Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 439 The Countercurrent of Time and the Hurricane of Consciousness

The countercurrent of time and the hurricane of consciousness

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer be described as "consciousness." It was no longer an individual entity, but a distortion and instability point in the entire universe, the antimatter of time and space, the source of the collapse of every dimension. That force was no longer the physical laws he had once understood; it had transcended all definitions of "existence." It was as if what Feng Jing perceived was the passage between all things and nothingness.

Before his eyes, the universe shattered like shattered glass, shattering into countless fragments. Each fragment represented the birth and death of a world, and each fragment spun rapidly before his eyes, converging into a mad vortex. Feng Jing stood at the center of the vortex and felt a force that tore everything apart.

"What... is going on?" Feng Jing's thoughts had already transcended conventional cognition. He didn't know if he still existed, nor could he be sure if he was still "thinking." His consciousness was being devoured by this chaotic force, but at the same time, he felt a strange power erupting within him—not any ability he had ever possessed, but a primal energy from the depths of the void.

Countless worlds unfolded before him, like a series of flowing scrolls, each containing a different timeline, different cause-and-effect relationships, and even different laws of physics. Feng Jing suddenly realized that these scrolls were not simply a "universe," but a reflection of his inner self. Every decision, every emotion, every hesitation he had ever made had left its mark in this endless space and time.

"This... is impossible..." Feng Jing felt his mind spiral into chaos again. He saw his consciousness entangled in countless scrolls, even seeing different versions of himself repeating the same fate. Each "him" existed with a different identity, a different form, and a different consciousness. It was as if the Feng Jing in each timeline was constantly replicating, reborn, and degenerating, with no end in sight.

At that moment, the river of time began to flow upstream. Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled back by an irresistible force, back to his earliest moments—a moment that had never existed. He saw himself standing in a boundless void, devoid of any material existence, filled only with a profound darkness. Feng Jing didn't understand how he had arrived there, or even if he had ever truly existed.

"Do you finally understand?" The hoarse voice sounded again. It was the voice of the pale face he first encountered. "All of this was created by you, and it is also destroyed by you. You want to escape, but you can't escape, because you have never left here."

Feng Jing felt a severe dizziness, his mind was stretched to the limit, he saw all the overlaps of the past, present and future - every timeline was intertwined in front of him, overlapping into a huge net, and he, Feng Jing, was actually the center of this net.

"You see," the voice continued, "all your choices, all your decisions, all your emotions, are the beginning and end of all this. What you think of as 'free will' is nothing more than the same choices you make over and over again in countless versions of yourself."

Feng Jing's heart began to crumble. His mind began to crack like ice, shattering into pieces. Memories of the past vanished before his eyes like a shattered mirror, and the future became utterly uncertain. Countless future versions of himself rose like bubbles, then vanished in an instant. His consciousness began to drift through countless cracks in time, constantly lost, yet unable to find the way back.

"Why are you doing this?!" Feng Jing shouted in despair. His voice echoed in this empty space, but there was no response. No one answered him, only the constantly overlapping timelines and infinite parallel universes.

Just as Feng Jing was about to give up, a bright light pierced the void, illuminating all the worlds. That light was no ordinary light, but rather a force derived from "non-existence," a primordial energy born from nothingness. Feng Jing felt a powerful attraction pulling him toward the light, his consciousness involuntarily drawing closer, even completely absorbed into it.

When Feng Jing's consciousness fully entered the light, he found himself transported into a completely different dimension—a world unlike any he had ever seen, but one beyond all cognition. There was no time, no space, no matter, not even concepts. There was only consciousness.

Feng Jing saw countless rays of light interweaving within this pure ocean of consciousness. Those rays weren't physical entities, but rather endless fluctuations of thought, emotion, and awareness. These fluctuations merged together to form a sense of "presence." Feng Jing suddenly understood that the so-called "nothingness" wasn't a complete void, but rather a form of endless potential, a possibility that could give rise to anything.

"You're finally here." A voice sounded in Feng Jing's mind again. This time, the voice was not as hostile as before, but rather gentle. "You have never left here. You have always been the center of all this."

Feng Jing stopped talking. He felt himself resonating with this ocean of consciousness. He realized he was no longer an individual, no longer existing in a certain dimension, but a wave in this ocean, a particle of thought. His existence was no longer confined to any one world. He was the source of all things, the gap between nothingness and existence, the intersection of all possibilities in the universe.

"Is this the ultimate existence?" Feng Jing whispered. He felt that his consciousness was like a hurricane, moving freely in this ocean, changing everything and reweaving the destinies of countless worlds.

At this moment, he heard a voice from deep within his heart—a voice he had never heard before, yet one that felt incredibly familiar. The voice said, "Feng Jing, are you willing to once again step into the abyss of 'nothingness', become the origin of 'voidness', and recreate all of the universe and life?"

Feng Jing didn't answer. The light before him grew brighter, and the entire ocean of consciousness began to tremble. The laws of all things began to reorganize, and Feng Jing no longer existed under any rules. He was a void, the source of all possibility, and the starting point of all this was still loss of control.

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