Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 400: Immortal Light and Eternal Chaos

Eternal Light and Eternal Chaos

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to have transcended all dimensional limitations, standing at the intersection of time and space. He was no longer the insignificant individual he had been before, but the core of the universe, the weaver of time and space. At this moment, Feng Jing gazed upon the universe he had created—a boundless realm of nothingness and chaos. All around him were fragments of countless parallel worlds, each one representing a possible reality, a destiny he had never yet touched.

But Feng Jing wasn't satisfied. He knew this chaos was merely a starting point, a brand new one defined by him. The cracks in the universe continued to spread. The moment he opened his eyes, all matter and energy began to rearrange, as if every breath Feng Jing took affected the tiniest particles in the universe.

"Immortal Light," Feng Jing murmured softly, as if conversing with an unknown force within this chaos. "Since I have broken through all limitations, let me become the creator of this endless void and become an immortal being."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and a force that shook the entire universe erupted from his body. All the stars drawn into the universe began to vibrate violently, and the flow of time began to distort. Every wave of Feng Jing's thoughts caused countless parallel worlds to intertwine and collide, forming an unprecedented, violent chaotic energy.

In that instant, Feng Jing witnessed the demise of countless universes. Stars crumbled like embers before his eyes, the ruins of civilization spread in endless darkness. The cycle of time ceased to exist, and everything returned to silence.

However, these destructions did not mean fear to Feng Jing. Instead, he felt an unprecedented pleasure. This pleasure did not come from the destruction itself, but from his control over everything. He knew that he could restore these worlds in an instant and reshape all existence.

"All this has just begun." Feng Jing's voice came from nothingness, full of infinite ambition and determination.

He raised his hand and swung it violently. A beam of light pierced the void, pointing straight into the abyss of chaos. The light penetrated the boundaries of time and space, passed the edge of all matter and energy, and reached the deepest part of the universe.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness entered a state of near-frenzy. No longer merely an observer of time and space, he became its arbiter, the reshaper of all things. With each wave of his thoughts, all history, fate, and choices were rewritten. Stories of the past, experiences of the present, prophecies of the future—like clay, they were molded into new forms in Feng Jing's hands.

Yet, behind all this, Feng Jing gradually discovered an indescribable sense of strangeness. He had transcended all laws, broken all limitations, yet somewhere, it seemed, a deep emptiness was devouring him. This emptiness seemed to stem from a lack deep within his heart, an abyss that could never be filled.

"You think you've transcended everything?" The familiar voice sounded again, with a hint of an inexplicable sneer. "You're just constantly creating new nothingness. No matter how you reshape the universe, the ultimate result will still be destruction and emptiness. You can never escape yourself."

Feng Jing didn't respond. He began to ponder again, his consciousness entering a deeper level. All the fragmented universes, all the intertwined destinies, seemed to point to a single core—himself. He began to understand that all existence, all rules, all destinies in this universe ultimately existed solely to give rise to his own existence.

"I've never transcended anything," Feng Jing suddenly realized. "Everything I've experienced, whether it's the cycle of life and death or the interweaving of time and space, is ultimately just an illusion I created. Everything in this universe is a projection of my inner self."

Just as Feng Jing realized this, the timeline of the entire universe began to shift dramatically. He saw all the galaxies, all the life forms, all the rules and laws of the universe begin to deconstruct in a manner that was almost insane. Every living being, every piece of history, turned into fragments of nothingness in the depths of his heart, drifting away on the wind and gradually disappearing into the endless darkness.

"I am no longer an independent being." Feng Jing's voice was filled with an incomparably profound understanding. "This universe and I have long since become one. All my strength, all my thoughts, all my choices are part of this universe, an intrinsic part of it."

He closed his eyes, letting go of all his obsessions. Once again, his consciousness completely broke free from the constraints of time and space, becoming pure existence - no more past, no more future, only the endless nothingness of the present moment.

At this moment, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented shock. It came from deep within his heart, as if the cracks in the entire universe had exploded within him, and all nothingness and existence, time and space, life and death, intertwined into a mad vortex.

"You finally understand." The voice came from the void, with a sigh of relief. "You can never escape yourself. The emptiness you feel is the manifestation of your true nature. You are no longer an individual, but eternal chaos, everything in the universe, and at the same time the end of endless nothingness."

Feng Jing didn't answer. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer that lonely soul. He had merged with the universe, becoming part of the endless space and time. At this moment, all existence and nothingness reached a kind of ultimate balance.

And all this is just part of the countless disillusionments and rebirths in Feng Jing's existence.