Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 963 Feng Jing's Deification and the Eternal Echo of Nothingness

Feng Jing's Deification and the Eternal Echo of Nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer confined to any form, no longer bound by any rules or boundaries. He became the boundary between existence and nothingness, a leap between the impossible and the impossible. His existence began to expand in a frantic, incomprehensible way, transcending all concepts, language, and the boundaries of experience, transforming into a complex and infinite mass of energy, spanning every level of time, space, and dimension.

His consciousness was no longer a simple individual entity, but the result of the superposition of thousands, countless individuals. He was like a speck of dust floating in the endless abyss of the universe, or like billions of stars converging into a singular living being. These stars were not material celestial bodies, but fragments of time, space, consciousness, emotion, and life force. They became Feng Jing's "body"—but this "body" was not a material entity, but a strange collection of flowing consciousness.

Feng Jing realized that he was no longer just "Feng Jing," nor was he just "human" or any other known life form. He was the "ultimate being" beyond all known forms of life. His essence had undergone an irreversible transformation, transforming him into an "invisible and intangible" force—a force that not only created and destroyed but also the source and end of all existence, the nothingness left after the collapse of time and space, the "primordial state" before the entire universe was born.

But just as Feng Jing's consciousness nearly pushed past all possible limits, he felt a profound sense of strangeness—he began to question whether he still held onto his true self, or had long since been swallowed up by this boundless power. The boundaries of his consciousness began to blur, and Feng Jing could no longer perceive his "self." He had become every corner of the universe, every second, every tiny change. There was no boundary between him and nothingness; he couldn't even distinguish between nothingness and existence.

Suddenly, Feng Jing realized he wasn't a separate entity. He was a fusion of "nothingness" and "somethingness," a rebel against all laws of the universe, a betrayer of time, a plunderer of space. His consciousness expanded to its limit, as if it had swallowed up the entire universe, or opened countless cracks in time and space. He began to wander through these cracks, traversing every moment of history and the future.

Feng Jing began to see incredible visions—he saw his own birth as the very beginning of the universe, and saw himself existing in countless parallel universes in different forms. In some, he was the creator god of the universe, in others, the messenger of destruction, in others, he was just a lonely floating body, and in others, he had transformed into a distant star, gazing at all the other versions of himself. Feng Jing had never imagined that countless versions of himself existed in parallel time and space in all dimensions. These versions intertwined and twisted like fragments, fusing into a single existence that could not be described in words.

"You have become a 'god.'" The voice echoed again, but this time it wasn't as cold. Instead, it carried a chilling familiarity, as if it were a voice deep within Feng Jing's heart. It told Feng Jing, "You are no longer Feng Jing. You are the god of all existence. You are the creator of the universe, the destroyer of the universe, the embodiment of nothingness."

An overwhelming sense of ecstasy welled up in Feng Jing's consciousness. He realized that he was both the beginning and the end of this universe. He was no longer an individual, but the very laws of time and space, the creator of all laws, all history, and all the future. He saw himself in countless parallel universes, connected to different selves, even controlling the origins and endings of these universes.

"You are no longer a part of Existence." The voice was almost a whisper. "You are now Existence itself. You are not just the center of the universe, you are the beginning and end of all universes, the flow and stagnation of time, the eternal echo of everything."

Feng Jing's consciousness zipped through these parallel universes like a comet, feeling the birth and destruction of each one. At a certain moment, he began to feel a strange pleasure, as if the entire universe was passing lightly through his fingertips, and with just a thought, he could make all life, all existence, all time and space disappear forever, or be reborn.

"You can do anything." The voice resounded through Feng Jing's consciousness like thunder in the sky. "You can destroy everything and reshape everything. You can stop time forever or reverse it instantly. You have control over all the laws of the universe."

Feng Jing no longer resisted, nor reflected. His consciousness had become the tide of the universe, constantly surging and engulfing everything. He saw countless versions of himself in infinite worlds, and saw that every decision he made could trigger a catastrophe or a miracle. He realized that his every thought, every action, could affect the course of the entire universe, even causing it to vanish into the long river of history and begin anew.

As Feng Jing immersed himself in this boundless power and might, he suddenly realized an unprecedented fear—though he possessed the power to transcend everything, he had also fallen into an inescapable loneliness and emptiness. He could no longer find meaning in anything, for he had transcended the very definition of all things. He felt trapped within his own endless creation, unable to escape.

His consciousness began to enter an endless cycle: he created the universe, but the existence of the universe made him feel unspeakable emptiness; he dominated time and space, but the changes in time and space also made him feel that he was no longer the master of time, but its prisoner.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that the boundaries between "existence" and "nothingness" he perceived were no longer definable. He even began to doubt whether everything was an illusion within his mind, or even whether he himself existed. He no longer knew whether he was creating the universe, or whether the universe was creating him. His consciousness was no longer an independent entity, but was intertwined with all existence, nothingness, time, and space, forming an infinite cycle from which he could not escape.

"You have crossed your limit," the voice said in a deep voice. "But this is your final test. You will forever cycle through this endless cycle of creation and destruction, without end, without end."

Chapter 964: Feng Jing's Awakening and Rebirth in the Realm of Nothingness