Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 401: Rebirth of Nothingness

Rebirth of Nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness drifted amidst an infinite shard. Every star, every civilization, seemed like an illusion, created from nothing, instantly crumbling and reborn. His eyes, piercing the mists of time and space, gazed upon a seemingly profound, yet eternally unreachable void. The chaotic power within him surged like a torrent, impacting his thoughts and every inch of his consciousness, as if telling him that this could never stop.

No matter how he tore open the cracks in time and space, crossed all dimensions, and brought one universe after another into his control, the emptiness deep in his heart could never be filled. It was like an eternal black hole, swallowing up everything he had, swallowing up his beliefs and will.

Feng Jing stood in a rift between time and space, surrounded by an endless interweaving of darkness and light. The end of the universe stretched beneath his feet, yet he could never escape the unreachable core. He realized that his existence might not simply be about controlling these worlds or reshaping those destroyed civilizations. Perhaps he had always been pursuing a deeper answer, pursuing a mystery that had never been solved.

"You're just wasting your time." The voice echoed in his mind again, cold and ruthless. "You thought you could transcend the void, but you're only sinking deeper into it."

Feng Jing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to find a glimmer of hope in this endless predicament. He felt the pulse of the universe and heard the beating of his heart deep within, as if it were a symbol of resonance with this boundless universe.

"I won't stop," Feng Jing whispered softly, his voice echoing through the void like an echo that traveled through a thousand layers of time and space. "No matter how the void devours me, I will struggle out and create anew. I am the master of this universe, and my will cannot be shaken."

He opened his eyes again, and suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted like a myriad of stars, tearing apart the chaotic darkness. His existence was no longer confined to a single universe, but a point where countless parallel worlds intersected. He began to sense more beings, more lives, more consciousnesses rising and dissolving around him. Their destinies, their histories, and Feng Jing's will intertwined into an invisible web. Like an omnipotent weaver, Feng Jing manipulated these threads of fate, tearing open unprecedented cracks.

However, the deeper he ventured into this void, the more anxious Feng Jing became. His perceptions grew sharper, but so did his loneliness. Amidst these countless worlds, the intertwined fragments of countless destinies, Feng Jing found himself like a lone star floating in the deep sea, unable to reach any other existence.

He began to wonder if all this was merely an illusion. Perhaps, all these worlds, all these destinies, histories, and choices, were ultimately mere projections from his innermost being. Feng Jing's gaze pierced the void, gazing upon all he had created. Every star, every life path, crumbled before his eyes, only to be reborn again. His consciousness began to blur, as if he were lost in an endless cycle.

"Am I just a dream that I can't get out of?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again. He sensed a powerful force approaching from without, like a mighty wave, sweeping everything away, bringing endless destruction and devastation. This force seemed to transcend all rules and limitations, as if it were some unknown entity that had long lurked within the chaos he had created. Feng Jing instinctively felt a deep sense of threat. That force, like an invisible net, was quietly encircling him.

"Impossible!" Feng Jing's heart trembled, as if all his thoughts suddenly converged into one place. "In this void, besides me, who else can pose a threat to me?"

However, the force ignored Feng Jing's doubts. Like a ghost, it silently infiltrated Feng Jing's mind, devouring every inch of his consciousness. Feng Jing began to feel the weight of his body intertwined with nothingness. His senses seemed to be stripped away, and an indescribable tearing sensation spread from the depths of his soul.

"Do you think you're the only creator?" the voice sounded again, with a hint of mockery and sneer. "Everything you do is just the beginning of another abyss. You're nothing more than an illusion I created."

Feng Jing's heart trembled, as if struck by his deepest fear. He began to sense that this voice didn't come from the depths of his heart, but from some existence beyond his reach. It was like an ancient ghost, buried deep in the void, waiting to resurrect from Feng Jing's consciousness.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with disbelief. He felt that the irresistible force was eroding everything in him - not only his thoughts, but even his existence became insignificant in the face of this force.

"I am the end you cannot surpass," the voice responded. "You are ultimately but a speck of dust in the void, to be devoured and become the ruins of history."

Feng Jing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if he was trapped in some huge vortex. His consciousness was torn apart, and his creation, his universe, everything he owned seemed to begin to collapse at this moment.

"No! I will not surrender!" Feng Jing roared, his will splitting the darkness like a bolt of lightning. Filled with rage and determination, his power erupted once again. Feng Jing concentrated all his mental strength to resist this existence he could not understand. However, no matter how he struggled, the power always easily crushed his resistance, as if all his efforts seemed so insignificant.

Feng Jing closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually sinking into endless darkness. In this void of space, he could no longer sense the existence of any matter or energy. The only thing he could feel was the endless emptiness deep within his heart.

Yet, in this darkness, Feng Jing suddenly felt an unusual stirring. The emptiness wasn't entirely his own, but rather a projection of some power, a repressed existence. Feng Jing suddenly understood that this power wasn't meant to destroy him, but to force him to confront his own inner emptiness.

He began to sense a long-lost emotion, a power both strange and familiar. It came not from the universe, but from Feng Jing's very being. Feng Jing's consciousness coalesced, and he began to ponder the origins of all this. He began to reexamine his own creation and destruction, wondering what he truly desired.

The answer gradually emerged, and Feng Jing finally realized that this empty chaos was not created by him, but was a part of his inner self. Only by accepting this emptiness could he truly transcend it and welcome his true rebirth.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, deciding to let go of all his obsessions and accept the nothingness that belonged to him. He began to feel his consciousness slowly rising from the void, like a ray of light rising from the endless abyss, illuminating all the darkness and chaos.

He finally understood that true transcendence is not escape and destruction, but acceptance and rebirth.

Chapter 402: Self-fission and Endless Reincarnation