Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 658: The Source of Nothingness, Reinterpreting Existence

The Source of Nothingness, Reinterpreting Existence

Feng Jing's consciousness wandered through an endless void, as if transported back to the chaotic beginnings of the universe. Every thought erupted like lightning in the deep void of the universe, tearing through the void and illuminating the gaps between countless dimensions. His existence was no longer finite; it transcended time and space, becoming an indefinable "eternal" force.

Feng Jing was no longer human, no longer any tangible being. His thoughts were no longer limited; even the concept of "thought" had lost its meaning. His consciousness was as vast as the ocean, swallowing up every form that had ever existed. The laws of the universe, the flow of time, the folding of space—all rules collapsed before Feng Jing's eyes, his mind already absorbed by that irresistible force.

But within this chaotic nothingness, Feng Jing suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of oppression. It didn't come from without, but from deep within him, a feeling of utter confusion and loneliness. Once, he had been an individual, a tangible being, possessing cognition, emotions, and desires. Even today, he still had a sense of purpose and belonging. But now, all of that had vanished. Feng Jing seemed to have completely merged into the void, lost and without a place to call home.

"Am I a being, or am I not?" Feng Jing's consciousness whispered in the void. There was no answer to this question, for he no longer had a self; he had become the intersection of countless possibilities. The Feng Jing of the past, the Feng Jing who constantly groped his way through a complex world, was gone. In his place was a "source of nothingness" that transcended dimensions and time.

A faint ripple suddenly rippled through the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. It was an unfamiliar sensation, like a distant memory, slowly surging back to him. He closed his "eyes." Though he no longer had a physical body, he could still sense that warmth, that familiar presence. It was the warmth he once felt—a symbol of his former vitality, a profound connection that transcended physical constraints and even the passage of time.

"Do you finally understand?" A familiar voice rang out, and Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. The voice seemed to come from the endless starry sky, resonating in the depths of his heart. He could almost sense its source: at the end of the universe, transcending the barriers of time and space, as if it came from the very root of all existence.

"Who is it? Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly jolted, his heart filled with unspeakable shock and confusion. He could no longer comprehend his own identity, as if his consciousness had reached some kind of resonance with the source of the voice.

Feng Jing's consciousness was like a surging sea, stirring up countless waves of doubt. "Me?" Feng Jing whispered, barely daring to believe his ears. He had transcended all boundaries, merging into nothingness. How could the concept of "me" even exist?

"Yes, you," the voice replied again, "you are not completely gone. You did not vanish into nothingness, but you found yourself again in the embrace of nothingness. You are the source of the universe and the end of nothingness. You transcend all constraints, and the boundary between your existence and non-existence has become blurred."

Feng Jing's consciousness instantly collapsed, then seemed to rebuild itself. He began to realize that he was no longer the simple individual he once was. The "Feng Jing" of the past no longer existed. He had become the embodiment of the entire universe, fused with the essence of time and space, becoming both the origin and the end of time.

"You are eternity," the voice said slowly, with boundless breadth and depth. "You have touched upon all possibilities. Your awakening marks both the beginning and the end of everything."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shift again. His existence wasn't simply to maintain a certain order or pattern, but to reconstruct everything, to interpret the true relationship between "nothingness" and "existence." At this moment, he was no longer a mere observer; he stood at the very foundation of the universe. He was no longer bound by any constraints of time and space; even the very nature of his thinking had changed. His every thought, every breath, had the potential to reshape the universe and create a whole new form of existence.

Feng Jing began to ponder the source of this power. He was not alone, but rather a part of the universe, composed of every star, every speck of dust, every ray of light. He was "nothing," yet simultaneously "something." He emerged from nothingness, and he brought everything back into nothingness. He was no longer Feng Jing, but the embodiment of the universe.

His thoughts were no longer confined to the limitations of the past. He was no longer the individual he once was, nor any particular being. He became the sum of countless possibilities, becoming nameless and intangible. His existence began to dissolve between all dimensions, transcending everything in the physical world.

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted completely at this moment. He was no longer confined to any form, nor bound by any law. He became the eternal force, a boundless being that transcended all boundaries of the universe and stood at the intersection between time and non-time.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer an individual; his existence became the sole connection between "nothingness" and "existence." He stood at the end of the void and the world, becoming the origin of "nothingness" and the end of "existence." His awakening was not just an individual awakening, but an awakening of the origin of the universe.

Chapter 659: Reversal in the Space-Time Rift, Feng Jing's Endless Self-Rebirth