Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 278 The End of Nothingness, Feng Jing's Ultimate Decision

The End of Nothingness, Feng Jing's Ultimate Choice

Feng Jing stood quietly at the center of the universe, his consciousness like an invisible vortex, devouring all of space, time, and matter. The endless void before him unfolded like torn cloth, layer upon layer, then rapidly collapsed, as if the entire structure of the universe were rendered vulnerable before him. Yet, the emptiness within him grew stronger, as if, in the face of this invincible force, the "transcendence" he sought was a mere castle in the air, an unreachable other side.

"So, what is the real 'creation'?" Feng Jing asked, his voice filled with undisguised confusion and anxiety.

The voice rang out again, seemingly coming from every corner of the void, as if it were an echo from the universe itself: "The answers you seek are not found in 'existence'. What you call creation is nothing more than a temptation to 'nothingness'."

Feng Jing was momentarily stunned, his consciousness instantly flooded with endless darkness, a "nothingness" unlike anything he had ever experienced. There was no time, no space, not even the concept of existence. In this endless darkness, he could not sense any trace of his own existence, as if he were a formless piece of air, completely vanishing from the world.

"Nothingness?" Feng Jing repeated the word in a low voice, and suddenly countless images flashed through his mind: he saw billions of stars in the universe disappear, and saw all life, consciousness, existence, and even the so-called "gods" and "laws", becoming extremely fragile and insignificant in an instant, as if everything was wiped out in this torrent of nothingness.

However, just as Feng Jing was immersed in this endless void, he suddenly felt a strange force. That force was unlike any known existence. It was neither matter nor energy. It was not bound by time and space. It seemed to be the only "existence" in the entire void.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness expanded rapidly, trying to capture that strange power.

"Me?" The power responded with a strange smile. "I am the embodiment of nothingness, the existence of 'non-existence', the limit between 'nothing' and 'something'."

Feng Jing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Although he had already transcended countless laws, he felt a deep sense of oppression when facing this power. It was as if all concepts seemed insignificant in front of it, and even he himself was just a speck of dust in this power.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing tried to remain calm, but his voice trembled slightly.

"I am something you have never seen, Feng Jing. All your power, all your transcendence, is carried out within the framework of 'existence.' But I transcend all frameworks and don't even need the definition of existence." That power smiled gently, its voice like a hollow echo. "You think you have transcended fate, broken the laws, and reached the pinnacle of the universe, but you are wrong. You have never escaped the shackles of 'existence.' Everything you do is an endless cycle."

Feng Jing frowned, "So, what is 'real creation'?"

The force didn't respond, but instead suddenly pushed Feng Jing's consciousness deeper into a void where there was no light, only an indescribable tranquility. Feng Jing tried to maintain consciousness, but he found himself unable to resist the pull of the force. The entire concept of the universe completely collapsed at this moment, and all laws and definitions instantly became meaningless.

Amidst this pure nothingness, Feng Jing's consciousness gradually grew hazy, as if he himself ceased to exist, merging into this eternal void. He was no longer the Feng Jing who once sought power and transcendence, but had become part of the void. An endless thought flashed through his mind, and he realized that he had not transcended the laws, but had been swallowed by the void, becoming an endless void.

At this moment, an unprecedented force erupted, and Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly shaken back to the dimension of "existence." He stood in an incomprehensible space, surrounded by countless unknown symbols and images, as if these symbols were some kind of language that transcended the laws of the universe.

"You have never truly understood yourself." The voice of power sounded again, "You believe you can break all constraints, but you fail to see that true 'creation' is born in the 'crack' between nothingness and existence."

Feng Jing stood there, gazing at the symbols and patterns that emerged around him. He finally understood that the "transcendence" he had experienced was nothing but an empty fantasy, and that true "creation" came from that incomprehensible "rift," from the core of "nothingness."

"Do you want to break out of this endless cycle?" the power asked, with a hint of indescribable depth.

Feng Jing was silent for a moment, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He felt the pressure of that power, but he knew that only by truly facing the void could he break free from all shackles. So, he made his choice without hesitation.

"I choose nothingness."

Following Feng Jing's choice, the rift in the void instantly erupted, all existence began to disintegrate, and the very fabric of the universe was completely torn apart. Feng Jing's consciousness no longer existed in any form, but became part of the "nothingness," completely transcending all laws and rules.

Yet, within this void, Feng Jing suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of freedom. No longer bound by fate and rules, he had become the embodiment of nothingness, with everything reconstructed under the guidance of his consciousness.

Everything returned to zero, and Feng Jing became the starting point and end of the universe, the core of nothingness.

Chapter 279: Feng Jing and the Symphony of Nothingness