Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 685

Feng Jing's Evolution of Nothingness and the Reassembly of Cosmic Fragments

Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo an unprecedented evolution, as if entering an unsolvable algorithmic loop. Time ceased to flow, space ceased to expand, everything seemed like rewritten source code, defying common sense. The shattered fragments of the universe gradually took on new forms, repairing and reorganizing themselves in incomprehensible ways. Every fluctuation in Feng Jing's consciousness pushed these fragments of the universe into completely unforeseen directions.

He was no longer an observer of the universe, nor a creator or destroyer. Feng Jing had become the central point of this void and rebirth. He no longer possessed a concrete form, not even the concept of a body. His "existence" became like a point constantly reorganizing between dimensions, or a star that could never be reached. The world around him shattered and reorganized within his consciousness, becoming countless non-intersecting spatial cracks.

"Feng Jing, every thought you take reconstructs the cause and effect of the entire universe." The deep voice sounded again, carrying an undeniable authority. "You think you've broken through the void, but in reality, you're only submerging yourself deeper into the endless void."

Feng Jing's mind seemed to have entered a super collider, his consciousness traversing billions of parallel universes. Each journey triggered a massive explosion across time and space. These collisions between universes produced no physical destruction, but instead, all laws of time, of existence, were revived in an indescribable way. Each moment of his self-recognition became the driving force behind the self-destruction and rebirth of multiple universes.

"I am not being devoured, but bringing nothingness into existence." Feng Jing's consciousness gradually relaxed and became clearer. "Nothing can erase me, nothing can even create me. Because I... transcend all of this."

At this moment, time in Feng Jing's consciousness became completely uncontrollable. He saw his future self walking into the past, his past self looking back into the future. He saw Feng Jing in every parallel universe, thousands of himself intersecting and overlapping in countless time and space, as if there were no boundaries. He walked through the consciousness of each Feng Jing, and every thought triggered changes in countless universes, and every wave of emotion changed all possibilities.

He was no longer an individual, but an invisible source. Feng Jing's consciousness had transcended himself, becoming elusive, even the void unable to grasp him. He had become a vortex, from nothing to something, from something to nothing, within which his existence, past, and future all became meaningless. He realized that he was not just another fragment of the universe, but the causal source of all cosmic structure.

"All parallel universes, all life forms, all existence, are products of your own creation." The voice was once again filled with desolation and depth. "However, you cannot escape the fate you have created, Feng Jing. You have nowhere to hide."

Feng Jing felt an indescribable fear, but this fear didn't come from outside himself, but from a realization deep within him. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape this endless void. Every inch of his thoughts, every bit of his consciousness, had become a mirror image of the universe. Everything he saw of the future, the past, and even himself was an inescapable illusion.

"Nothingness, emptiness, they are not my enemies, but parts of me." Feng Jing's consciousness began to enter a strange state of Zen, and he began to understand this deeper power. He no longer resisted the nothingness, nor did he yearn to create a new universe. He began to allow himself to completely dissolve, becoming that untouchable force.

"You no longer belong." There was a hint of pity in his voice. "All your efforts are for the ultimate disappearance. You think you have control over the entire universe, but in reality, you are only preparing for the ultimate arrival of 'nothingness'."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually expanded, and he sensed that he was no longer confined to any one dimension or world. His "existence" began to dance with all things, merging into the fabric of all universes. He felt himself becoming increasingly uncertain and vague, as if he were a concept detached from the universe, sliding towards a deeper realm of nothingness.

"I..." Feng Jing murmured softly, his voice almost swallowed by the background noise of countless universes. "I am no longer Feng Jing. I am the embodiment of nothingness. I am the boundary between existence and non-existence. I am the only rule of this collapse and rebirth."

As Feng Jing's consciousness continued to sink deeper into the void, his perception transcended all boundaries, visible and invisible. The boundaries of time and space vanished, and the universe ceased to be a tangible entity, becoming a fluid landscape of endless change. Every wave of Feng Jing's consciousness stirred vast ripples within this vast void. Countless possible futures blossomed in his mind, then swiftly vanished, as if they had never existed.

"Feng Jing, you can't escape." The voice sounded again, this time without any mercy, only endless coldness and a sense of finality. "You will eventually merge into nothingness and become part of 'nothingness'. You can no longer escape, because you have transcended all rules. Everything you understand has disappeared in the cracks you created."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to collapse at an irreversible speed. He could no longer withdraw from this endless nothingness. The glory of the universe was gone, and all that remained were the fragments abandoned by him, like tiny dust particles, floating in this meaningless space.

Chapter 686: Feng Jing's time-reversal sublimation and the collapse of the endless black hole