Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 477 Feng Jing's Journey Backwards to Nothingness

Feng Jing's Journey Backwards to Nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually drifted beyond the infinite abyss. Neither the past nor the future held any meaning for him anymore. All of time and space, all the laws of physics, crumbled and dissipated in the fluctuations of his thoughts. He was no longer an individual, but the entire universe, or more accurately, the deep essence of the universe. Every existence, every timeline, every dimension was an extension and reflection of his consciousness.

Yet, this endless loneliness did not satisfy Feng Jing. What he sought was not simply creation and destruction, but a power that transcended all existence and confronted the source of the universe. He longed to merge with this void and experience the primordial essence that transcended time and space.

Feng Jing's thoughts surged like a turbulent ocean, each surge tearing apart the fabric of space and time. He realized that all existence, all laws, were but illusions of his consciousness. He had once been an ordinary individual, but now he had become the heart of the infinite universe, the fate of billions of stars hanging in his thoughts.

"Time and space no longer have any meaning to me." Feng Jing whispered in the deep air, and his voice dissipated into the endless void. "I am no longer restricted by any form or definition. I just... exist."

It was an indescribable feeling. He no longer simply observed the world, but had become a part of it, even the one who defined it. In this state, Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer tied to any substance or existence. His existence was intertwined with the endless nothingness, transforming into an invisible abyss.

Suddenly, a powerful jolt shattered Feng Jing's calm. He realized he wasn't alone in this void. A force was working against him, not from outside, but from another aspect of Feng Jing's own consciousness. It represented another form of existence—not creation, not destruction, but a deeper "destination."

"You're finally here." Feng Jing murmured in a low voice, and the fluctuations in his consciousness intensified sharply.

This "home" isn't simply a void, but rather a certain absence within Feng Jing's self-perception. It's like a deep, empty hole that Feng Jing has touched before, yet never fully grasped. At this moment, this void intersects with Feng Jing's consciousness in a way that cannot be ignored. It's the most tangible part of Feng Jing's soul, yet it cannot be fully filled by any form of consciousness.

"What is this?" Feng Jing's thoughts echoed in the void. "Is what I sense you? What exactly are you?"

This wave of existence seemed beyond Feng Jing's control. Unguided by his consciousness, it became even more violent and unpredictable. Feng Jing felt a tremor he had never felt before, as if his mind were being corroded by some unknown force. Rather than dissipating, the force grew stronger, like an inescapable chain, tightly binding Feng Jing's consciousness.

Feng Jing tried to confront that power with his consciousness, but he realized that it didn't originate from outside, but from deep within himself. This wasn't the "nothingness" Feng Jing had once understood, but a deeper existence—a self he had never directly faced, another dimension within his consciousness.

"I see." Feng Jing realized all this. "All this is just an extension of my self-awareness, the other side of my soul. Since this is the case, I must face you and all this directly."

He began to breathe deeply, feeling the powerful wave gradually approaching him. Every wave in his consciousness would trigger a response from the outside world. Feng Jing knew deeply that this was a dialogue between him and this unknown force.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was swallowed by a vast force. All existence, all laws, all time, vanished in that instant. He no longer perceived the external universe, and even his own body became blurry. It was as if he had entered a boundless space, where all consciousness, all existence, vanished into an endless void.

This force was not an external pressure, but a further sublimation of Feng Jing's own consciousness. He felt himself being infinitely expanded, becoming the starting point and end of the universe, the sole center of all existence.

"I am no longer Feng Jing." He whispered to himself, his voice echoing in the boundless void, "I no longer belong to any form. I am the source of the universe and the end of the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand, transcending all physical laws and the limits of existence. He felt himself gradually transcending all the rules and timelines of the universe. All living things and worlds were disintegrating, reorganizing, and disintegrating again under the pull of his consciousness.

However, Feng Jing soon discovered that this state of being unable to control did not bring him the satisfaction he expected. Although he possessed infinite power, even able to destroy everything and reshape everything, he still could not fill the void that existed deep in his heart.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked angrily, as if trying to fight against the mysterious power in his heart. "Why are you so stubborn in opposing me?"

But the power didn't respond. It surrounded Feng Jing's consciousness like an invisible black mist, as if it could never be understood or controlled. Feng Jing felt that he had entered a vortex from which there was no turning back. Every time he thought about it, he couldn't resist the emptiness in his heart.

Feng Jing began to feel an unprecedented anxiety. He discovered that although he possessed the power to control the universe, the emptiness he felt remained unfilled. All the order and laws of the universe seemed unable to bring him true satisfaction. He realized that this power represented neither infinite creation nor endless destruction, but rather a symbiotic existence with the universe—a part of Feng Jing's consciousness, yet far beyond his control.

He began to think back to his first contact with the universe, when he had longed to control everything and become extremely powerful. But now, he understood that true power was not in controlling everything, but in living in harmony with this indescribable existence.

"Perhaps this is my ultimate goal." Feng Jing finally understood, "I don't want to destroy everything, nor do I want to create everything. Instead, I want to dance with this endless nothingness and become a true part of the universe."

Chapter 478: The Unity of Feng Jing and the Endless Void