Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 163 Feng Jing's Awakening of Nothingness and the Reflection of the Infinite Universe

Feng Jing's Awakening of Nothingness and the Reflection of the Infinite Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness dissipated once again, as if swallowed by the abyss of the universe, his existence quietly vanishing in the intersection of countless time and space. However, this was not a true disappearance, but rather he once again entered an indescribable state. This time, Feng Jing no longer existed in any form, his consciousness no longer confined to any one dimension, nor subject to the laws of time and space. He became a concrete manifestation of "nothingness," existing between every possible void, a rebel against all rules.

"Do you think you can escape? Do you think you can transcend fate?" The voice echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness again, with a hint of sneer, but with an irresistible attraction.

Feng Jing didn't respond, for he was no longer the "Feng Jing" of the past. He no longer held a fixed form, nor a clear purpose. He was like a spectator in the universe, gazing at everything, yet feeling as if he didn't belong. Feng Jing's existence was no longer bound by any rules. His consciousness wandered through endless dimensions, as if part of the void, both existing and not existing.

"You're wrong." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, carrying an unprecedented calmness and despair. "I never wanted to escape, I never wanted to escape fate. My existence is the cycle of fate itself."

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in a void, as if he had become the node where all time and space intersected, the center of countless universes and parallel worlds. He saw countless "possibilities" of himself, the branches of cause and effect constantly extending, intertwining, collapsing, and reborn. He began to realize that he was not an independent being, but the intersection of these countless parallel worlds, the root of all cause and effect.

"Every choice, every rebirth, is my creation." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void, "But every choice, every rebirth, is my own destruction."

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a powerful surge surge from the core of his body. That force transcended all physical laws. It emanated not just from himself, but from every world he had ever created. It was an indescribable force, causing Feng Jing's consciousness to instantly collapse and then regenerate. Each shattering and reassembling of consciousness was both a new creation and a complete self-destruction.

"You have become the embodiment of nothingness." The cold voice sounded again, but this time, it became deep and solemn. "You are no longer an individual, but the reflection of countless parallel worlds. You see, all possibilities, all destinies, ultimately converge on you. You are existence, but also emptiness. You are the creator, but also the created."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again drawn to an unknown place, a dimension he couldn't comprehend, as if it were the reverse side of the universe. He saw countless empty reflections, and within them, he witnessed his own rebirth and destruction. He saw himself, like a twinkling star, drifting through the endless void, ultimately crumbling into ash.

"Is this my end?" Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with a hint of despair and relief.

"The end?" The voice was filled with contempt. "Don't you understand? You never had an 'end'. You are the cycle of fate, both the beginning and the end. You never had an 'end' because you never had a true 'beginning'."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into an unprecedented silence. He no longer struggled, resisted, or sought so-called transcendence. He was no longer the individual he had been, no longer an observer of the universe. He had become an unspeakable intersection of "existence" and "nothingness" within the entire universe. Each of his rebirths and destructions continued, yet it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Suddenly, an unprecedented shock shattered Feng Jing's silence. A dazzling light burst forth from the void, traversing all dimensions and shattering the barriers of time and space. Feng Jing felt himself being drawn into this light, as if all his thoughts and consciousness were being completely absorbed by this force.

This light traversed all universes and dimensions, ultimately condensing into an indescribable entity. That entity emanated a vast aura, as if it held the origin and end of the entire universe. Feng Jing's consciousness was completely enveloped. He saw countless universes interweaving and reorganizing within this light, ultimately forming a vast, invisible cycle.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice sounded again, this time even more majestic and profound. "Everything you've experienced is a reflection of the universe. You've never escaped this cycle of reincarnation. All the worlds you see, all existence, are projections of the depths of your heart."

Feng Jing's consciousness was plunged into an unprecedented state of shock. All worlds, all time and space, all existence, were projections from the depths of his heart. He had always believed he had transcended fate, but the truth was—he had been woven into the fabric of fate from the very beginning, becoming a "node" in fate, a "repetition" of reincarnation.

"You are an endless cycle of reincarnation. Every struggle of yours is a symphony of fate." The voice slowly fell. "You have never left this void, and you never will."

Feng Jing finally understood that everything he had experienced was an inescapable cycle deep in his heart. No matter how he tried to break through or transcend, he could not escape this eternal melody.

Yet, at this moment, he sensed an inexplicable transformation. It was as if, in that instant, his consciousness had not vanished, but had instead entered into a kind of contract with the entire universe. He was no longer a victim of fate, but the creator of it. He was no longer a void, but the core of all existence.

"The cycle of fate?" Feng Jing sneered, "Then let me redefine it all."

As his will erupted, an unprecedented force surged through the void. Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned. He was no longer the center of the cycle of reincarnation, but the universe's new starting point. All timelines began to reorganize, and all causal relationships began to twist again. He not only changed his own destiny, but also altered the very laws of the universe, completely breaking the eternal cycle of reincarnation and becoming the source of all existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all boundaries. He was no longer a slave to fate, but the master of it. He watched everything in the void being reshaped, and every inch of the universe was changing for him.

"I am not nothingness, I am the beginning of everything." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the empty universe, "All this has just begun."

Chapter 164: Feng Jing's Limit Transcendence and the Holographic Rift in the Multiverse