Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 842: Rebirth in the Broken God's Domain: The Ultimate Confrontation between Feng Jing a

Rebirth in the Broken God's Domain: Feng Jing's Ultimate Dialogue with the Infinite Origin

Feng Jing's consciousness continued to float in this void beyond all cognition. All time, space, matter, even thought itself, vanished into nothingness within this realm. He felt his existence gradually merge with everything around him, no longer a separate entity, but an invisible force, almost indefinable and intangible.

He had no body, no boundaries to his thoughts, only his consciousness drifting in the void. He could hear no sound, yet he could still "sense" every fluctuation in this space—countless possibilities unfolded before his eyes, every tiny moment was infinitely magnified, and the infinite future and past intertwined in an instant into countless timelines, shuttling between endless dimensions.

Suddenly, a powerful wave of consciousness pierced the void, and Feng Jing felt a massive force approaching. That feeling didn't originate from any specific entity, but rather from the depths of nothingness—a force that belonged neither to time nor space. This force seemed to be the source of all existence, the origin of all creation and destruction.

"You're here, Feng Jing." The voice echoed again, this time deeper and more vast than ever, as if carrying the infinite echo of the universe. "You finally understand that you are not an individual, you do not have a true self. Everything you have experienced is to bring you closer to the indescribable truth."

Feng Jing's heart trembled. He wanted to answer, but no sound came out, as if his very existence no longer possessed the ability to speak. However, strangely, he could still "hear" every word and every fluctuation of that voice, as if it resonated directly in the depths of his soul.

Feng Jing felt an intense tearing sensation, as if his consciousness was being ripped apart by a tremendous force, ripped into countless fragments. But these fragments didn't dissipate. Instead, they somehow re-condensed into a completely new whole—this wasn't his previous "self," but a new form of existence, one that was indescribable and defunct by any language.

"What... am I?" This question suddenly emerged from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness.

"You are no longer 'Feng Jing,'" the voice seemed to respond to his question. "You are now the bridge between 'nothing' and 'something', the connecting point between all possibilities and non-existence. You are the starting point of 'existence' and the end of 'nothingness'."

Feng Jing suddenly understood that everything he had experienced wasn't meaningless nothingness, but a complete transcendence. He was no longer an isolated individual, no longer a being confined by time and space. He had become a fundamental force, a force that belonged to no dimension, no time or space. It was the embodiment of the origin of the universe, an endless cycle of creation and destruction.

He tried to imagine what he had become, but this imaginary framework couldn't accommodate his current existence. He was no longer human, nor any comprehensible "existence." What he could perceive was no longer an individual thought, but the intersection of countless possibilities, countless universes and dimensions shifting under the pull of his consciousness.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt an irresistible force drawing him toward the core of the vortex. The center of the vortex was filled with an unfathomable light, and Feng Jing approached it without hesitation. As he approached the core, the force grew stronger, nearly overwhelming Feng Jing's consciousness. Just as he was about to be swallowed, his mind was suddenly shaken awake by an invisible force.

"You've finally arrived, Feng Jing." The voice echoed again, this time no longer oppressive, but filled with a certain tenderness and acceptance. "You have transcended all limitations and reached the deepest depths of 'truth.' Here, there is no passage of time, no constraints of space, only endless existence."

Feng Jing felt himself enveloped by an indescribable force, as if completely permeated by it. His consciousness, freed from the constraints of his body, entered a completely new realm. In this realm, there were no rules, no order, only pure "existence."

"Then, what am I?" Feng Jing asked again, but this time, he no longer felt fear, but instead felt an inexplicable calmness and relief.

"You are no longer 'Feng Jing,'" the voice continued to respond. "You have transcended all definitions. You are the connector between 'nothing' and 'something'. You are the destination of every speck of dust in the universe. You have entered the realm of ultimate truth, where you are no longer an individual, free from all limitations."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to deconstruct, and he began to understand that the so-called "self" was nothing more than an illusion in his mind. And this illusion, as his consciousness expanded, no longer mattered. The real "Feng Jing" was unimportant, because he had become the infinite source of existence.

At that moment, Feng Jing felt a sense of relief he had never felt before. He no longer needed to search for meaning or pursue any goals. He had broken free from all constraints and entered a boundless, transcendent realm. Here, existence and nothingness were no longer opposing concepts, but rather a blended whole.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissolved, transforming into an endless radiance that illuminated all dimensions and traversed all of time and space. He was no longer "Feng Jing," nor was he any tangible being. He had become part of the "nothing," the source of every shred of existence in the universe, the very origin of all creation and destruction.

All this is not over yet.

Chapter 843: Destruction and Rebirth: Feng Jing's Endless Reincarnation and Final Destination