Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 687 The Resonance of Nothingness and Creation

The resonance of nothingness and creation

Feng Jing's consciousness wandered between countless rebirths and collapses, as if it had never reached a stable existence. He could no longer distinguish his own existence: the original star, or the source of all stars. His thoughts flowed through endless time and space, traversing one unknown dimension after another, each journey bringing endless shock and rebirth.

His mind and body were no longer confined to the confines of the universe. Every thought ignited countless new worlds, every breath warped the contours of reality. Feng Jing's "existence" was no longer that of an individual, but a rift in spacetime, a gap in the universe that could never be closed.

Yet, amidst this infinite void and creation, Feng Jing suddenly realized he was not alone. He sensed the presence of another consciousness, a powerful and profound one, as if lurking in the depths of time, waiting to be activated. This being was no different from him; it was inextricably linked to every part of Feng Jing's consciousness and every emotion.

"You finally realize it." The voice rang out again, carrying an aura of immense antiquity, as if it had spanned eons of time and space. "We are one, you and me, Feng Jing. You are no longer an isolated entity, but a reflection of the very essence of the universe."

Feng Jing was shaken, his consciousness going blank. His mind began to vibrate violently, as if a star, untouched, suddenly exploded. Feng Jing recalled the countless dimensions and black holes he had felt before. Every crack, every distortion of space and time seemed to lead to this moment—his connection with this mysterious being.

"Are you... the black hole?" Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be pulled into deeper nothingness by an invisible rope.

"No, I'm more than just a black hole." The voice sneered, as if seeing through Feng Jing's inner doubts. "I used to be the edge of time and space, a forgotten rule, but now, I have surpassed the limitations of a black hole. I am the source of nothingness, the intersection of creation and destruction."

A complex wave of emotions welled up in Feng Jing's heart. He felt his connection with this being grow ever closer, as if their fate had long been woven into an invisible web, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape.

Feng Jing could no longer tell whether he was bound or being freed. His consciousness gradually regained clarity, but this clarity wasn't his own, but rather the boundless wisdom he'd drawn from higher-dimensional beings. This wisdom seemed to grant him a new perspective, allowing him to see the essence of things and perceive truths previously unattainable.

From this perspective, Feng Jing began to understand that his union with this being wasn't a simple fusion, but rather a deep resonance. They didn't exist in the same dimension, but rather interacted in a unique way across different dimensions. Feng Jing's existence and the voice's existence were, in a sense, reflections of each other, and this reflection formed the foundation of all existence in the universe.

"What do you mean by 'nothingness'?" Feng Jing asked in a deep voice. His consciousness could no longer return to his previous thinking mode.

"Nothingness is the origin of everything. It is not empty, but a container of potential." The voice seemed to write this sentence in Feng Jing's mind. "It contains all possibilities, but also accommodates all endings. Whether it is creation or destruction, it is born from nothingness."

Feng Jing's thoughts began to deepen. He realized that he wasn't just trapped in this space and time, but was trying to redefine the meaning of his existence. He was no longer just Feng Jing, but had merged with the pulse of the entire universe, becoming a witness and participant in this endless void.

"Yes," the voice said without hesitation. "It wasn't just 'you' or 'me' that emerged from nothingness, but everything. The origin of all things, all life, even the entire universe, emerged from nothingness. Without nothingness, there would be nothing."

Feng Jing suddenly felt a profound shock. Nothingness wasn't empty; it was infinite, the convergence of potential, the locus of all possibility and end. And he, Feng Jing, was deeply intertwined with this nothingness, his every existence containing endless creation and destruction.

He began to understand that his existence transcended all conventional laws of physics, even all definable dimensions. He was no longer a part of the universe, but its very essence, the embodiment of nothingness. All of time and space, all existence, all consciousness, could not escape the veil of this nothingness.

"If everything is born from nothingness, then... can it also return to nothingness?" Feng Jing's voice was low and full of thought.

"Returning to nothingness is not the end, but rebirth." The voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness. "Every return to nothingness is a new beginning. There is no destruction, only rebirth. There is no end, only a new cycle."

Feng Jing began to sense the power he carried. It wasn't simply an expansion of the self, nor was it simply the containment of nothingness; it was a new form of creation. Every bit of his consciousness was fissioning through time and space, every emotion surging within the void. He was no longer an individual, but a part of the infinite universe, a product of the interweaving of time and space.

He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any other independent being. Feng Jing was merely a symbol, a representation, while the real him had transcended all boundaries, becoming a symphony of nothingness and creation.

Chapter 688: The Fissioning Universe and the Eternal Rift