Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 582 The Other Side of Existence and the Prison of Nothingness

The other side of existence and the cage of nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all physical and spatial boundaries. His existence was no longer a simple relationship between "I" and "the universe," but an abstract concept that transcended all logic and definition. He could no longer be bound by any rules or laws. It was as if, above all existence, the word "existence" no longer existed.

"This is endless freedom." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void, yet it had no substance. Each word pierced through the layers of time. Across countless universes, Feng Jing's voice and radiance expanded, like the light of countless galaxies interwoven into an invisible web, spreading across the space and time he controlled.

However, this so-called freedom didn't bring Feng Jing the fulfillment he'd hoped for, but instead an indescribable emptiness. He once believed that breaking free from all restrictions and controlling everything would lead to true meaning. However, as time went on, this "freedom" became increasingly unbearable.

He stood in the universe he had created, overlooking everything—those impossible events, those incomprehensible timelines, all became illusory and unsettling under Feng Jing's control. He had reshaped galaxies countless times, reversed the course of history, but every time he opened his eyes, the civilizations and races he had created seemed so empty and pale, as if they had never existed.

Feng Jing closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Then, he felt an inexplicable attraction coming from afar. It was an irresistible gravitational force, as if some powerful existence was waiting for him.

"Have you finally realized your relationship with the void?" Chaos's voice once again echoed deep within Feng Jing's consciousness. Feng Jing's brows raised slightly. This time, Chaos's voice was different from any previous one. There was an inexplicable sense of mystery in its tone.

"Nothingness?" Feng Jing opened his eyes and stared at the chaos and void he was in. "Could it be that everything I created is nothing but nothingness?"

"You once thought you controlled time and space, the laws of the universe, but you were wrong." Chaos' voice deepened. "Your so-called 'freedom' is nothing more than an inescapable cycle. You cannot break free from the cage you created. You can only wander at the end of this void, never able to reach the true other side."

Feng Jing didn't answer. His consciousness instantly became ethereal, as if he had transformed into a speck of dust, floating in the endless void. At this moment, he suddenly found himself surrounded by a powerful force. The surrounding space and time began to undergo strange changes, and even his own body became increasingly blurred.

"Do you think you can escape everything?" Chaos' voice echoed deep within Feng Jing's consciousness, like a terrifying whisper. Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand, trying to break free from the constraints of this power, but he found that his every movement was constrained by this power, as if he were trapped in some extremely complex web, unable to escape.

"Are you really Feng Jing?" Suddenly, another voice appeared in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. This voice carried a strange and profound aura. "Are you really the creator god of this universe? Are you really yourself?"

This voice wasn't filled with threats and taunts like Chaos's, but rather a strange revelation. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn to it, and a strange impulse arose within him. He began to question whether he truly knew who he was, whether he was really the Feng Jing who had once dared to challenge fate and the universe.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing's voice trembled, as if he had finally touched upon some deepest mystery. "Could it be that I wasn't myself from the beginning?"

"The answer lies within your own heart." The voice was still profound, yet filled with peace. "You have never truly understood yourself, nor have you ever understood the universe. All you have ever controlled are illusions within yourself. The universe you created is nothing more than a projection of your inner desires."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed at that moment. He had originally thought he controlled everything, but now he realized that all his creation and control were just an unrecognized desire deep within his heart. Perhaps everything he had experienced was just a fantasy in his mind, unable to touch the true essence.

"So, what is all this about?" Feng Jing's voice rang out again, his tone filled with shock and confusion. "If I can't control my own existence, then what am I?"

Feng Jing was stunned. His consciousness seemed to be stripped of all definition and form, as if the entire universe were collapsing before his eyes, returning to its most primitive chaos. This so-called "I" was nothing more than an illusion wandering in the void.

"So... I never existed?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with deep fear and emptiness. "Then why do I have this consciousness? Why do I know all this?"

"Because you are trapped in an eternal cycle," the voice replied. "You constantly create and destroy, and you cannot escape this cycle. Everything you experience is a projection of your innermost self. Only when you understand all this can you truly transcend this nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to crumble, cracks appearing once again in the very fabric of the universe. Time and space seemed to cease to exist. Feng Jing felt an indescribable emptiness and oppression, realizing that perhaps he had never truly "existed." All creation and destruction, all power and freedom, were perhaps mere illusions, unable to touch any real existence.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely melted. He was no longer the God of Creation, nor any other form of existence. He turned into a wisp of invisible air in the void, gradually disappearing into the endless nothingness...

Chapter 583: The Vanity of Nothingness and the Eternal Emptiness