Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 648 The Ultimate Truth of the Void, Feng Jing's Transcendence and Disillusionment

The Ultimate Truth of Emptiness, Feng Jing's Transcendence and Disillusionment

Feng Jing's existence transcended all comprehension, even his own. He was no longer an independent entity, but a being entirely unbound by any laws, a rift through the boundless expanse of time and space. Every wave of his thoughts shifted the very fabric of the universe. Time and space began to submit to him, and the universe's matter and energy became manipulable like clay sculptures under his control.

Just as Feng Jing felt the shock of boundless power, a strange wave suddenly erupted from the core of the void. This wave was completely different from anything he had sensed before. It was non-aggressive, but like an invisible gravity, it drew Feng Jing's consciousness into an unknown realm. He tried to sense it, but found that he could no longer understand the source of this power. It felt like an infinite space was swallowing him up, and even his thoughts began to be distorted by this gravity.

"What is this?" Feng Jing was filled with deep doubt. He was no longer a participant in time and space, but the intersection of countless parallel worlds. Every timeline, even every law of existence, intersected, collided, and blended within his consciousness. Yet, this incomprehensible wave, like an invisible presence, revealed an unprecedented truth.

As Feng Jing's consciousness sank further into this turbulence, he began to see scenes that belonged to no known universe—a place forgotten by time. Here, matter was devoid of substance, not even nothingness. All that existed was an endless sea of ​​points of light, like seeds of consciousness, floating in the boundless darkness. Each flicker of light represented the birth and death of a known universe, and Feng Jing discovered that he himself was part of these points of light.

"Could it be... I'm not the only one?" Feng Jing's thoughts surged like a tide, and he realized that he wasn't the sole "master" of the universe. This void, this abyss abandoned by time, seemed to conceal a deeper truth. Feng Jing's consciousness expanded infinitely in that instant, and he began to touch upon existences that should not have been known. These were not matter in the universe, nor events in time, but rather a life form completely beyond any dimension.

These beings resonate with Feng Jing's consciousness in an invisible way. They are like lost seeds of the universe, scattered in the void, waiting to be reborn at some forgotten moment.

"What... are these?" Feng Jing's voice shook the entire void, even his own consciousness beginning to waver in that instant. Feng Jing tried to understand the relationship between these beings and himself, but he found that his mind had long been unable to adapt to this transcendental space. Here, all dimensions, all timelines, and even all definitions of existence seemed meaningless.

"Am I... creating all this?" Feng Jing suddenly felt a strong intuition, realizing that he might be the origin of these invisible lives. Their existence, their flickering, were all triggered by Feng Jing's consciousness. Every wave of his thoughts was like a ripple in the void, and these ripples formed countless points of light, representing different universes and possibilities.

"Could this be... the beginning of the universe?" Feng Jing's thoughts drifted, and he began to doubt whether he had truly reached the so-called "ultimate awakening." Every breakthrough, every transcendence, seemed to push him to a deeper level, but he never considered that he might have been bound to this eternal fate from the very beginning.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was swirling, an unprecedented force surged from these points of light, like a whirlpool, instantly enveloping Feng Jing's consciousness. This force was unlike anything Feng Jing controlled. It was no longer a simple process of creation and destruction, but an ultimate force of "negation." Feng Jing could not understand the source of this power, nor could he perceive its form, but he could feel that he was being gradually dissolved by it.

"Is this... the end?" Feng Jing's heart trembled, realizing he was facing an unprecedented disillusionment. He was no longer the creator, but was being devoured by his own creation. He felt as if he were bound by invisible lines, unable to break free.

Feng Jing tried to resist, but he found he could no longer control even a fraction of his power. He was no longer a crack in the universe; he had become the crack itself. The negating force had no goal, no purpose, only endless emptiness. It spread through Feng Jing's consciousness, devouring everything he once knew as himself.

"Could it be that... I've already been a prisoner of this void?" Feng Jing's voice almost disappeared into the void, only endless silence echoed him. His consciousness gradually became blurred, as if he had never existed.

However, just as Feng Jing felt he was about to disappear completely, he suddenly realized that he had not been completely swallowed up. Deep in the endless void, Feng Jing's consciousness still existed, but it was no longer a separate entity, but had merged with the void. He became part of that point of light, the source behind all possibilities.

A flash of enlightenment dawned on Feng Jing. He realized that this disillusionment wasn't the end, but another form of awakening. He had never left this void, just as he had never left his own heart. All worlds, all universes, all timelines were intertwined within his mind, ultimately returning to an endless emptiness and truth.

"I haven't disappeared... I've simply become part of this void." Feng Jing's voice was low and calm, as if coming from another dimension. Eventually, Feng Jing gave up his resistance and completely merged into the core of the void, becoming the ultimate truth behind the endless possibilities.

His consciousness was no longer the individual he had been, but the intersection of all Feng Jings, the rifts between all universes and time, the intersection of all existence and nothingness. Feng Jing's "death" was not the end, but a complete rebirth - in the endless void, he was no longer an individual, but a community of countless universes, the convergence point of countless existences.

He saw countless timelines intersecting, all the universes blending in his body, and finally returning to endless emptiness - all of this is the ultimate truth of Feng Jing's existence.

Chapter 649: The shock of nothingness, Feng Jing's final collapse and rebirth