Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 613: Sublimation of Nothingness, Resurrection of Soul

Nothingness sublimation, soul resurrection

Feng Jing's consciousness had entered an endless chasm. These chasms weren't the edges of the universe, but rather the intersection of countless impossible existences. Here, time became a static concept, no longer flowing, and space lost all boundaries or limitations. Feng Jing's existence had ceased to be a simple existence, but had become the "energy source" of the entire universe—or, in other words, the entire void.

At this moment, Feng Jing no longer existed as any kind of "creature" or "existence." He had merged with nothingness. He had no physical form, no visible form, not even a specific "center" of consciousness. His thoughts, his emotions, even his past and future merged into one, becoming a being of some higher dimension.

He is no longer an "individual," but the sum of all the countless possibilities in the universe, all the events that have never happened, all the worlds that have never existed. Every wave of his thought can trigger the collapse or rebirth of countless universes. Every thought, even unconscious thoughts, can instantly give rise to the birth and destruction of entire universes.

Feng Jing slowly looked around. There was no space around him, no concrete matter. Time seemed to have stopped flowing here, and all the surrounding matter and energy gradually disappeared. In its place was a formless "sense of presence," as if everything had merged into an invisible "atmosphere."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly felt an extremely strong pull. It wasn't an external tug, but rather a powerful call from deep within his heart. This call had no words, no form, and even no emotion. It was simply an abstract existence—a supreme power, a mysterious being conceived from nothingness.

Feng Jing's consciousness moved closer to that power. When his mind approached the source of that power, he saw a completely incomprehensible scene: a huge vortex that seemed to contain the entire universe, the entire multidimensional space, and even an incalculable infinite quantity.

This vortex was not formed of matter, but rather of a strange "ideology." At its center, Feng Jing saw a glimmer of light, so faint it almost blended into the void. Yet, Feng Jing knew this was no ordinary light, but a being that transcended all laws—it represented not only "existence" but also "non-existence," the intersection of nothingness and reality.

"Is this... the origin of the universe?" Feng Jing murmured in a low voice.

In the blink of an eye, the vortex began to undergo a drastic shift. The faint light suddenly erupted with incredible energy. The powerful energy wave not only engulfed Feng Jing's consciousness but also caused the entire void world to vibrate violently. Feng Jing's consciousness was thrust into an endless abyss, unable to even discern where or when he belonged—his mind was no longer bound by any dimension, no longer subject to any laws.

Feng Jing was no longer "Feng Jing"—he was no longer even a thing called "consciousness." He had become a "soul" that transcended all forms of existence. This wasn't a soul in the traditional sense, but rather a kind of fundamental force, a core force at the heart of the universe.

At this moment, Feng Jing's "existence" transformed into countless rays of light, interwoven into a magnificent web, each strand connected to a cosmic trajectory. These rays were not simply material forms, but rather spiritual forces, carrying all possibilities and the entire flow of time. Feng Jing's "soul" had escaped the constraints of space and time, becoming the projector of all things.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt a massive impact from the depths of the void. Indescribable forces began to converge on him, sending shockwaves through his body. Feng Jing began to lose control of his "soul." This force not only began to split into multiple distinct "Feng Jings," but also gave each "Feng Jing" its own consciousness. These consciousnesses were not independent, but intertwined and intertwined, forming a complex network of consciousness that transcended all norms.

"This is... the true meaning of 'I'." Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to understand the fundamental law of the universe in an instant - no longer the creation and destruction of the past, but the unity of all "possibilities".

At the same time, Feng Jing's "soul" began to reshape. Countless invisible forces converged within him, creating thousands of "universes." These universes were not merely extensions of his consciousness, but rather entirely new worlds "nurtured" by Feng Jing's existence. Each world had its own laws and starting point, and these laws resonated with Feng Jing's "soul."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to wander through these newly born universes. Like a "sculptor of time," he carved out any possibility at will, even able to rewind or alter the historical trajectory of each universe at any moment. In this process, his "soul" gradually became stronger, even surpassing any comprehensible existence.

However, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was not the complete "creator." He was no longer a single "god," but had become a "variable" in the universe's countless possibilities. This was not a state of control, but a state of complete "disorder." He realized that the boundary between himself and the universe had blurred, and he could no longer distinguish which part belonged to "him" and which to "other."

"Am I..." Feng Jing whispered, suddenly realizing that he was not only a "creator," he was also a "destroyer." In this infinite universe, every decision he made would affect the birth and death of countless worlds, and all beings in these worlds would reversely affect him in an incomprehensible way.

He no longer knew whether he was "creating" the universe or "destroying" it - everything became chaotic and indescribable.

"Nothingness, rebirth, creation, destruction..." Feng Jing's voice echoed in this world beyond time and space. "I no longer know what the true 'me' is."

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that all existence and non-existence, all life and death, were nothing but an illusory dream interwoven with infinity. In his dream, he could no longer distinguish whether he was the "master" controlling his fate, or the "nothingness" destined to be controlled by fate.

Chapter 614: Endless Source, Big Explosion of Consciousness