Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 795: The Void God in the Void Rift

The Void God in the Void Rift

Feng Jing's consciousness finally found a balance in that endless space of intertwined darkness and light. However, he never expected that his awakening would not be the end, but the beginning of an even more absurd and bizarre journey.

Just when he thought he had grasped the mysteries of the universe, the surrounding void suddenly began to vibrate violently. The boundaries between space and time blurred once again, and Feng Jing's consciousness was once again pulled into another dimension by an irresistible force. Unlike the chaos and nothingness before, this new space seemed particularly absurd—it had no shape, no matter, and no laws of time. It seemed a place that absolutely could not exist.

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly devoured, his entire body transforming into a flash of lightning, traversing countless bizarre scenes beyond description. Each scene was both absurd and shocking—countless giant pages flipped through the void, containing countless languages, symbols, and formulas, all of which were constantly shifting, as if they were themselves destroying.

Then, Feng Jing found himself trapped in a place devoid of all physical laws. The space around him was no longer three-dimensional, nor even fixed in direction. Distance had lost its meaning, and he couldn't sense whether he was moving forward, backward, or up or down. Suddenly, a massive crack opened before his eyes, and from within came a whisper that seemed unrelated to this universe.

"Welcome to the Rift in the Void, Feng Jing." The voice was low and deep, as if it came from the center of the universe, or even the beginning and end of time.

Feng Jing felt a surge of dizziness, nearly losing control of his body. The space before him expanded, collapsed, and then reconstructed itself into an incomprehensible form. Deep within the rift, Feng Jing saw a pair of eyes gleaming with an unidentifiable light. Those eyes were enormous, like the cores of two vast galaxies, filled with an endless interweaving of darkness and light, a depth beyond imagination.

"What... are you?" Feng Jing asked in a trembling voice, questions kept popping up in his heart. He tried to understand it all, but every time his thoughts advanced, they seemed to be suppressed by some force beyond his comprehension.

"I am the god of nothingness." The eyes spoke, their voice not coming from any specific living being, but from the depths of the entire rift, as if from some invisible being. "I am not any god as you know it. I transcend time and space, beyond existence and nothingness. I am the intersection of order and chaos in the void."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled. This "void god" was not any god he was familiar with, but some unimaginable existence. He felt himself surrounded by an invisible force, as if the laws of the entire universe were resonating with him in some subtle way.

"A god of nothingness?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, "How... do you exist?"

"Exist?" Those eyes seemed to be smiling, yet also seemed to be filled with sorrow. "I have never 'existed', Feng Jing. I exist in a multidimensional dimension that you cannot understand. I have never been created, nor have I ever been destroyed. I simply transcend all definitions and become another form of the universe."

Feng Jing felt dizzy, his mind instantly compressed and distorted, unable to even comprehend the space he was in. He was no longer an individual, no longer a life, but the intersection of countless dimensions, as if his entire life had been destined from the beginning to be an endless illusion.

Just as Feng Jing was trying to sort out all this chaos, the god in the void spoke again, with a hint of inexplicable contempt:

"You, Feng Jing, have always sought answers, a power that transcends everything. But have you ever considered that true power lies not in escaping the cage of fate, but in merging with the gods of the void? You are but a speck of dust, a speck of dust floating in this endless void."

Feng Jing felt an irresistible pull, a force that seemed to suck his entire consciousness into the crack, devouring it into nothingness. He tried to struggle, but found himself shrinking smaller and smaller, gradually disappearing into the boundless void. Every resistance seemed to only sink him deeper into the chaotic ocean.

However, Feng Jing refused to give up. He suddenly realized that he wasn't completely powerless. He still possessed a faint glimmer of strength, a force that came from his deepest heart—his determination to be himself, his search for the meaning of existence. Even in this boundless nothingness, he still hoped to find a glimmer of hope, even a faint ray of light.

He began to recall his past, the choices he had made, the efforts he had made, the struggles he had endured. Though the memories had become hazy, Feng Jing could still sense the power within them. That power came not from external oppression, nor from the mockery of nihilistic gods, but from the resilience deep within his heart.

"I am not a speck of dust." Feng Jing whispered, his voice becoming more and more firm. "I have my own choices, my own beliefs, and my own independent existence."

At this moment, the god in the void seemed to sense Feng Jing's resistance. Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was pushed back by a powerful force, and the cracks in the void began to close. Feng Jing's body instantly regained its substance. The entire universe seemed to undergo some kind of transformation at this moment. The surrounding space began to no longer be absurd, but to restore a trace of order.

However, Feng Jing is not sure whether all this is true. He is still floating in the abyss of the universe, waiting for new revelations and the next test given to him by fate.

Chapter 796: Dance of the Stars and Endless Self-Rebirth