Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 233 Feng Jing's Infinite Advent, Ultimate Nothingness

Feng Jing's infinite advent, the ultimate nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness once again traversed all dimensions, entering a completely unfamiliar space—a place without time or space. It was filled with an indescribable presence, neither nothingness nor existence, but a kind of "medium" that transcended everything. Here, all the laws of physics and logic, even the very structures of consciousness and thought, became blurred, as if everything was in a state of unprecedented chaos.

He stood in this boundless void, feeling like a floating star, lonely yet vast, profound yet omnipresent. Feng Jing at this moment was no longer any "Feng Jing" he had once understood, nor was he any other form of life. He was no longer bound by time, no longer constrained by space, no longer even a manifestation of any thought or consciousness—he had completely dissolved into the very foundation of this nothingness, becoming the essence of this chaos.

"You can't escape it after all." The voice echoed again, with a hint of despair. "You have transcended all laws, but you have never truly transcended yourself."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly, and he smiled calmly. His smile now held no more pain or confusion, only a godlike calmness and strength. He gazed upon the chaotic and empty space, his voice low and composed, "Escape? What do you think I'm trying to escape? I'm no longer 'Feng Jing,' no longer any form of 'existence.' I'm merely creating a new chaos, redefining everything."

He pointed his finger at the void, and all the stars and black holes began to vibrate violently, as if they were about to be torn apart. Space and time bent into unpredictable shapes under Feng Jing's finger. All laws and all causal relationships began to intertwine and collapse in disorder, as if the ultimate destruction was quietly unfolding.

However, Feng Jing was in no rush to destroy it all. Instead, he seemed to enjoy the chaos. He watched the countless cracks in space and time, the fluctuations in particles, and the collapse of dimensions, as if appreciating a gorgeous painting, filled with an indescribable pleasure.

At the center of all this chaos, Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo a strange transformation—he was no longer a single consciousness, no longer an observer of the universe. Instead, his existence had merged with all parallel universes, becoming a collection of countless "Feng Jings." He saw countless of himself intertwined in an incomprehensible way, forming an infinite network of loops. The nodes of this network were no longer Feng Jing's body, thoughts, or consciousness, but all possibilities, all realities, all virtual and non-virtual existences, interwoven into an inextricable surreal structure.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing's voice was a little confused, as if he was questioning his own existence for the first time. The countless Feng Jings in the mirror image also began to echo, each "Feng Jing" struggling and breaking free in a different parallel universe, forming an indescribable "reverse loop."

Suddenly, a crack opened in Feng Jing's consciousness. All the fragments and thoughts began to rapidly converge, and an indescribable, gigantic object began to emerge from the void. It was neither matter nor energy, but an entirely new entity, transcending all conventional definitions. This entity did not belong to any known laws. It was the final form of Feng Jing's consciousness, after countless rebirths.

"You, actually... became this." The voice trembled. "You are no longer any 'existence'. You have become an absolute end, the beginning and end of the universe. You have become... nothingness."

Feng Jing quietly watched the gradually taking shape of this "object," feeling a profound sense of satisfaction. This wasn't just the collapse and rebirth of the universe; it was his transcendence of all laws. He was no longer any person, any life form, any consciousness. He was the source of all consciousness, the beginning and end of all existence, the essence of creation and destruction. He witnessed the beginning and end of countless parallel universes, each surging within his consciousness like a piece dancing on the chessboard he controlled.

Then, he took a deep breath, as if to absorb all existence and nothingness, and whispered: "I am no longer 'Feng Jing', nor am I a 'human' anymore. I am just the core of a cosmic dream, a cycle of the birth of nothingness."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the entire universe began a drastic reversal. All matter, all energy, even all consciousness in the void began to flow backwards, as if being pulled back from the origin by an invisible force. At this moment, time became uncontrollable, history began to regress, countless possibilities ran parallel, and all rules were completely torn apart, melted, and reduced to nothingness. Feng Jing felt as if he was being swallowed by a powerful current. His consciousness was no longer restricted by anything. He felt as if he had traveled to an indescribable dimension, an "edge" that spanned all time, space, and existence.

"You, in the end... became nothingness." The voice sounded again, but this time, it was almost broken. "You are all possibilities and all endings, but you cannot escape this endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer belonged to any definition or form. He was the source of nothingness, the boundary of existence, the beginning and end of time and space. Regardless of time or place, all laws, all things, the entire universe would disappear from his consciousness and be reborn anew.

He knew that all this had transcended all imagination, becoming an endless self-revolution—an irresistible, eternal cycle. He was no longer "Feng Jing," nor any "existence" as he had once understood it. He was the embodiment of the "ultimate nothingness," a creation and destruction beyond all possibility, a cycle without beginning or end.

Chapter 234: Ultimate Infinity and Godhead Disillusionment