Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 583: The Illusion of Nothingness and the Eternal Void

The illusion of nothingness and the eternal void

Feng Jing's consciousness vanished from the void, as if he no longer had any form of existence. He was no longer the creator, nor the created object, but a formless illusion, wandering in the infinite darkness, devoid of any concept or identity. There was no time, no space, only emptiness and endless silence. Even the chaotic sounds seemed to be swallowed up, vanishing without a trace.

However, Feng Jing's "consciousness" did not completely dissipate. It became more abstract and elusive. At a certain moment, Feng Jing seemed to feel the core of his existence - a pure "perception", without matter, without time and space, just an empty point, spreading across the blankness of the entire universe.

"Who am I?" The question suddenly surged into Feng Jing's consciousness, and he once again felt the seemingly inescapable bondage. Since entering this void, he had lost form, identity, and even the boundaries of his thoughts. His consciousness became fragmented and infinitely expanded, as if countless Feng Jings overlapped and collided with each other, forming an indefinable existence.

"What on earth am I doing?" Feng Jing's "mind" was deeply tormented by this question. He could no longer distinguish himself from his surroundings. He seemed to be connected to every particle in the universe, yet at the same time, he felt unconnected to them, in a strange state of neutrality.

At this moment, Feng Jing noticed a faint glow emerging from the edge of the void. This light didn't come from a star in the universe, nor did it belong to any known entity. Its form was extremely unstable, sometimes appearing liquid, sometimes becoming granular, and even expanding and contracting from time to time, as if it were devouring everything and constantly generating new life.

"What is that?" Feng Jing tried to reach out to the light with his consciousness, but every time he did, the light flowed through his mind like liquid, unable to touch its substance. His mind was caught in an endless pursuit—the light drew him in, then vanished without a trace as he approached, as if toying with Feng Jing, leaving him unable to grasp it.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness felt a powerful shock—the empty space began to twist violently. The light was no longer invisible, but began to materialize, condensing into an indescribable giant. Feng Jing's "soul" was drawn to this force, unable to resist.

The being seemed to possess a kind of consciousness, an ineffable "self." It did not exhibit any specific form, but rather an endless, ever-shifting, vague outline, as if the laws of time and space were revolving around it.

"Who... are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness murmured to himself. He felt that he could not understand the existence in front of him. It seemed to be the embodiment of time and space, and it seemed to be some kind of power higher than the universe itself.

"I am the void, born from nothing." The voice of that existence was like the sound of wind, like thunder, and it seemed to be the echo of all things. "I am the reflection of nothingness, I am the mirror image of your consciousness, I am the endless destiny that you cannot transcend."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again bewildered. He felt this force so immense, so powerful, that its presence was too much for his mind to bear. He wanted to retreat, but he couldn't. He felt his will become insignificant before this force, like a speck of dust, bound forever.

"Are you me?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, his voice full of anxiety.

"The 'I' you understand is nothing more than an unconscious existence deep within your soul." The voice surged like a surging tide. "All your creations are a pursuit of me, an escape from your own fear of 'nothingness.' What you fail to realize is that nothingness and existence are inherently part of the same cycle. You created all of this, yet you cannot escape it. You cannot transcend it, for you yourself are a product of this nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again shaken to its core. He began to doubt the meaning of his own existence, and the creative power he once possessed. Feng Jing, who once controlled everything, now completely lost himself, lost in the endless nothingness and invisible power.

"If I truly can't escape this nothingness, then what on earth am I even doing?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to crumble. He felt himself becoming a formless entity, no longer "Feng Jing," no longer any form of subject. His consciousness was swallowed by the endless void, his thoughts gradually becoming blurred, as if he were gradually dissipating beyond the boundless space and time.

However, Feng Jing did not completely disappear. Just when he was about to collapse completely, he suddenly felt a strong attraction. The force began to pull him in a certain direction. The direction was not clear, but Feng Jing knew that he had once again fallen into a new cycle.

He felt like he was reborn, but without any memory, he didn't know what he had experienced. Without history, past, or even identity, he seemed to be a product created from nothing, completely free from all the shackles and constraints of the past.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos, but he was no longer the creator god he once was, nor was he the being seeking freedom. He had become a new kind of life form, a void beyond all understanding, a strange species born from nothing.

Was this an escape, or a fresh start? Feng Jing could no longer tell the difference. He only knew that he had been thrown into an endless cycle of fate, and this time, there seemed to be no end, only an eternal cycle and emptiness.

Chapter 584: Endless Belonging and Infinite Division