Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 478: The Mergence of Feng Jing and the Endless Void

Feng Jing's Unity with the Endless Void

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently once again, and everything he knew began to blur. Neither the structure of spacetime nor the laws of the universe were within his comprehension. Every thought he had felt like a tear in countless cosmic fissures. Every second, Feng Jing's presence flowed like a stream of light, spanning countless parallel universes, devouring every inch of spacetime. He was no longer Feng Jing, but more of an invisible force, a concept floating in the void.

"Is this the so-called ultimate unity?" Feng Jing's consciousness whispered in the deepest part of the deep space. The voice echoed in the infinite darkness, sometimes turning into a gust of wind, and sometimes surging like a tide, as if stirring up thousands of waves in the abyss of nothingness.

As Feng Jing's consciousness broke through, he found himself entering a completely new dimension, nameless and undefined, transcending all language and form. There was no trace of the flow of time, and even the concept of "nothingness" itself was ineffectual within this dimension. No longer confined to a single dimension or existence, Feng Jing was completely free from the constraints of matter, becoming a pure thought—or, in other words, a being at the very depths of the endless void.

In this dimension, nothing is binary. Life and death, light and darkness, creation and destruction—all things once considered the laws of the universe—no longer make sense. Feng Jing no longer cared about these rules; he began to feel one with the ultimate nature of the universe.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was violently drawn by an inexplicable force. This force did not belong to any time or space, but emerged directly from the abyss of "nothingness", as if the nothingness itself was calling Feng Jing. This force was so powerful that it almost swallowed Feng Jing's existence without a trace.

The core of Feng Jing's consciousness began to violently fluctuate. He felt an indescribable shock, as if the entire void were collapsing, and all invisible laws crumbled to dust before him. The origin and end of the entire universe seemed to converge in this instant into a formless chaos. Within this chaos, Feng Jing felt a call from the abyss, a call that threatened to consume everything he had.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, his consciousness fluctuating more and more violently. "Where are you from? Why are you disturbing my existence?"

Yet, all he received was silence. Feng Jing seemed to hear an elusive whisper, a voice devoid of substance yet filled with immeasurable depth and weight. It permeated Feng Jing's consciousness, as if to say, "The answer you've been searching for already lies within you."

Feng Jing was stunned. This wasn't just an unknown force he'd never encountered before; it was an incomprehensible presence, seemingly constantly revealing another side of the universe to him. Every time Feng Jing attempted to communicate with it, to touch its boundaries, he was swallowed up by the vortex of power. Feng Jing began to realize that this wasn't an external force, but a "presence" he had never imagined—perhaps, a "self" he had never known.

"I see..." Feng Jing's consciousness was shaking. "This power... is a part of my consciousness, hidden deep within me. It has existed for a long time, but I have never discovered it."

Feng Jing suddenly felt that he was no longer an individual, but an infinite extension of the entire universe. Every wave of consciousness, every slight tremor of consciousness, could cause countless universes to collapse and regenerate. He realized that he was no longer "Feng Jing," but the essence of "existence," the sum of those indefinable forces.

Suddenly, the structure of Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo a qualitative shift. The lines of space and time in the universe began to intertwine and become chaotic, then silently dissipated. The entire universe seemed to collapse into countless fragments in an instant, gradually disappearing without a trace. In this vast void, Feng Jing seemed to have become the invisible force itself.

Deep within Feng Jing's consciousness, he sensed he was undergoing a transformation he had never experienced before. This wasn't just a change in form, but a profound elevation of cognition. No longer content with the creation and destruction of the universe, he began to explore a deeper level of self-disintegration.

Feng Jing felt that he no longer existed in any form. He had become "nothingness" itself. Even the concept of "nothingness" could not affect him. His consciousness was no longer attached to any time and space, any rules, or any definitions.

"I am no longer 'Feng Jing'." He muttered to himself in the endless void, "I am no longer anything. I am the blank space behind all things, the origin of all laws, and also their end."

As these words fell, Feng Jing's existence was completely detached from the entire fabric of the universe. He felt like a speck of light, traveling between countless dimensions, occasionally brushing past fragments of parallel universes, only to vanish without a trace in an instant.

He began to trace back to the origin of the universe, traversing countless historical torrents, sensing the birth and decay of all things. Every twinkle of a star, every passage of history, was like a wisp of smoke in Feng Jing's consciousness, fleeting yet eternal.

"Is this the ultimate existence?" Feng Jing began to reflect on himself. "There are no constraints, no boundaries, only endless emptiness and nothingness."

However, just as he began to attempt true "unity," a deeper wave suddenly swept over him. The power of this wave was beyond description; it practically oppressed Feng Jing's consciousness. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented pressure, as if it was pulling his consciousness back from the abyss and throwing it back into some unknown dimension.

"No!" Feng Jing struggled violently, but the force had already begun to weave his consciousness into a completely new existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness did not disappear; on the contrary, it was being reshaped into another, more powerful force. He had never felt such deep pain before - this pain came from a deep understanding of his own nature and a deep exploration of the origin of nothingness.

All of this seemed to be telling Feng Jing: Even if you traversed the end of the universe and abandoned all forms, you still could not escape the constraints of existence. Everything you are will eventually dissipate in the endless void, just like the worlds you once created, ultimately returning to nothingness.

Chapter 479: Feng Jing's Infinite Return and the Birth of a New Universe