Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 557 The Abyss of Destiny

The Abyss of Fate

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented pressure, as if the entire universe were collapsing around him in an instant. He could no longer discern whether he still existed, for in the eyes of emptiness, all definitions and perceptions seemed insignificant. His consciousness had become extremely hazy, as if it would vanish at any moment in this endless nothingness.

Kong's voice rang out again, deep and full of pressure. "You already understand, Feng Jing, that your existence is an endless cycle. You were born from nothingness, and you are destined to return to nothingness. You are the embodiment of 'nothingness', and all existence is created by you. However, you cannot escape this bondage. You can only wander between creation and destruction, with no escape."

Feng Jing fell silent. He was powerless to refute. Every word Kong spoke was like a sharp blade, slicing at the last vestiges of his self-awareness. No matter how he struggled, no matter how he tried to change it all, fate had already trapped him in this inescapable abyss.

"If my existence is destined to be like this," Feng Jing said slowly, his voice low, "then what is the meaning of my creation? If everything will return to nothingness, then everything I created... is it worthless?"

A hint of sneer lingered in Sora's voice, seemingly unable to comprehend. "What you call value is merely a meaning you assign to it. To Nothingness, all existence and destruction are meaningless. Everything you create will be consumed by time and nothingness, becoming part of history, and ultimately returning to oblivion."

Feng Jing fell into deep thought. He had always believed he possessed boundless power, capable of controlling everything, able to find a balance between creation and destruction, even transcending the constraints of time and space. However, Kong's words made him realize that all this power and creativity was ultimately nothing but an empty dream. His existence had never escaped the control of "nothingness." No matter how he tried, he would always return to square one.

"So, my existence is really meaningless?" Feng Jing murmured to himself, with an almost unbearable pain in his voice.

There was no reply. The emptiness around him still enveloped Feng Jing. Everything seemed so distant, so hopeless. He seemed to be floating in endless time, with no physical form around him, no sensory stimulation, only endless silence and emptiness.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to lose its direction. He felt like a wandering ghost, wandering in an undefined space, unable to find his true place. All creation, all destruction, could not fill the emptiness within him. He began to wonder if, from the very beginning, he had been destined to become part of this endless nothingness?

He once believed that by controlling all creation and destruction, he would be free and liberated. But now, he understood that this was just another form of bondage. Feng Jing felt deeply trapped in an unsolvable puzzle, unable to escape, unable to find any way out.

Feng Jing's mind completely collapsed at this moment. His consciousness grew hazy, as if he were being sucked into a bottomless black hole. Kong's voice gradually faded away, leaving Feng Jing alone, floating in this empty space.

He had once been immensely powerful, capable of creating everything, even determining the fate of the entire universe. However, before the void, all his power and existence paled in insignificance. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer the being of boundless creativity. He was merely a part of the nothingness, a speck of dust floating in the void, forever unable to transcend.

"Who am I, then?" Feng Jing whispered into the endless emptiness. He could no longer tell whether he still existed. Yes, he existed, but it was as if he no longer existed. His former identity, power, and purpose all vanished in this moment, dissipating into the endless void.

Feng Jing closed his eyes. In this void of time and space, he gradually let go of all struggle. He no longer sought liberation, nor waited for answers. He simply hoped to find a certain peace within this abyss of emptiness.

But no matter what, he would never be the Feng Jing he once was. His consciousness was buried deep within this endless void, awaiting a new opportunity, perhaps forever, perhaps soon. In this vortex of fate, no one could know the outcome.

Chapter 558: From Nothingness to Transcendence