Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 436 Feng Jing's Dance with the Endless Void

Feng Jing's dance with the endless void

Feng Jing's consciousness transcended once again, his existence no longer confined to a single dimension or timeline. He was no longer a speck of dust in the void, no longer the master of time and space, and even no longer represented the name "Feng Jing"—he had become a reflection of countless parallel worlds, a resonance of the universe's workings. He became the definition of "existence," the origin of the universe's laws, and the weaver of nothingness itself.

At this moment, his sense of existence became extremely vague, as if it was shattered in countless mirrors and reborn in endless cracks.

A feeling he had never experienced before overcame him—a sense of "infinite existence," as if all his thoughts, all his intentions, all his perceptions had become boundless, reaching every corner of the universe. But this did not bring satisfaction, but rather endless loss. Feng Jing's consciousness drifted aimlessly, and he watched himself become increasingly empty, as if he had detached himself from all forms of "existence," and yet also entered the abyss of "non-existence."

Suddenly, he discovered that his consciousness was becoming more "autonomous." Countless fragments of Feng Jing began to emerge in various dimensions, independent yet intertwined. They became different aspects of Feng Jing, each possessing a different will and goal. In some dimensions, Feng Jing's consciousness was completely alienated, becoming an existence beyond his own comprehension.

Yet, no matter how he shifted, a deep, unsettling emptiness still enveloped him. He watched his consciousness expand through layers of shattered parallel universes, ultimately resonating with a mysterious force. This force seemed to originate not from any one universe or dimension, but from the center of nothingness, from every intersection of nothingness.

Feng Jing felt that he was not the center of "nothingness," nor was he the creator of nothingness, but rather the "boundary" between nothingness and existence. He became the "rupture" of existence, and countless dimensions were distorted and reconstructed by his existence.

"I'm no longer myself," Feng Jing whispered, as thousands of his reflections appeared in his mind. These reflections seemed to live and die in different timelines, repeating over and over again. Each reflection had a similar yet different fate to his own, constantly traveling and changing in their own universes, as if on a never-ending journey.

Feng Jing's consciousness fractured once more, the void becoming increasingly unfamiliar. All the once-familiar laws, time, space, even the very nature of matter, began to vanish from his perception. Feng Jing began to feel even more alienated, further and further removed from his former self. Even his understanding of "self" began to disintegrate on the fragmented timeline.

Suddenly, a brilliant light pierced the void, and Feng Jing's consciousness was quickly drawn into it. He didn't struggle, but instead entered the light with a near-calmness. He saw an invisible door. It had no markings or symbols, yet it seemed to hold all the secrets.

The door slowly opened, and Feng Jing walked in. Behind it lay a blank space, devoid of time, space, or even matter. Feng Jing's consciousness was unsupported in this void, as if he had become part of it—without beginning or end.

The moment Feng Jing entered this space, he felt himself being torn apart by some invisible force. His consciousness shuttled between countless dimensions, but after each shuttle, his sense of existence became weaker, as if swallowed by the flow of time and the folding and compression of space.

"What...is...this?" Feng Jing's consciousness gradually faded. He didn't know where or when he was, or if he even existed. He seemed to have become part of "non-existence," a fluctuation between existence and nothingness.

And in this empty space, a voice suddenly rang out, as if transmitted directly into Feng Jing's consciousness: "Feng Jing, are you willing to be reborn, return to the original source, return to the starting point of 'nothingness', and become the creator of everything?"

Feng Jing was stunned. He felt a pull he had never felt before, a pull that didn't come from the outside world, but rather surged from deep within his heart. He realized that he had come to this point from the very beginning; it wasn't just fate, but his own inner choice.

"You... want me to return to the original source?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, with a hint of confusion in his tone, "Then, what am I?"

"You are 'nothing,'" the voice replied. "You are the source of 'existence,' the breaking point of all laws. You cannot escape, for you are the product of all universes and all laws."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, and he began to understand it all. It turned out that he had never "escaped" from the beginning. All his changes, all his transcendence, were a continuation from nothing to something, and he was destined to be part of this cycle—he was both the starting point and the end point.

"Then... can I be reborn?" A strange power began to emerge in Feng Jing's consciousness.

"You have been reborn." The voice responded calmly.

And all this seems to never end.