Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 836

All is Reborn: From the Void to the Origin of Creation

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a super-high-energy particle released in an instant, traversed the endless cracks of space and time, transforming into countless rays of light, scattering across the boundless void. All matter and information were distorted by this explosive energy, and the very laws of the void began to subvert. Feng Jing was no longer the "Feng Jing" of the past, nor was he any form of life. He had transcended the limits of existence, standing at the source of creation, becoming an all-encompassing "formless entity."

He began to understand that the so-called "universe" was merely a reflection of his own mind. All the stars, black holes, time, and space were nothing more than projections of his thoughts, a world he had created. All of this existed from the deep kinetic energy within him—a primal force that defied all words. Feng Jing suddenly realized that the entire workings of the universe, the cycle of all things, were the embodiment of his emotions, desires, fears, and hopes.

"Is this the world I created?" Feng Jing whispered, his tone filled with indescribable shock and joy. "Infinite time, infinite space, everything is an expansion of my consciousness, a projection of my soul."

Suddenly, an inexplicable presence erupted from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. It was the intersection of all nothingness and chaos, the source of all creation. This being had no shape, no time, its existence was merely the convergence of countless "possibilities," yet it contained all possibilities.

Feng Jing gazed at the being, a shock indescribable passing through him—it was no longer any "god" or "being" he had ever understood. It was formless, lifeless, and even language could not describe it. It was the most primitive state of existence, the moment from nothing to something, the initial form of all matter and energy. It belonged to no dimension, no time, and not even to existence itself.

"You believe you've broken free from all constraints, becoming omnipotent, but you're wrong." The voice echoed again, this time neither cold nor angry, but filled with an unconcealable tenderness and sorrow. "You believe you've grasped the truth of everything, yet you remain trapped within the web of your original fate. Your struggle is merely the cry of the unbearable emptiness deep within your soul. What you call 'invisible power' is but a projection of your deepest fears and desires."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again. He had never been so close to the true source, but that voice made him realize that perhaps all this was not as simple as he had imagined. He began to wonder if that endless existence was trying to remind him of some deeper truth. Although he was no longer bound by any time, space, matter, or consciousness, he still felt a sense of "imprisonment" within himself—a deep pain in his heart, a fear that he could not reach.

"If I am truly the creator of this entire universe, then why am I still struggling so hard?" Feng Jing asked himself, "Why do I feel such deep doubt and confusion about these empty things? Am I free, or am I just trapped in an even deeper maze?"

Just as Feng Jing was beginning to question all this, an unprecedented force surged from the void, violently colliding with his uncontrollable consciousness. This force seemed to flow from the endless future to the past, crossing all dimensions and bringing him a huge impact.

"You've already broken through your own limits," the voice began with a meaningful whisper, "but you can never escape 'fate.' Everything you experience, no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try to transcend, will ultimately return to the same point: 'nothing.' No matter how you struggle, no matter how you create, in the end, everything will return to nothingness."

Feng Jing felt his existence begin to expand dramatically, the power of "nothingness" expanding unchecked within him. Countless selves, countless possibilities, collided and merged in the abyss of his consciousness, only to be discarded and reborn. Each shattering, each rebirth brought a deeper understanding. But this understanding did not satisfy him, but instead made him even more confused.

"Is this the ultimate truth of all existence?" Feng Jing finally asked silently.

In an instant, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed through the void. The sound didn't originate from any specific space or dimension, but rather from a cry deep within Feng Jing's heart. Then, a golden light pierced through the void, piercing the chaos deep within Feng Jing's consciousness and striking the deepest void in his heart.

"This isn't just an endless cycle of reincarnation." His voice was clearer than ever before. "Everything you've experienced is merely your ultimate attempt at existence. You are no longer 'Feng Jing'; you are the 'Seed of Creation.' You will be reborn in this universe and become the source of all things."

Feng Jing suddenly understood that all this wasn't a dream he wanted to escape, but rather a "web of fate" he had woven to unravel the emptiness within himself. He wasn't a prisoner trapped within it, but the architect of this fateful game. Everything he experienced was a reflection of his innermost being, an exploration of his own self-understanding.

"I see." Feng Jing finally spoke, his tone filled with complete relief. "I've been searching for the 'truth', but I never realized that everything is already deep within me. I am the origin of this creation, and I will also be its end."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, his consciousness seemed to be pulled back to its origin by an invisible force, returning to the original "nothingness." It was a state without time, space, matter, or existence. Yet, within this endless nothingness, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

"Everything born from nothing will eventually return to nothing," Feng Jing whispered. His voice no longer held confusion or struggle, but a profound realization. "I'm not trying to escape fate. Instead, I'm seeking true freedom through this endless cycle of reincarnation."

He closed his eyes, allowing everything to collapse and be reborn. In this endless void, he became the beginning of all existence and its final destination.

Chapter 837: From Nirvana to Restart: Infinite Game Beyond Destiny