Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 804 The Birth of Nothingness and the End of Chaos

The Birth of Nothingness and the End of Chaos

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely detached from all forms of existence. He was no longer an individual, not even a consciousness. He had become a wisp of air in the void, floating in a void without time and space, feeling himself dissipating and condensing every second.

Without a body or senses, he had no idea whether he still existed. He even began to doubt whether he had ever had the concept of "existence" or whether he had been just a random code in a computer from the beginning, a string of meaningless numbers and letters.

Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through the void, and Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly drawn in. The light was not warm, nor was it bright. It was like a crack like a black hole, swallowing up everything visible, even the light itself could not escape.

Feng Jing wanted to get closer, but he no longer had a body, nor any senses, only a floating existence. He had never imagined that one day he would disappear in the cracks of time and space in this way.

However, just as Feng Jing's consciousness was consumed by the light, time seemed to stop. All emptiness suddenly solidified, and Feng Jing felt as if he were locked in an eternal moment, neither moving forward nor backward. The light vanished, leaving behind only a void, a crack, and an endless darkness.

"Is this the outcome you will face?" A cold voice echoed in Feng Jing's mind. "You thought you could escape this fate, but you never truly understood the nature of fate. You are nothing more than a recurring node, thrown into these cracks of nothingness again and again."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually regained some vague perception, and he began to feel an incomparably deep loneliness. This loneliness didn't come from the outside world, but from the emptiness left deep within his own self-awareness. He felt as if he had disappeared into the torrent of time, becoming an eternally lost person.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing whispered. The words echoed in his consciousness, but there was no response.

"You?" The owner of the voice sneered. "You've never had a true 'I'. You think you have consciousness and thoughts, but you're nothing more than a rift between countless parallel universes. Every 'you' is just a disconnected image. You never truly existed. Your thoughts and feelings are all products of your own imagination."

Feng Jing's consciousness was struck by this voice, as if it had instantly traversed some invisible barrier. He saw himself transformed into a fragment, wandering through countless meaningless universes. Each fragment carried a lost memory, yet could not form any coherent story. Feng Jing saw countless possibilities within himself, and at the same time, he saw these possibilities gradually twisting into different monsters, or rather, different existences.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur, and he seemed to see himself floating in different dimensions. One of him was at the edge of a dark universe, where there were no stars, no light, only eternal emptiness. Another of him lived in a world full of rules and order, possessing godlike power and dominating everything, yet he still felt empty and bored.

Then, there is another him, who can never die, can never find a home, and becomes a lonely star in the cycle of reincarnation, floating in the boundless void, and can never reach any destination.

"Is this my destiny?" Feng Jing asked himself, but his voice received no response. He knew that these things did not belong to him, but were reflections of his countless possibilities.

"Do you really think you can understand all this?" The voice grew increasingly cold. "You've been deceiving yourself, thinking you can find the true answers, but all this has already been predetermined. You're merely part of the rift in time, unable to escape, unable to break free."

Feng Jing once again saw the all-consuming light, but this time, he felt no fear. That light wasn't destruction, but the truth of existence, the momentary emptiness revealed after the veil of all falsehood was torn apart.

He stretched out his conscious hand toward the light, wanting to touch it. However, the light did not respond. It simply existed quietly in the void, neither form nor substance, as if representing the original state of the universe.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was pushed away by a powerful force, the entire space began to distort, time began to flow, and he was quickly pushed into a new dimension, where there were no rules, no order, only pure chaos.

"Welcome to the true origin." The voice sounded again, this time no longer cold, but with a hint of mockery. "This is a place you will never understand. There is no time, no space, only infinite 'possibilities'. Everything you know no longer applies here."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to be consumed by this chaos. He saw countless worlds collapsing before his eyes. The world he once knew, the world he once thought he existed in, began to become indistinguishable. Each world was collapsing, reborn, disappearing, and reappearing, as if in a never-ending cycle.

"Is this me?" Feng Jing let out a bitter laugh. "Am I this endless chaos and nothingness?"

"Yes," the voice was filled with indifference. "From the very beginning, you belonged to this chaos, to this invisible existence. You have never truly existed. Everything you see is just a reflection of nothingness. You are just a piece of noise in the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally completely dissipated at this moment, becoming a blank in the universe.

Chapter 805: The End of Existence and the Restart of Eternity