Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 440: The End of Nothingness and the Mystery of Resurrection

The End of Nothingness and the Mystery of Resurrection

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer belonged to any known material world, nor even to any philosophical definition of existence. His thoughts, like a speck of dust, were cast into the endless abyss of the universe, drifting among the fragments of countless parallel universes, unable to determine where he was, or even whether he still existed.

However, at this moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt a strange vibration. This vibration did not come from the outside world, but from the depths of his essence - as if every dimension he existed in was collapsing due to some unknown force, as if the rules of the entire universe were suddenly broken by an unknown force, and all time, space, and even the boundaries of consciousness began to disintegrate.

"This is... impossible..." Feng Jing muttered to himself, his consciousness seemed to be torn apart by a huge shock wave, all perceptions and thoughts turned into nothingness, dissipating in the formless void.

However, the gap did not last long.

A loud bang seemed to emanate from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. It wasn't a physical explosion, but rather a formless vibration, as if the entire universe had instantly shattered, and then, by some unknown force, all the cracks closed. Feng Jing's consciousness began to coalesce, regaining a clarity beyond the laws of physics.

The scene before him became blurry once again, but Feng Jing could sense a certain "power" calling him. This power was not the will of a certain entity, but a primordial, indescribable existence, as if it originated from the depths of Feng Jing's heart, from his once-abandoned "original self."

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's voice no longer had any physical form, it was just a pure wave of thought. He felt that the summoning power was pushing him in a certain direction, and a fear and desire that he had never experienced before intertwined in his heart.

Suddenly, his vision became completely bright, and a dizzying light suddenly burst out like the heart of the Milky Way. Feng Jing's consciousness was almost swallowed by the light. However, the light did not fade away, but instead turned into a huge vortex, at the center of which was a door without boundaries.

Feng Jing passed through the door without hesitation, and instantly, his consciousness was transported into a completely new dimension. This was a completely unfamiliar world, where time passed without a trace, space was unrestricted, and even the existence of matter seemed insignificant. The rules here were completely unknown, and Feng Jing's consciousness drifted in this "ocean" of nothingness, as if he had become the source of all this.

Just as Feng Jing was trying to sort out his thoughts, a voice came from the endless darkness and resounded through his heart: "Feng Jing, welcome back to the origin."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He tried to find the source of the sound, but found that his surroundings were still empty, and everything was completely abstract. The boundaries between light and shadow, existence and nothingness were blurred, and he had almost lost the ability to sense his own existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed once again, and he began to understand that all of time and space were but illusions, virtual scenes created by some powerful being. Perhaps, he was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual, but a fusion of existence and nothingness.

At this moment, Feng Jing's mind suddenly ignited. He suddenly realized that in this boundless void, he had completely broken free from all limitations. He could create, change, and destroy everything. His consciousness was no longer bound by any timeline or physical laws. He had become a "god" in this void. Perhaps more accurately, he was the starting point of the "god", the hub between creation and destruction.

"You are me, and I am you." The voice echoed again, as if it was Feng Jing's self-reaction deep in his heart, responding to his deepest fear and desire.

Feng Jing's mind was no longer bound by anything. His consciousness swept through like a hurricane, destroying all the empty boundaries around him. The concepts of time and space completely collapsed, and all universes and dimensions were violently shaken in Feng Jing's mind.

"I..." Feng Jing suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of clarity. He realized that he wasn't the only one in this void. Perhaps there were countless versions of "Feng Jing" living in different dimensions, and without exception, these Feng Jings were all pursuing an unattainable goal - to find themselves, to find a "world" where they could belong again.

But where exactly is this world?

Feng Jing began to journey through a sea of ​​nothingness, sometimes soaring, sometimes falling. His consciousness traversed countless shattered worlds, and he saw himself entangled with countless characters similar to him yet different in different timelines. He saw worlds that could never be reached, destinies that seemed perfect but were full of cracks.

He saw himself abandoned, forgotten, and even destroyed in countless worlds. He saw all kinds of pain and joy that he had never experienced, as if everything was a dream woven in his unconscious mind, as if the "self" that had never existed had never existed.

Feng Jing suddenly stopped in his tracks. He saw that he was creating a new universe, a brand new world, with himself at the center. He realized that this was not just a cycle of creation and destruction, but the mystery of his own resurrection—he was the origin of this nothingness and the end of this universe.

"You chose resurrection." The voice sounded again, "You chose eternity."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissipated, transforming into endless light and merging into this ocean of nothingness. And the universe he created began to unfold at an indescribable speed, as if endless time and space had condensed into a brand new starting point at this moment.

However, all this does not seem to be over.

Chapter 441: Self-Reinvention and the Rebirth of the Universe