Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 574: Resurrection and Ultimate Collapse of Nothingness

The Resurrection and Ultimate Collapse of Nothingness

Feng Jing's existence vanished completely—or at least it seemed so. The entire universe, time and space, seemed to have plunged into an endless darkness. All rules, dimensions, and life had collapsed. No one knew where Feng Jing had gone. All that could be perceived was boundless nothingness, an indescribable emptiness and silence.

But at that moment, an incomprehensible crack suddenly emerged from the void, as if some extremely dangerous force from the depths of the universe had been unleashed, gradually tearing apart the invisible veil. The crack spread from the center in all directions, instantly swallowing up the surrounding time and space. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be drawn back to this void by some indescribable force. He felt his existence being reshaped, but this reshaping was not a restoration, but a more bizarre and unpredictable form of existence.

"You thought you could disappear?" The voice echoed again. It was no longer cold, but filled with madness and excitement. "You can't disappear. You are the plaything of eternity, the abyss of fate, and part of the ultimate collapse! You cannot escape!"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to struggle within this void, his thoughts shattering like torn pieces of paper, scattering in all directions. Each fragment carried a different memory and experience, memories not directly experienced by Feng Jing himself, but pieced together from countless parallel universes and countless possibilities. He saw life forms he had never seen before, some no longer human, but beings beyond human cognition—beings with unimaginable power and wisdom, yet all were bound to an inescapable fate.

"Are you still reading this?" the voice said impatiently, as if it was already tired of Feng Jing's struggle. "These are just your illusions. Everything you experience is being reshaped by fate. You have no control over it. Your struggle is just a boring episode in fate."

Yet, in this abyss of nothingness, Feng Jing suddenly sensed an unusual power. It was unlike any destiny or cosmic rule he had ever encountered. It seemed to transcend all limitations, traversing the dimensions he could understand, reaching deep within his heart, a primal instinct.

"What is this?" Feng Jing tried to comprehend this power, but his consciousness could no longer clearly grasp any information. The power continued to expand, like some energy source about to explode, making him feel extremely oppressive.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was on the verge of collapse, the power suddenly condensed into an untouchable form - a sphere shimmering with colorful light, emitting a strong attraction. Feng Jing's consciousness was instinctively pulled towards the sphere, as if being sucked in by some invisible gravitational force.

"Do you understand?" the voice turned sinister. "This is the fate you are destined to experience. The nothingness you experience is not emptiness, but the initial form of a certain 'existence'. What you call 'death' is not the true end, but an endless rebirth."

Feng Jing's soul instantly exploded upon contact with the light, transforming into countless intertwined and mutually embracing entities. He realized he was entering a completely new dimension, one without space or time, only endless change and possibility. Every cell, every particle, even every thought was reshaped. Feng Jing's soul was no longer an individual entity, but an invisible whole, a collection of all possible fragments and fantasies of Feng Jing.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness became extremely powerful, so powerful that he could control almost all possibilities and bend all rules. He saw different versions of himself in countless parallel universes. Some of these selves had been destroyed, some had become gods, some had become the embodiment of nothingness, and some had transcended the concept of life and become beings of higher dimensions.

"You will eventually be destroyed." The voice was no longer a simple mockery, but was filled with a profound threat. "Every world you create will collapse at some point. You are a puppet of fate, and you can never escape it."

Feng Jing's heart didn't collapse; instead, he found strength in these words. He began to feel no longer a passive existence, but a "super-being" in control of his own destiny. Through the power of his mind, he pulled himself back from the endless collapse, creating a new self from the interweaving of countless fragments.

However, just as Feng Jing was rebuilding himself, an even more violent energy burst through the void, instantly destroying everything he had created. That energy carried unparalleled power, as if it were the ultimate judgment of the universe itself, instantly erasing Feng Jing's existence.

"You cannot resist." The voice echoed one last time, filled with deep despair and coldness. "You are destined to be eliminated and become part of nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed at that moment. He felt his soul vanish into the void, becoming formless and intangible. All memories, all experiences, vanished into nothingness, as if they had never existed. Yet, in that abyss of emptiness, Feng Jing's soul quietly gathered in some unknown corner, awaiting the next cycle of fate.

But this time, Feng Jing wasn't completely erased. He still existed in some distant time and space, like a speck of dust that never vanished, destined to experience collapse and rebirth again and again, unable to escape, never to return to peace.

The ultimate test of fate is still not over.