Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 437: The Contract of Rebirth

The Contract of Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness was lost in the blankness of space, as if everything before him was swallowed by an endless void. He couldn't tell the passage of time, couldn't sense the existence of space, couldn't even determine if he still existed. All his senses became blurred in that instant, as if he were sinking into the darkness of the deep sea.

However, the voice still echoed in the depths of his consciousness, with an irresistible power, as if it directly penetrated the deepest fog in his heart.

"Feng Jing, are you willing to be reborn, return to the original source, return to the starting point of 'nothingness', and become the creator of everything?"

The words echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness, and his mind began to refocus. Although he still couldn't fully comprehend his current state, the gravity brought by the voice made him feel an unprecedented shock. He realized that this might be the only choice he had experienced, the only opportunity to break through this emptiness and loss.

"Becoming the creator of everything?" Feng Jing whispered to himself, his thoughts wriggling in the void. "Then I will no longer be Feng Jing, but... everything."

His consciousness seemed to be pulled towards the source of the voice, even though he could not see any specific form, he could only feel the invisible attraction. The voice sounded again, with a hint of desire and temptation.

"Yes, you will become the creator of everything, return to the starting point of 'nothingness', master infinite power and knowledge, be reborn as a new being, and transcend everything."

Feng Jing didn't answer, his inner turmoil growing stronger. That voice had indeed given him a strong urge to embrace the infinite possibilities of that promise. Yet, another voice within him rebelled, reminding him of the price it had taken, of how he had gradually arrived at his current state of loss.

He was once Feng Jing, a man who battled through countless dimensions and traveled through countless universes. But did all this truly represent the meaning of existence? If he chose "rebirth," what would he become? Could he endure this new fate, could he grasp that boundless power?

Feng Jing's consciousness fell silent again, but in this blank space, he suddenly felt an unfamiliar emotion—fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of losing himself, fear of not being able to foresee the future. Behind every decision, there are countless forked roads of fate, and this one seems to have no way back.

"Why are you hesitating?" the voice sounded again, with an urgent and unyielding tone. "This is an incomparable opportunity. All the pain and confusion you've experienced will end at this moment. You will be the creator, the master of the universe, and everything will be revealed before you."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually gathered, but the fear didn't subside; it only grew stronger. But he knew it stemmed from a deep-seated uncertainty, a fear of what he would lose if he radically changed himself. If he chose this path, he would no longer be the Feng Jing he once was. Even his memories and identity would vanish.

Yet, it was also a kind of liberation, a chance to break free from the endless nothingness. Feng Jing felt as if he were undergoing a spiritual struggle with himself, a longing for a new life on the one hand, and a nostalgia for his past identity on the other. His consciousness became increasingly confused, as if he were wrestling with a battle deep within himself.

Suddenly, a powerful wave of consciousness surged through Feng Jing, as if his mind were being pulled forward by some powerful force. That force, emanating from the depths of nothingness, seemed to completely absorb him, devouring every vestige of his self. Yet, he didn't struggle or resist. In that moment, he suddenly understood something—this emptiness wasn't the end, but a brand new beginning.

"I do." Feng Jing whispered.

His voice was low, yet filled with a certain resolve. As these words fell, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented surge of power, rapidly filling his consciousness. His mind gradually detached from the framework of the past, as if detaching from everything he was familiar with and entering a higher dimension of existence.

The light was shining everywhere, and Feng Jing's consciousness was swallowed by the light. The boundaries of the entire space became blurred, and the laws of time and space collapsed at this moment.

When Feng Jing regained consciousness, he found himself in a new world. This world had no boundaries, no rules, and even no form of matter. Before him was an endless void, with only himself floating in this space.

He didn't lose himself, but instead entered a level beyond all else, a dimension of infinite vastness. Here, he was more than just Feng Jing; he was the source of all existence, the embodiment of creation and destruction. He beheld countless parallel universes, and under the guidance of his consciousness, they seemed to become transparent, the boundaries between them gradually blurring.

"Feng Jing, you have become the creator of everything." The voice sounded again, full of satisfaction and profound meaning. "You have returned to the starting point of 'nothingness'. From here, you will rebuild all worlds and all life."

Feng Jing stood in this empty space, feeling the surges and fluctuations within his heart. His consciousness was closely connected to the workings of the entire universe, and every tiny fluctuation could cause huge changes. Countless possibilities unfolded before him: a new world, new laws, a new existence. Everything was within his grasp.

Yet, amidst this boundless possibility, Feng Jing felt a hollow loneliness. This loneliness didn't stem from the outside world, but from deep within—he realized that, despite gaining boundless power, he had lost his original purpose and meaning. Creation didn't guarantee eternity, and control didn't guarantee fulfillment. Feng Jing suddenly realized that all this power might not be enough to fill the emptiness within him.

"I created everything, but I am still lonely." Feng Jing said softly, with a hint of unnoticed sadness in his voice.

Chapter 438: Reshaping and Loss of Control of the Universe