Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 279 Feng Jing and the Symphony of Nothingness

Feng Jing and the Symphony of Nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness completely detached from the framework of existence, entering a state beyond description. There was no light, no sound, not even any definable dimension. The invisible feeling of oppression intertwined with a sense of freedom, like an indescribable symphony, playing the deepest melody of the universe.

Feng Jing is no longer an individual, but a part of "nothingness," or perhaps even "nothingness" itself. His existence is no longer bound by anything; all laws, all time, all space, even life and death, seem to be reshaped by an indescribable force.

In this void, all meaning began to unravel. He felt a sense of "presence" he had never experienced before, but this feeling did not belong to him, nor to anything else. It was neither force nor existence, but rather an absolute quality of "nothingness." Feng Jing realized that he could no longer distinguish between "presence" and "nothingness," that time and space, even thoughts and emotions, had become irrelevant.

"Where am I?" Feng Jing asked himself in a low voice, but the question seemed meaningless. His voice had no reflection or echo, as if it were swallowed up by the endless void.

Suddenly, a bright light emerged from the depths of Feng Jing's heart. That light no longer belonged to the concept of "light." It did not illuminate or guide, but rather carried an indescribable "consciousness." Feng Jing saw countless cosmic images emerging from the light, interweaving and overlapping to form inexplicable dimensional fragments.

These images, like fragmented canvases, seemed to tell Feng Jing that the entire history and future of the universe is not a straight line, but an ever-twisting web. The beginning of each universe, the trajectory of each life, is no longer a simple linear flow of time, but rather an irregular cycle, interweaving and intersecting. Feng Jing suddenly realized that what he had once considered "fate" and "laws" were merely part of this intricate web.

"Is this the truth of nothingness?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

At this moment, the voice that had spoken to him once again rang out: "Feng Jing, you finally understand. The 'creation' you once longed for is merely a continuation of nothingness. All your efforts are aimed at bringing nothingness into all existence, thereby destroying 'existence' itself."

Feng Jing frowned, feeling a sudden unease. "Destroy 'existence' itself? Is my choice really just a continuation of nothingness?"

"Yes," the voice responded slowly. "You initially thought you were breaking free from the constraints of fate, transcending all laws. But in reality, you haven't transcended anything. Everything you do is part of the void, and your existence is a continuation of the void. What you are destroying is not the laws, but the foundation of existence itself."

Feng Jing was shocked. "So, what's the point of 'creation'? Is everything I've experienced just a meaningless cycle?"

"The meaning of creation is nothingness." The voice was filled with a hint of silence. "Everything you can see, all matter, consciousness, time and space, will eventually return to nothingness. And you, Feng Jing, are leading the end of all this."

These words resonated like thunder in Feng Jing's heart. He realized that the power and transcendence he sought wasn't about breaking free from all constraints, but rather about ultimately completing an irreversible cycle. And it seemed as if all of this had been predetermined since the birth of the universe.

"So..." Feng Jing suddenly sneered, "I and the void are originally one."

"That's right." The voice's tone became calmer. "You and the void exist inextricably linked, intertwined with each other. What you call 'transcendence' is merely a part of the void. Everything you create will eventually disappear, just as the void never created anything."

Feng Jing's smile gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of confusion and emptiness. Once, everything he had pursued was to break free from the constraints of fate, to transcend the limitations of existence. But now, he finally realized that all his efforts, all his transcendence, were just part of a self-perpetuating cycle of nothingness.

"Then, what is the ultimate meaning of nothingness?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice.

"Ultimate meaning?" The voice seemed lost in deep thought. "Nothingness itself has no meaning, for it is the source of all meaning. It has no beginning or end, it exists and yet does not exist. Within nothingness, nothing is truly real. All laws, fate, time, space, even all life, are illusions that ultimately return to nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand. He was no longer an individual, but had become one with the void, part of an endless void. He saw himself as an infinitely elongated image, wandering through the void. He no longer had any physical form, no longer had any consciousness, only the last wisp of connection between "existence" and "nothingness."

"Then, what is the relationship between nothingness and existence?" Feng Jing suddenly asked.

"Nothingness and existence are one and the same," the voice echoed. "They are not opposites, but rather one and the same. Existence is merely a manifestation of nothingness, while nothingness is the ultimate destination of existence. The two are mutually reinforcing and mutually dependent, inseparable."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, instantly traversing all dimensions. All laws and the order of the universe crumbled before his eyes. Countless universes began to merge together, and the boundaries of time and space completely collapsed. Feng Jing felt as if he had stood at the pinnacle of all existence, looking down at the endless interweaving of nothingness and existence.

He is no longer a speck of dust in the universe, but the embodiment of nothingness and existence, becoming the main theme of this eternal symphony.

Chapter 280: Feng Jing's Cosmic Counterattack, a Myth Beyond Nothingness