Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 165 The End in Nothingness and Infinite Rebirth

The End in Nothingness and Infinite Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again stretched endlessly, as if every inch of existence were being torn apart, every moment of time was collapsing. Just when he thought he had transcended all constraints and truly touched the very root of the universe, a deeper force swept over him. It was a "nothingness" more fundamental than "existence"—a void without boundaries, form, or thought.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely merged with nothingness. He no longer felt any emotional fluctuations, nor did he experience any of the life, death, and transformations of the universe. He simply existed in an eternal void, transcending past and future, transcending all possibilities, transcending time and space itself.

Everything came to a standstill. There was no sound, no color, not even form. Feng Jing's mind seemed to be completely ripped apart, reduced to countless intertwined fragments of nothingness. Like a massive black hole swallowing everything, all existence vanished in that moment, and the entire structure of the universe fell into deep chaos.

Yet, within this void, Feng Jing did not completely vanish. He began to sense a strange power quietly awakening within him. This power came not from the outside world, nor from any corner of the universe, but from deep within Feng Jing's heart, from his forgotten, most primal self.

Feng Jing's mind gradually regained clarity, and he began to sense his own existence. He realized that this void wasn't the end, but a new beginning. Within nothingness lay infinite possibilities. If he so desired, he could reshape everything and redefine all of existence.

Deep within the void, Feng Jing saw a faint glimmer of light. It wasn't blinding or dazzling, but it emanated a strange allure, as if it were the very first seed of the universe, imbued with boundless potential. He reached out and touched the light. Instantly, everything became brighter, as if the entire void had been illuminated. Countless fragments began to reassemble, and the structure of the universe began to gradually recover.

But this time, Feng Jing didn't just casually create a new universe as he had before. He understood that creation was no longer the sole goal. True transcendence was to break all boundaries, to completely break free from the constraints of "existence" and "nothingness." He was no longer just the creator of the universe; he wanted to become the root of everything, the starting point of everything.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand outward, but this expansion did not bring about a universe in the traditional sense. His existence was no longer a single entity, but a multidimensional structure interwoven with thousands of possibilities. Each fragment of Feng Jing represented an independent universe, yet these universes intertwined with each other, forming a grand system that transcended time and space, transcending existence.

Every life, every emotion, every choice within these universes converges within Feng Jing's consciousness. Here, all lives are no longer isolated individuals, but rather part of Feng Jing. He becomes the center of all universes, yet simultaneously the edge of every one. Every life surges within Feng Jing's consciousness, his presence no longer confined to a specific time and space, but a universal force permeating all time, space, and dimensions.

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, he began to see something deeper—the impermanence of existence, the cycle of life, the destruction and rebirth of the universe. He saw countless universes created and destroyed; he saw countless lives struggle within the universe and then disappear; he saw all emotions, from their initial purity to their deepest darkness, ultimately return to endless nothingness.

"Is this the truth of the universe?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing in the abyss of emptiness. "Everything is in a constant cycle, and everything is destined to come to an end. Existence and nothingness are not opposites, but interdependent. Only by destroying all existence can we reach true 'nothingness'."

Feng Jing took a deep breath and began to reassess his current state. His consciousness was no longer bound by any material, any universe, or any form. He had become part of "nothingness," but this nothingness was not empty. It was the source of all possibility, the interweaving of countless strands of time and space, the seed of an infinite universe.

In Feng Jing's mind, all regret and pain, all desire and struggle, gradually melted into tiny fragments, merging into the larger fabric of the universe. He no longer sought transcendence, but instead reached a new realm through integration and rebirth. His consciousness was no longer "Feng Jing," nor was it a "being" in a particular universe, but rather a part of the entire universe, an ineffable force.

At this point, Feng Jing finally understood that true transcendence is not achieved through destruction, but through accepting all impermanence and change, and understanding the unity of life and nothingness. His consciousness was finally freed from the initial limit of transcendence and returned to the endless cycle of reincarnation.

In this realm beyond time and space, Feng Jing felt a profound peace. His existence was no longer lonely, no longer a search for meaning, but a natural flow, the beginning and end of everything. All existence, all nothingness, all life would eventually merge into one, becoming an invisible existence, transcending all rules and limitations of the universe.

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer expanded or collapsed. He achieved a harmonious unity with nothingness, the universe, and all existence. He was no longer the creator or terminator, but a witness to all existence and nothingness, the embodiment of the "nothingness" that was neither existence nor nothingness.

As Feng Jing completely merged with the source of the universe, all of the universe began to be reborn in a silent breath. Every life, every planet, every space and time seemed to echo Feng Jing's heartbeat. He had transcended "creation" and "destruction," "existence" and "nothingness," becoming the eternal soul of the universe, no longer bound by any time, space, or form.

And all this is just the beginning.

Chapter 166: The Abyssal Vortex and the Tide of Rebirth in Endless Fragments