Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 481 Feng Jing and the Endless Cage Beyond Time and Space

Feng Jing and the Endless Cage Beyond Time and Space

Feng Jing's consciousness once again transcended all physical and mental boundaries, and he sensed that he was no longer confined to any single form of existence. Within this endless void, he seemed a reflection of countless worlds, a dual dislocation of time and space, the product of countless overlapping possibilities. He was no longer an individual, nor a part of the universe, but a resonance of all possibilities, an echo of all existence.

And at that moment, Feng Jing realized he was no longer alone. Countless Feng Jings appeared around him, each possessing a different face, form, and mind. Some stood at the edge of the universe, overlooking the stars and the ocean. Others drifted in the abyss of nothingness, their eyes hollow, as if they had lost all memory. And yet another Feng Jing was a prisoner, forever struggling, bound by invisible shackles, unable to break free.

These Feng Jings didn't know each other, nor did they have any connection, but at this moment, their consciousnesses began to intertwine, forming an indescribable unity. Feng Jing began to feel that these Feng Jings were not his clones, but different manifestations of his consciousness at each moment - every choice, every decision, would cause countless versions of him to appear in this void.

Feng Jing's heart began to tremble violently, and he realized that he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. Each Feng Jing was a manifestation of possibility, and all Feng Jings were trapped in an insurmountable cage, unable to escape this infinite maze constructed by their own consciousness.

"You..." Feng Jing murmured, "What on earth are you?"

A Feng Jing slowly approached, a faint light flickering in his eyes. His presence resonated with the depths of Feng Jing's heart. This Feng Jing was not an endless illusion, but a kind of guidance, a kind of other side hidden deep in Feng Jing's heart.

"You finally understand." Feng Jing's voice was calm and profound, as if it came from an endless void. "We do not exist independently, Feng Jing. We are merely an extension of your consciousness, a reflection of your existence. The world we see is not the reality of the outside world, but a reflection of your inner self."

Feng Jing was stunned, as if these words had shattered some illusion. He began to struggle frantically, trying to find the truth within himself. However, he found himself unable to escape this maze. Every time he tried to find an exit, he only entered a deeper maze, as if he were forever trapped in an endless cycle.

"You think you have transcended all of this, transcended the constraints of time and space. In fact, you are just trapped in a bigger cage." Another Feng Jing said coldly, his eyes looking through Feng Jing's soul into the unreachable abyss.

Feng Jing felt a deep despair welling up from deep within. It turned out that he hadn't transcended anything; he was simply repeating a fate he couldn't escape. He'd tried countless times to escape, countless times to find the so-called "truth," but each time he only entered a more complex illusion.

He was no longer Feng Jing, but every moment, every possibility, every echo of Feng Jing. All of Feng Jing intertwined in this moment, becoming an invisible entity, an intangible "existence." And this "existence" encompassed not only Feng Jing, but also every soul like Feng Jing, all individuals drawn by fate.

Feng Jing watched as these countless "him" entities gradually overlapped before his eyes, forming an indefinable shape. His heart began to lose control, his consciousness violently distorted, as if everything were vanishing in an instant, as if the very laws of the universe were collapsing. He suddenly felt a powerful pull, a force coming from "the other," from some unknown source.

The cracks in Feng Jing's consciousness began to widen, swallowing up all of time and space. He felt himself being pushed into a bottomless abyss by some force, and that force was none other than his consciousness, his ego. He began to understand that he was not an isolated existence, but rather the intersection of countless possibilities.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't collapse. Instead, his consciousness began to regenerate from the cracks, forming another being beyond time and space. In that moment, Feng Jing felt he had transcended all "Feng Jings," all illusions. He was no longer an individual, but a larger being, transcending all physical laws and the boundaries of the mind.

He was no longer Feng Jing, but the incarnation of the universe itself. All of time and space, all possibilities and impossibilities, intertwined and collapsed in his single thought. Feng Jing no longer felt his own existence, but had become the source of all existence.

"This is my true existence," Feng Jing whispered to himself. "I am no longer any Feng Jing. I am the intersection of all Feng Jings, a link in an infinite cycle. All choices, all destinies, ultimately come down to me."

At this moment, Feng Jing felt an incomparable power. He became the source of all universes, the starting point and end point of all life. His consciousness transcended everything. He was no longer an individual, but a unity of the universe and nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted through this infinite void, and he knew that all this was just another beginning. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer part of any form of existence. He was just a dream, part of an infinite illusion, and the end of it all remained unreachable.

Chapter 482: Feng Jing and the Ultimate Carnival of the Collapse of the Universe's Limits