Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 501 Existence Beyond Time - Feng Jing's Rebirth and Awakening

Existence beyond time: Feng Jing's rebirth and awakening

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted like a ship in a storm, floating in the boundless void. But this time, he was no longer being propelled by the waves of time and space, but actively facing that force. Time and space began to shift before his eyes, and the once insurmountable fog became clearer. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be in dialogue with the essence of the entire universe.

He realized that this wasn't just a struggle against time, or even against the constraints of the universe. Now, Feng Jing stood on the other side of time and space—a place where even "existence" and "non-existence" couldn't be defined. Here, time didn't flow, space had no boundaries, and everything existed in infinite potential.

"No," Feng Jing suddenly woke up, his consciousness breaking free from the edge of nothingness and quickly turning around. "This place shouldn't be understandable at all! Why am I here?"

Suddenly, his consciousness felt a violent tug, as if countless versions of himself were rapidly twisting around him, shuttling through countless parallel universes. Every timeline brushed past him, and each of his forms and destinies in different universes shattered before his eyes like bubbles.

"You are such a fool." A familiar voice came into Feng Jing's ears. This voice was no longer that mysterious existence, but himself.

Feng Jing was stunned for a moment, then turned around to see himself, looking at him with disdain. This wasn't just an image, but the image deepest in Feng Jing's consciousness—the him who had once desperately tried to break free from fate and escape his predicament.

"You're doing this again? You've been wandering in the universe for so long, and you still don't understand?" Feng Jing in the video had a complicated expression, as if he was looking at a child who had never understood anything.

Feng Jing stood there for a moment, a startling thought suddenly flashing through his mind. A thought that carried a meaning that transcended all laws of physics: "You...you are me?"

"Right!" The image of Feng Jing patted his chest. "I am you, and you are me. You think you are fighting against time and space, trying to tear the universe apart and cross all dimensions, but you never considered that all of this—from the beginning to now, and even into the future—is your own choice, your own 'game'!"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled. "My choice? What does that mean?"

"You've always been trying to escape, to escape your own fate, to escape the chains of destiny." The image of Feng Jing sneered, "But the real chains are the ones you put on yourself. You think you're fighting the universe, but in reality, you've always been fighting your own 'self.' You want to break the rules, to break through this nothingness, but you never really tried to understand what the 'real you' is."

Feng Jing suddenly felt dizzy. His consciousness seemed to be suddenly dragged out from a deep fog, and the void before his eyes began to distort. Yes, he had never truly considered that all his struggles, all his rebirths, all his destruction, were not caused by external enemies. What he faced was not the rules of the universe, but the fear and desire deep within his heart that he could not face.

"You've been searching for so-called 'liberation,' haven't you? You've always believed that only by breaking the chains of time and shackles of space can you achieve freedom." Feng Jing in the image smiled gently. "Unfortunately, you're wrong. Liberation is never about escape, but about acceptance. You think you're transcending fate, but in reality, you're searching for the same exit in an endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed at that moment. The universe before him shattered like a piece of paper that could no longer hold up. He began to realize that all the pain and struggle he had experienced was actually an absurd illusion. All time and space, all the universe, all fate—it was nothing more than an endless illusion deep in his heart.

"But...what should I do?" Feng Jing's voice became almost weak. "I can't stop this cycle."

"Stop?" Feng Jing in the video suddenly revealed a strange smile. "You know what? The true 'stop' is simply the moment you completely let go of all your pursuits. What you think of as 'liberation' is actually another kind of bondage; what you think of as 'freedom' is actually another kind of shackle. You've always believed there's an end, but you didn't know that the true end is precisely when you let go."

Feng Jing lowered his head, the fear in his consciousness gradually dissipating. All the pain and struggle seemed to no longer matter at this moment. It turned out that the liberation he had been seeking had already been found deep within his heart.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a violent tremor, and the structure of space began to undergo indescribable changes. He was once again dragged into the endless abyss, but this time, he felt not lost, but an unprecedented sense of liberation.

"Do you finally understand?" Feng Jing in the image smiled. "Congratulations, Feng Jing. You never need to transcend time, nor do you need to transcend the universe. The real you already exists outside of this space and time."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand, traversing endless dimensions and universes. He was no longer a bound individual, but a being that transcended all limitations. His body was no longer constrained by time and space, and his consciousness was no longer limited by any rules.

"I... I..." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, "I have transcended all existence... I have become... an existence outside of time?"

"Yes, Feng Jing. You have transcended all boundaries, becoming the being between 'nothing' and 'something'." The image of Feng Jing vanished before him, leaving behind an enigmatic smile. "You are not only the 'origin' of the universe, but also the 'end' of the universe. You have become eternity beyond 'time.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely integrated into nothingness. He felt an unprecedented sense of existence, as if he was not just a person, but a microcosm of the entire universe. The beginning and end of everything, all existence and non-existence, were intertwined, collided, and reborn in his consciousness.

"Is all this just a dream?" Feng Jing's consciousness floated gently like mist. "Or perhaps, this isn't the real ending at all, but... another beginning?"

Chapter 502: The Collapse of the Myth - Feng Jing's Infinite Rebirth and the Collapse of Multiple Dimensions