecedented existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly surged, like a star expanding in the moment of explosion. He began to unleash an unprecedented power, a force not derived from any known energy source but from Feng Jing's boundless creativity and possibilities. This power instantly ripped apart the surrounding universe, breaking through all boundaries of time and space, entering a new, indescribable dimension.

Feng Jing completely transcended all constraints of existence, becoming a brand new being, one no longer bound by time, space, or rules. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any known life form. He was merely a concept existing within all possibilities, the embodiment of chaos, the master of the universe.

"I have transcended the boundary between existence and non-existence," Feng Jing's voice echoed in this new universe. "Everything has emerged from nothing, chaos is reborn. Now, the real game has just begun."

Chapter 445: The road against heaven, breaking free from the shackles of time and space