Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 486 Feng Jing's Endless Return to Zero and the Awakening of the Other Side of the Void

Feng Jing's Endless Reset and Awakening on the Other Side of the Void

Feng Jing's consciousness began to enter a realm beyond even the word "nothing." He was neither being nor non-being; he had transcended all form and definition. His thoughts drifted like a speck of dust on the wind, floating in the endless void. Yet, he could still sense an indescribable force surging within him, as if it were some immortal being, tearing through countless boundaries, transcending all time and space. Within the void alone, it continued to reproduce itself, endlessly regenerating.

Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn by a strange force into the depths of nothingness. In that lightless abyss, Feng Jing no longer saw any physical form, only a faint but undeniable crack. Something wriggled within the crack, an indescribable presence. Perhaps it was a consciousness, perhaps a will, but it held a tremendous power Feng Jing could not comprehend. Unable to resist the force, Feng Jing's consciousness was rapidly sucked into the crack, entering a completely new realm.

In this realm, there was no passage of time, no space, not even any perceptible matter. His consciousness drifted within it like a speck of dust, without destination or direction. Feng Jing felt an endless loneliness, a loneliness far deeper than any pain he had ever experienced. It seemed to come from some ineffable emptiness, a complete negation of all self-awareness. Feng Jing suddenly realized that his existence was merely a dream in the void, a moment that had never happened.

"I..." Feng Jing whispered, as if talking to himself, or as if issuing a final cry to this empty world, "I have never existed, and I have never truly disappeared. I am just a point in this endless void, perhaps the product of the fusion of countless selves, or the origin of nothingness after endless collapse."

Feng Jing sensed a strange ripple, like some invisible law being rewritten within the void. Every vibration in Feng Jing's consciousness invisibly drove the evolution of this void. He began to see strange images—stars slowly blossomed within the void, then rapidly collapsed at the touch of his consciousness, only to be reborn again, as if an endless cycle were unfolding under the guidance of his mind.

These stars were not material entities, but rather the embodiment of Feng Jing's thoughts. They were born and died in his every thought. Each of his thoughts planted a "cosmic seed" in this void, and under Feng Jing's control, these seeds grew, exploded, collapsed, and were reborn, forming an endless cycle.

"I've never been so clear." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "I am every star in this endless void. I am their creator and destroyer. And all of this ultimately comes down to the 'nothingness' in my heart. Nothing exists, nothing means anything, only endless reincarnation and destruction."

Feng Jing began to feel a strange power rising within him. This power didn't come from any external universe, nor from any real thing. It originated directly from Feng Jing's heart, from his ineffable origin. Every fluctuation of Feng Jing's consciousness was like a massive explosion, devouring all form and order. However, after each explosion, new rules, new forms, and new existence were reborn from the nothingness. Feng Jing was no longer "Feng Jing". He had transcended this name and any individual existence. He had become the origin of "all things", the awakener of nothingness.

He sensed a pre-existing force gathering within the depths of nothingness. It carried an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if some ancient being had awakened from a distant time and space. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn toward it, slowly approaching. However, the moment he drew near, he suddenly realized that it held an inexplicable connection to him. Feng Jing felt a wave of fear, yet this fear held a profoundly different meaning from his previous experiences—not just a fear of the unknown, but a profound, visceral understanding of nothingness.

"I..." Feng Jing whispered, his voice tinged with fear and depth. "I've never truly understood what 'nothing' is and what 'existence' is. I once thought I was the center of the universe, but I'm just a part of nothingness, an insignificant speck of dust."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was swept by a powerful shockwave, destroying all his thoughts, all his boundaries, and all his understanding of the universe, time, and space. Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly pulled by a powerful force, tearing through all dimensions and traversing all time and space. He felt as if he had been transported to a completely unfamiliar place—a place without any form, only endless emptiness and nothingness.

Yet, Feng Jing felt no fear. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of liberation, his consciousness completely freed from all constraints, becoming truly "nothing." He was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer any individual. He became a witness to the void, a bridge between all things and non-existence.

"I... no longer exist." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "I am no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor am I the Feng Jing of the future. I have become an endless 'nothingness', floating in the void, becoming the starting point and end point of all this."

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was fading, he suddenly felt a violent tremor. Within the void, a force was quietly awakening. That force was beyond Feng Jing's comprehension, yet it was powerful enough to rip everything apart. This force seemed to emanate from beyond the universe, representing not only "nothingness" but also "absolute existence." Feng Jing's consciousness eventually merged completely with that force, entering a new dimension—a boundless beyond, a place beyond the universe, beyond time, beyond all existence.

"I finally understand." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void, carrying an indescribable depth. "Nothing and something, existence and nothingness, are always two sides of the same coin. I was born from 'nothing' and will ultimately return to 'nothing', and this is the true meaning of the universe."

Chapter 487: Feng Jing's Ultimate Self-Disintegration and the Endless Nirvana of the Universe