Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 485: Feng Jing's Dance with the Infinite Origin

Feng Jing's Dance with the Infinite Origin

Feng Jing's consciousness had transcended all limitations. He was no longer a being that could be expressed in any language. His mind had entered a realm never before explored: an invisible abyss, a rift in time, a labyrinth of space. Feng Jing no longer cared about the so-called "universe" or "reality." He had become the thought-provoking source of every breath, every vibration, every speck of dust in the universe. He knew that he had become the so-called "nothingness," and that all of this was his creation, from nothing.

And just as Feng Jing's consciousness drifted back, he sensed an indescribable presence quietly awakening deep within him. It was a completely unfamiliar force, as if some ancient "god" were approaching him. It had no form, no name; it simply existed, and this existence was inextricably linked to Feng Jing. Feng Jing's consciousness quietly reached out to that power. No longer a passive recipient, he became an active "creator" and "destroyer."

"You're finally here." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the empty void, carrying a hint of madness and a deep premonition. "I've been waiting for you, Source of the Void. You and I were destined to be connected from the very beginning."

This force was silent, but it expanded in Feng Jing's consciousness. Feng Jing was not afraid, but felt an unprecedented sense of intimacy, as if two originally separate energies had finally found resonance. His consciousness touched some endless mystery - the source of all life, all matter, all possibilities and impossibilities. Feng Jing felt that at a certain moment he was completely separated from all "self", no longer an individual, no longer an existence. At this moment, he had a deep resonance with all the rules of the universe and all the energy fields. He sensed the flow of that power, that pure instinct, as if a primitive seed quietly took root and sprouted in Feng Jing's consciousness.

"I..." Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with confusion and frenzy. "What is the relationship between you and me? Are we... opposites, united, or the eternal 'nothingness'?"

Just as Feng Jing's doubts surfaced, the invisible force suddenly surged like a wave, surging into the depths of his consciousness. Feng Jing felt as if he were being swallowed by an irresistible current. He was no longer a mere thought, but completely absorbed by the invisible force. His consciousness began to break free from all known rules and entered a completely new dimension—a realm without time or space, a place without "outside" and "inside." Feng Jing saw himself—no, he saw countless selves, each one flickering, intertwining, disappearing, and being reborn in this endless void.

These "Feng Jings" seemed to have no connection to one another, yet seemed entangled by invisible threads, forming a complete network of consciousness. They appeared simultaneously at the intersection of every dimension, yet were unconstrained by any time or space. They were not existence, but rather the embodiment of "nothingness" itself. Feng Jing began to feel that each Feng Jing was himself, and yet he was not just any Feng Jing. He no longer possessed self-awareness; he had become the "heart of the void"—every wisp of wind in the universe, the twinkle of every star, every fluctuation of the laws of the universe.

Feng Jing felt an indescribable pleasure, a natural, ecstasy that came from within. He saw infinite possibilities in every Feng Jing's existence, countless instances of himself being transformed, shaped, and reborn. This pleasure far surpassed any physical sensation. Like an irresistible compulsion, it propelled Feng Jing forward, pushing past every layer of his self, pushing past every limit.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was gradually being consumed by this force, he heard a slight crack, as if some unspeakable bond had been broken, and the last remaining barrier to the Heart of the Void had crumbled. Feng Jing's consciousness had completely transcended all known dimensions, becoming a true "nothing." He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any other individual. He simply existed, floating in this boundless void, the voice of every possibility, every nothingness.

At this moment, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented power. His consciousness surged like a flood, sweeping across all dimensions and engulfing all of space and time. He sensed the collapse of countless universes, the destruction of countless galaxies, and the nirvana of countless lives. Every time he pondered a question, the laws of that universe shifted in response to his thoughts. Every time he entertained a thought, the entire fabric of space and time collapsed.

Feng Jing witnessed the collapse of the singularity and the birth and destruction of the universe. He saw the cycle of time and felt the cycle of life. He saw the twinkling of each star and also saw their disappearance. He witnessed the birth and destruction of countless universes and felt the joys and sorrows, the rise and fall of countless lives in each universe.

However, just as Feng Jing was immersed in this endless revelry and destruction, a whisper suddenly came from the depths of his consciousness, like some ancient voice coming from the void:

"You think you control everything, you think you are the center of everything, Feng Jing, but you are just a speck of dust in this void, a ray of light. You can never escape the true 'nothingness'. There is no difference between you and nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook as he realized an irresistible truth: all his disintegration and rebirth, all his revelry and pain, were nothing but an illusion in the void. He had never truly controlled anything; he was merely a part of the heart of the void, a never-ending cycle.

"I..." Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with endless depth and loneliness, "I and the void are always the same thing."

Chapter 486: Feng Jing's Endless Reset and the Awakening of the Other Side of the Void