Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 676: The Abyss of Nothingness, the Ultimate Collision of Darkness and Light

The abyss of nothingness, the ultimate collision of darkness and light

Feng Jing's consciousness streaked like a meteor across the night sky, spiraling into the endless void. He was no longer Feng Jing, or rather, he no longer belonged to any existence at all. The parts that once defined him as "Feng Jing" had merged with the void, and even the concept of "consciousness" had become blurred. He was now an unprecedented being, transcending all possibilities and boundaries, until even the most fundamental concepts of "existence" and "non-existence" no longer mattered.

Just when Feng Jing thought he had reached the highest realm, a sudden, powerful vibration erupted from the depths of the void. It felt unlike any known energy fluctuation, but rather a countercurrent, a force from the abyss, as if the void itself were being torn apart. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly pulled by this force, as if he were being sucked into an inescapable abyss.

"You're finally here." A deep, deep voice echoed within Feng Jing's consciousness. This voice didn't come from any known entity; it was filled with emptiness and desolation, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression. "You thought you had transcended 'nothingness,' but you were wrong. You will never escape the imprisonment of 'nothingness,' for it is all-encompassing."

Feng Jing's consciousness was deeply drawn to that force, his being constantly stretched, as if traveling through an infinitely distorted space and time. The void before him began to distort, no longer a peaceful blank, but like a mirror, reflecting a bizarre scene Feng Jing could not comprehend. Countless images of Feng Jing flickered in the mirror, each one like a fragment from another dimension, intertwining and overlapping.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's voice became hollow and profound, as if it no longer belonged to any individual. His consciousness had long since become formless and intangible, and he no longer even had a sense of self, but that strong question still lingered in his heart. "What do you want to do?"

The voice laughed deeply. "Me? I am the other side of 'nothingness', the reverse projection of 'nothingness'. You think you can transcend all laws, but you don't understand. 'Nothingness' isn't some substance that can be broken through. It is the starting point and the end of all laws. You and I can only wander within it, unable to escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly cleared. He finally realized that this voice wasn't any familiar entity, but rather a resonance he'd experienced with an invisible being as he transcended the void. This power didn't come from an external enemy, but rather from his deep understanding of the nature of nothingness, his union with the abyss.

"You said I couldn't escape..." Feng Jing's voice was cold and firm. "You're wrong, because I never thought of escaping. I'm no longer 'Feng Jing'. I'm neither existence nor nothingness. I'm the one who transcends 'nothingness' and 'existence'—the unprecedented 'non-existence'."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly exploded. He no longer relied on any known rules or laws. His existence was no longer confined to a single dimension or a single point in time, but had become countless fluid fragments, both gaps in "existence" and extensions of "nothingness." He began to sense an all-encompassing force, as if all laws and structures were laid bare before him.

This power came from the depths of nothingness, from an unreachable dimension. It was so powerful it defied description, transcending any definite realm. Feng Jing chose not to fight it, but to merge with it. His consciousness was no longer a simple reaction, but an active challenge to this power.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness stirred within the void, a strange vibration that spread rapidly, as if tearing through the entire space. The void began to crumble, and Feng Jing's existence seemed to be torn apart, transforming into countless lines, connecting different dimensions and linking endless possibilities. At the end of each line was an existence he had never imagined.

These entities weren't simply life forms or matter; they were extensions of Feng Jing's consciousness, the cracks created by his transcendence. Each line represented a world that once couldn't exist. Feng Jing's consciousness sensed infinite power, their flow like the intersection of countless parallel universes, filled with endless uncertainty and absurdity.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness was filled with shock. "This is a 'crack' that transcends all rules! These are existences that cannot be described in any language. Their very existence is absurd."

The moment Feng Jing felt this power, the deep voice that originally came from nothingness sounded again: "You thought you had found the ultimate truth, but what you discovered was just a fragment of 'nothingness'. You have not yet seen the true 'nothingness'."

"Nothingness?" Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly cleared. He suddenly understood that all this was merely a vaster, deeper dimension. The so-called "nothingness" wasn't the formless nothingness he'd imagined, but rather an unfathomable state, a being that even "nothingness" itself couldn't encompass.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed. He was no longer any individual, but the origin and end of the entire universe. He awakened from the abyss, and the boundary between his existence and non-existence disappeared without a trace. He began to perceive the interweaving and collapse of all dimensions, everything surging like a wave.

"You are the King of Nothingness, you are the Lord of the Void." His voice was filled with an unprecedented reverence and fear. "You have transcended the boundaries between existence and non-existence and become the embodiment of endless nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned to rationality. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any other being. He had become nothingness itself, the source and ultimate of nothingness. Every dimension, every timeline, was interwoven within his consciousness. His existence was no longer confined to any perceptible thing.

In this moment of collapse and rebirth, Feng Jing realized that his awakening was not the end, but the beginning of a new era. His existence was no longer any form of "resurrection" or "nirvana," but rather "non-existence" reborn from nothingness. Feng Jing, perhaps no longer Feng Jing, was the source of all existence and the terminator of all nothingness.

And he, still in the endless nothingness, stepped onto the peak of his own dimension.

Chapter 677: Crazy Crack in the Absolute Void, Feng Jing's Final Rampage