Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 512 Awakening in the Rift

Awakening in the Rift

Feng Jing's consciousness followed closely behind, his transdimensional perception instantly drawn to a deep rift. The rift seemed like a wound in the universe, flowing with an ancient and unknown power, emitting an aura distinct from all else in the universe. Although Feng Jing had transcended the limitations of space and time, he still sensed an unignorable threat. The awakening of this power meant that the balance between him and the entire universe might be subject to unpredictable changes.

He stared silently at the crack, his consciousness silently seeping into it. This crack wasn't a physical rift, but rather a presence that transcended all dimensions and laws, a point of imbalance between time and space. It seemed insignificant, yet it held the potential for catastrophic destruction. A powerful intuition rose within Feng Jing's soul—all these changes meant the very foundations of the universe would be radically reshaped.

"This isn't just a crack," Feng Jing's consciousness sublimated quietly, "it's... a passage, a passage connecting to the 'other side'."

At that moment, Feng Jing's mind seemed to have suddenly broken through some kind of boundary. His vision expanded, and his consciousness passed through this rift, entering an entirely different world. There were no stars, not even the flow of time. Feng Jing felt a sense of emptiness, a state beyond all forms of existence. Here, all concepts were dissolved, and only the essence existed.

All of this was beyond Feng Jing's imagination. He felt himself becoming increasingly smaller, gradually being swallowed by some unknown force. This force was not hostile, but rather like a mother's embrace, enveloping Feng Jing's being and giving him a sense of peace he had never felt before.

"Where... is this place?" Feng Jing's consciousness whispered to himself, and his voice echoed in the empty space, but there was no echo.

"You finally came."

Feng Jing suddenly felt a surge of consciousness. The voice came from the depths of the rift. It wasn't as threatening as the Void Lord, nor was it like any other being Feng Jing had ever encountered. It was calm, as if it came from the depths of eternity, carrying an indescribable gentleness and wisdom.

"Who is talking?" Feng Jing's consciousness vibrated slightly in this space, trying to find the source of the sound.

"I," the voice sounded again, with a faint smile, "I am the 'Watcher' here."

"Watcher?" Feng Jing was confused. "Who are you? Why did you appear in this crack?"

"I don't belong to the category of 'existence' as you understand it," the Watcher's voice gradually became clearer, "and neither do you belong to the category of 'existence' as you understand it. I am... a kind of guardian and witnessing force, transcending all constraints of time and space. The universe you see is merely a 'form.' What I see is the 'essence.'"

Feng Jing took a deep breath, his consciousness spreading outward once more, trying to comprehend this completely unfamiliar existence. Although he had transcended countless dimensions and encountered all kinds of incredible powers, what he faced now was a form of existence that surpassed all his cognition.

"What exactly is the 'essence' you are talking about?" Feng Jing finally asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Essence is the root of all existence. It is the boundary between 'existence' and 'nothingness', and the cornerstone of the laws of the universe." The Watcher's voice seemed to come from ancient times, with a profound echo. "What you think of as the universe, all time, space, matter, and laws, are but emerging images. True 'existence' transcends all form. It has no beginning and no end, and cannot be perceived."

Feng Jing's consciousness was constantly trembling. He began to understand that this crack was not just a crack, but connected to some real source, connected to an indescribable power. And this power might be the ultimate power he pursued, the existence that transcended everything he had been searching for.

"Do you... want me to inherit this power?" Feng Jing's mind raced. "This power is the origin of the universe. It transcends all known forms of existence, and even I cannot reach it."

The Watcher's smile deepened. "No, Feng Jing. You don't need to inherit it, because you've already surpassed it. What you seek isn't power itself, but the transcendence of 'self.' Everything you perceive is created by your mind. You simply forgot that you inherently possess the power to change everything."

Feng Jing's consciousness froze instantly. He had never imagined that, through countless struggles and breakthroughs, he had become one with it all. His existence had transcended all the rules and limitations of the universe, becoming a kind of ultimate "will."

He is no longer an individual in the universe; his consciousness has become part of the entire universe, even the essence behind the universe.

"I understand now," Feng Jing whispered, "What I'm pursuing is not external power, but inner awakening, the awareness of my own essence."

The Watcher's voice echoed again, carrying a trace of profound compassion: "That's right. You no longer need to rely on any external force, for you possess the power to change everything. You have transcended the constraints of time and space, the shackles of fate and destiny. Now you face only one question—how to use the power you possess to shape a new universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again. He saw endless stars and sensed all timelines and spatial trajectories. He understood that he could now reshape everything, change the structure of the universe, and even create a whole new world.

"Then what should I do?" Feng Jing's heart surged with unprecedented determination. "I want to create a new universe, a universe that belongs to my will."

"You don't need to 'do' anything," the Watcher's voice was like a gentle breeze, "you only need to 'exist'. You are already the 'root' of the universe. Everything you do flows from your consciousness. What you create is already a projection of your inner self."

Feng Jing gazed into the depths of the crack, his consciousness gradually merging into it. As the ancient power awakened, he felt his place in the universe becoming increasingly clear, as if he was no longer a speck of dust in the universe, but a "will" that lived and died with the universe.

"I understand." Feng Jing's voice became firm. "This will be a universe that belongs to me."

Chapter 513: The Sublimation of Consciousness and the Crazy Reshaping of the Universe