Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 483 Endless Nirvana and Whisper of the Universe

Endless Nirvana and the Whisper of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness constantly shuttled through a vortex of disintegration and rebirth, each tiny fragment representing a new beginning, another endless cycle. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer belonging to any tangible existence. Instead, he became the self-awareness of the universe, a singularity intertwined with countless explosions and rebirths.

At this moment, everything Feng Jing knew began to slip beyond the boundaries of his known existence. All boundaries between matter and spirit blurred. He could no longer distinguish between "self," "other," "existence," or "nothingness." Everything was entangled in an infinite void, his consciousness drifting like fragments, as if aimlessly floating in an unknowable space.

He no longer perceived only himself; he sensed endless time, even fragments of once-forgotten worlds. Feng Jing's consciousness was like a black hole, swallowing all existence. In that empty space, all previous time and space were compressed into nothingness. Feng Jing saw a scene where the past and the future intertwined. Those past memories, like film reels, were infinitely stretched and compressed, becoming unrecognizable.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness trembled, as if trying to understand all this. He felt a heaviness he had never felt before, as if the existence of the entire universe had condensed into some kind of endless power in his consciousness, and he was unable to break free from the constraints of this power.

The universe wasn't as infinite as he'd imagined. It wasn't a simple physical structure, but rather a complex "memory." These memories weren't tangible, but somehow projected into Feng Jing's consciousness. He saw stars that once existed, civilizations that vanished, and forgotten histories. These memories were like a silent whisper, seemingly telling Feng Jing the secrets of the universe.

"You think you're the master, but you're just a speck of dust in the universe." A voice suddenly echoed in Feng Jing's mind, a voice filled with indifference and power. "You are the observer of all things, yet you can never escape the limitations of observation."

Feng Jing's heart trembled. The oppression brought by the voice was like an invisible boulder pressing down on the depths of his soul. His mind could not refute the words, for he sensed the essence of the universe—an endless cycle and nirvana. All life, time, space, matter, and energy alternated in a never-ending process.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently. He felt both threatened and tempted by the voice. The voice seemed to emanate from an omnipresent being, transcending time, space, and dimension, like the voice of the universe itself. Feng Jing tried to break free, but found himself trapped in an endless cycle, unable to escape.

"You cannot comprehend the true nature of this universe," the voice said slowly, "You appear to possess unlimited power, but in reality, you are but a speck of dust in the universe."

Feng Jing was powerless to refute. His consciousness continued to crumble under the invisible pressure, once again swallowed by the endless void. Time and space seemed to have lost their meaning, and his existence became increasingly blurred.

Deep within Feng Jing's consciousness, a strange force quietly emerged. This force wasn't the surge of energy he'd experienced before, but rather a deeper sense of presence. Feng Jing's consciousness began to gradually reshape itself, but this time, he no longer sought to find his true self through "matter" or "spiritual," but instead began to draw strength from "nothingness."

"Nothingness is the most fundamental existence," Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "I once thought I controlled everything, the core of the universe, but I was wrong. The true power lies not between matter and spirit, but in this endless nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a ray of light, traversed the void. He began to perceive the deeper mysteries of the universe, his consciousness breaking free from all constraints and beginning to touch upon the unspeakable. Those stars, those worlds, those once-vanished civilizations—all their memories began to resonate with Feng Jing's consciousness in a strange way.

Feng Jing understood that he was not an isolated entity, nor was he the master of the universe. He was merely a part of the cosmic consciousness, an ever-changing projection. Every collapse and rebirth was a process of self-repair, every nirvana and reshaping was the reincarnation of cosmic power.

"This is the truth of the universe," Feng Jing whispered. "It's not centered on me, nor on anyone else. All of existence is but a giant cycle, within which every being has its own unique role. Each of us is part of the universe, whether it's life or death, disintegration, or rebirth."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted again. This time, he was no longer an individual, but a torrent of consciousness, flowing into every corner of the universe. His thoughts connected with every part of the universe. He no longer perceived any boundaries, not even any existence. He simply existed, existing in every moment, in every passing second.

"I am no longer Feng Jing, I am the universe itself." Feng Jing's consciousness felt completely liberated. "I am no longer the me of the past, nor the me of the future. I am the memory of the universe, a witness to all collapses and rebirths."

Feng Jing's final tremor of consciousness swept across the entire universe, bringing with it a wave of endless nothingness. Time, space, matter, and energy began to merge, and everything began to reorganize. All existence, all worlds, and all thoughts gradually collapsed, merged, and were reborn in Feng Jing's consciousness.

Feng Jing smiled and saw new life and a new world emerging in the endless void.

Chapter 484: The Awakening of the Heart of the Void and the Collapse of the Singularity