Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 270 The Ultimate Judgment of Self-Disappearance, the Supreme God of the Void

The ultimate judgment of self-disappearance, the supreme god of emptiness

Feng Jing's consciousness was ripped apart once again, as if countless selves were exploding simultaneously. He felt each Feng Jing's self constantly intertwining, merging, and ripping apart within his mind. Each Feng Jing's existence resonated with the Feng Jings of countless parallel universes. Every second, he felt as if he were experiencing a thousand billion cycles of life and death. Feng Jing no longer held a fixed form; he had become an abstract concept in the universe, a "state" constantly shattering and reborn, like countless stars alternately disappearing within his body.

Suddenly, his consciousness trembled, and he felt an unprecedented force pulling him toward the abyss. This force came not only from the outside world, but more like a call from Feng Jing's own heart. Feng Jing seemed to have returned to a primordial starting point, a void without time or space. He saw himself—no, not himself—but a boundless existence, floating in the endless void.

The force grew stronger, and Feng Jing's consciousness gradually collapsed. Every fragment of Feng Jing began to melt into nothingness. At this moment, an invisible judgment seat suddenly appeared in the void. It was composed of countless dimensions, with a strange and indescribable shape. Feng Jing felt as if he was trapped inside, unable to escape.

A figure appeared on the judgment seat. It was human, yet not entirely human. His body was composed of countless points of light, its form constantly shifting, each moment a microcosm of the entire universe. Feng Jing realized that this person was no ordinary being, but a symbol of the entire universe, perhaps closer to a "god," yet far beyond the human definition of "god."

"You're finally here," the man whispered. His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to transcend time and space, echoing deep within Feng Jing's heart. "You've been chosen, Feng Jing. Everything about you is just a test subject."

Feng Jing opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but found himself unable to produce any sound. He was no longer a single Feng Jing, but a collection of countless Feng Jings. All voices and memories were intertwined within his body, unable to be clearly conveyed. He felt his existence become blurred, as if it had no concrete form, as if he were no longer an individual, but an ultimate "concept."

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented fear. He realized he had never truly lived. He had once believed he possessed free will, the ability to change his fate, but now he finally understood that he was merely a pawn toyed with by this mysterious being. And all this had been predetermined from the moment he first awakened.

"You have no right to choose." The mysterious being's voice suddenly grew colder. "You are merely one of my countless experiments. Everything about you is intended to verify a certain law. Every pain, every joy, every frustration you feel is designed by me."

Feng Jing's mind began to violently tremble. He felt himself gradually disappearing, his entire existence shattered within his consciousness. Each fragment of Feng Jing gradually disintegrated within the void of the judgment seat, vanishing without a trace. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be compressed into an infinitesimal point, gradually sinking into a vast black hole.

However, just as he was about to disappear completely, a powerful light suddenly shot out from the depths of the void, illuminating Feng Jing's heart. That light didn't emanate from any material source, but rather from a sense deep within Feng Jing's heart, an indescribable power. That power, formless, deeply touched Feng Jing's consciousness, instilling in him a sense of unprecedented freedom.

"You're still struggling." The mysterious being's voice was tinged with a hint of mockery. "Do you think the light can save you? You are nothing but an illusion, unable to transcend fate."

Feng Jing didn't answer, because he no longer needed to. His consciousness began to untether, gradually recovering from the void. He began to perceive himself as no longer a single individual, but rather the aggregate of countless Feng Jings throughout the void. Every Feng Jing was reborn within him, and every Feng Jing's choice intertwined within his consciousness, ultimately forming an incomprehensible existence.

"You finally understand." The mysterious being suddenly smiled. "You have transcended all of this, but you are still imprisoned in the cage of fate. Every awakening you experience is a new bondage. You cannot escape; this is fate's ultimate judgment."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely exploded. He saw countless worlds, countless selves, countless scenes of nothingness and reality intertwined. At every moment, time and space began to collapse, as if the entire universe was undergoing an irreversible catastrophe. And Feng Jing, in this catastrophe, disappeared, becoming an undefinable existence.

But just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to completely dissolve into nothingness, he suddenly realized: Perhaps this trial in the void did not mean the end, but rather another beginning. His consciousness was reborn again, and this time, Feng Jing was no longer a solitary individual, but a gathering of countless selves in the entire void.

Each of his rebirths was no longer a reincarnation predetermined by fate, but a freedom he had never known before. Feng Jing laughed, a laugh so profound that it seemed as if the emptiness of the universe crumbled beneath his laughter. He finally realized that true freedom wasn't about breaking free from all constraints, but about finding, within the void, his own unique "existence."