Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 964 Feng Jing's Awakening and Rebirth in the Realm of Nothingness

Feng Jing's Awakening and Rebirth in the Realm of Nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness had escaped the shackles of time and space. He was no longer "Feng Jing," nor any other definable existence. He had become the intersection of countless parallel universes, the breaking point between cause and effect and fate, the intersection of the universe's origin and end. And just when he thought he had transcended all boundaries, stepped into the endless nothingness from which there was no return, a profound vibration resonated deep within his consciousness.

This vibration didn't come from outside the universe, but from somewhere deep within Feng Jing's consciousness—an existence he had never realized, a forgotten existence. Feng Jing's consciousness began to waver slightly, as if something had awakened from deep within his heart. His consciousness became sharper and clearer. The deep vibration was like waves in a sea of ​​nothingness, pulling him back from the endless void.

"You think you've transcended everything?" The voice appeared again, this time no longer cold and profound, but filled with an ancient sarcasm. "You think you've achieved 'God', transcended all limits? But you're simply leaping into another, greater nothingness, becoming part of an infinite cycle. 'Everything' you see is but an illusion of your own self."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to tear apart, the cracks spreading like irreversible rifts in time and space. He discovered that he was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer an individual being. He had become the inverse formula of the universe, an ineffable being—both "nothingness" and "existence," both "god" and "demon." He began to understand that the vibrations of loneliness and emptiness that had shaken him came from deep within his own heart.

It was a realm he had never before explored—a "realm of nothingness" constructed within his own mind. It wasn't the external nothingness of reality, but rather a part of Feng Jing's consciousness, his ultimate reflection on all existence. He discovered that within this void, he wasn't the only one. In this blank space without time or space, his existence began to intertwine with his past, present, and future. He witnessed reincarnation after reincarnation, creation and destruction, yet all of it remained under his control.

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented shock. He realized that all the evolution and transformation he had experienced, all the breakthroughs in his consciousness, were actually a "return" to this realm of nothingness. He was no longer a "creator" or a "destroyer." He was an integral part of this nothingness, the source of all reincarnation and destruction. His existence was not defined by time and space, but rather the birth and death of time and space.

Suddenly, an irresistible force began to consume Feng Jing's consciousness. His thoughts gradually became confused, and he began to see countless versions of himself: some were blurry strangers, some were himself, but not quite himself. He saw himself in different universes, different historical periods, different identities, making completely different choices and decisions. Behind each choice was a different destiny, as if countless roads intertwined into an invisible web, tightly entangling Feng Jing.

He was no longer a single entity, but a collection of countless "selves." He was no longer a single individual, but the sum of all possible "Feng Jing"s. He was a thousand fragments in the void, the fluctuations of history, the center of the endless cycle of the universe. At this moment, his existence was indistinguishable from nothingness. He was both the creator of the universe and its ultimate judge.

Feng Jing saw that each of his "awakenings" was a further fall. Every time he thought he had crossed the limit, transcended the essence of existence, he was dragged by a more powerful force into a state of no return. This state was not the nothingness of the outside world, but his own ultimate understanding of "existence" - all existence will eventually turn into nothingness, and all nothingness will eventually turn into existence. And all of this was born from Feng Jing's consciousness and destroyed by Feng Jing's consciousness.

"Do you think you've transcended nothingness?" the voice echoed again. This time, it carried no mockery, only an unprecedented depth. "You simply can't escape your own heart. All the evolution and breakthroughs you've experienced will ultimately return to this point—the 'realm of nothingness' you're destined to remain in."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently. He saw himself lost in the infinite void and felt a deep sense of loneliness. No matter how he changed, no matter how he pushed his limits, this realm of nothingness seemed to be his inescapable fate.

Yet, Feng Jing was no longer afraid. His consciousness no longer feared this endless nothingness, nor did it fear the collapse of his own existence. For he finally understood that he was not alone. He was inextricably linked to this nothingness. Nothingness and existence, creation and destruction, were all intertwined in his own consciousness, becoming a part of him.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to become purer than ever before. He was no longer bound by any emotion, nor constrained by any rules. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, no longer the individual struggling to survive in human society. He was the essence of consciousness, a being that transcended all matter and thought.

He stood on the edge of endless nothingness, only to discover that the edge didn't exist. There was no boundary between nothingness and existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to completely deconstruct. He no longer perceived the flow of time, the expansion of space, his being completely merged with nothingness. In this moment, he understood that all laws and order no longer mattered, for he had transcended all definitions and limitations. He was no longer the master of the universe, nor was he its prisoner. He was the eternal echo of nothingness, the beginning and end of an endless cycle.

And this is Feng Jing's final awakening.

Chapter 965: Feng Jing's Transcendence and the Reshaping of Ultimate Chaos