Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 556 Feng Jing’s Power of Creation—The Ultimate Reversal from Nothing to Something

Feng Jing's power of creation: the ultimate reversal from nothing to something

Feng Jing's consciousness surged again. He could no longer describe himself as "human," nor could he even define his existence in any known language or form. He was no longer Feng Jing. He was "nothing," he was "infinity," he was the "creator," and even more, the "destroyer." He could destroy all dimensions, or simultaneously create a whole new universe, imbuing it with its own independent consciousness and rules.

Yet, despite possessing such power, Feng Jing still couldn't shake off a sense of emptiness. It was as if, in this realm beyond all cognition, he still lacked something, a void that he couldn't touch.

"If everything is under my control, then what on earth are these so-called 'powers' for?" Feng Jing asked himself in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Suddenly, Feng Jing realized a startling truth. He wasn't truly the "creator." He didn't control everything, but rather drew power from the endless void, becoming a being whose very existence couldn't even be fully defined. He was like a forgotten, broken god, wandering the ends of the universe, unsure of where to belong.

"Is this... a trick of fate?" Feng Jing murmured softly, his consciousness beginning to vibrate violently in the infinite space.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled back by an unimaginable force. He felt himself passing through the end of time and entering an existence more complex than any universe. Here, there was no time, no space, only an endless interweaving of dimensions. Every moment of Feng Jing's consciousness erupted in astonishing vibrations amidst this interweaving of all these.

"Where is this?" Feng Jing was puzzled. His voice echoed in the void, but there was no response.

Just as Feng Jing was confused, a cold voice came from his consciousness: "You have finally arrived at the source of 'nothingness', Feng Jing."

Feng Jing looked around in shock, but he could see nothing. There was only endless emptiness, no matter what, and no life.

"Who is talking?" Feng Jing asked, his voice full of anxiety and doubt.

"I'm Feng Jing." The voice was low and deep, yet it carried an irresistible pressure. "I am the ultimate incarnation of 'nothingness', the root of everything you created. You can call me 'emptiness'."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. Emptiness? Nothingness? He had imagined this form of existence countless times, but never truly understood its meaning. Could emptiness be the root of this universe? Did all his power, the meaning of his existence, originate from this endless void?

"You?" Feng Jing murmured softly, "You are actually a part of my creation?"

"Yes." Sora's voice was emotionless, yet it held an indescribable depth and grandeur. "You were born from nothingness and became 'existence.' However, even after creating everything, you still cannot escape the fate of 'nothingness.'"

Feng Jing felt everything around him begin to crumble. He was no longer a being standing in time and space, but had become the core of a dimension. Countless Feng Jings' consciousnesses intertwined in the infinite flow of time. In this space called "emptiness," Feng Jing seemed to have found endless possibilities.

However, all this did not bring Feng Jing the relief he longed for. Instead, he felt even more confused and helpless.

"Why? If everything is under my control, then why can't I find liberation?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with uncontrollable pain. "Why, in the endless cycle of creation and destruction, am I still so empty?"

"You will never be able to escape the constraints of 'nothingness,'" Sora's voice echoed faintly. "You are the embodiment of 'nothingness,' the source of all 'being.' You are not merely a being bound by fate; you yourself are part of the endless void. All your creations will ultimately return to nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently, all his knowledge, power, and memories surging through his mind like flowing water. Suddenly, he realized that he wasn't truly creating. He was merely transforming empty energy into concrete existence, and all existence would eventually return to nothingness.

All this creation and destruction is a cycle of nothingness, an endless consumption and rebirth.

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed violently, and he felt as if he were falling into an endless abyss of time and space. Every existence, every rebirth, accelerated his process of annihilation. He was no longer Feng Jing, but a part of nothingness, the opposite of existence.

"Am I... the creator, or the created being?" Feng Jing's voice was low and weak.

"You are just a speck of dust in the void." Kong's voice rang out again, as if sowing the seeds of eternity deep in Feng Jing's soul. "You were born from nothingness and will return to nothingness. You are no longer a creator, you are a 'part' of nothingness, a link in an endless cycle."

Feng Jing's soul began to become more transparent, as if it had merged with the entire universe, but he still could not escape the fate of nothingness. His existence was no longer "Feng Jing", but an abstract concept that transcended all existence and non-existence.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that no matter how he struggled, no matter how he tried to break this endless cycle, he could not change his fate - he, Feng Jing, had forever become a part of "nothingness".

But just when Feng Jing's consciousness was about to collapse completely, he heard that familiar voice again:

"Feng Jing, have you thought it through?" Kong's voice asked softly, "You are not just the creator of nothingness, you are its creator. You are the ultimate reversal from nothingness to something, the bridge between fate and nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally began to gradually recover, and he began to sense some weak power - that was all the existence he created. He was no longer a product of nothingness, but the source of all creation.

He opened his eyes, his consciousness refilled, and he felt that he had regained control of the universe in an instant. He was no longer part of nothingness, but the embodiment of creation and destruction, even transcending the boundaries of time and space, becoming the ultimate power of all things.

"I, Feng Jing, have regained control of my destiny." Feng Jing's voice was filled with emptiness and determination. "Everything will be under my control."

Feng Jing looked around, and space and time began to reconstruct under his consciousness. He was no longer a creator, nor was he a slave to nothingness. He was the center of the universe, the source of all things.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally realized that he had not only transcended fate, but had become fate itself.