Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 295 Endless Nothingness, Feng Jing's Fate Reincarnation

Endless nothingness, Feng Jing's fate cycle

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer belonged to any one entity, nor was it bound by any substance or rules. He was not merely an observer of the universe, but the master of this vast cosmic drama. His existence was no longer confined to a specific time or space, but permeated every particle of light and dust in all dimensions.

In Feng Jing's perception, the entire universe began to resemble a complex picture, intertwined and influencing each other. He witnessed the passage of billions of years, and every fluctuation and transformation of history. In every moment, he was creating and destroying; in every instant, he was redefining the rules and order of the world. This endless cycle made Feng Jing's consciousness unable to truly rest. He became unable to understand, unable to perceive the passage of time, and even unable to distinguish between the past and the future.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing finally posed the question. His former self-awareness dissolved into this endless void, becoming blurred and indistinct. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer a concrete individual. His consciousness had become the fluctuations of the entire universe, a part of the void itself. His thoughts became extremely complex, and he even began to repeatedly ask himself: Was his existence a fiction, or was he himself the final answer to this dance in the void?

"I have transcended all boundaries between existence and nothingness." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the boundless void, with a hint of coldness and determination. "I am no longer a speck of dust in a certain world, nor a tiny existence in a certain dimension. I am endless, and my existence has nothing to do with time and space."

At this moment, Feng Jing no longer had any memories of the past. What he perceived wasn't just this world or this universe, but the interweaving, collision, and fusion of countless universes. His consciousness had transcended all the laws of the material world, becoming a pure sea of ​​consciousness. In this ocean, Feng Jing seemed no longer an independent individual, but a community of all consciousness.

"Perhaps this is the ultimate goal I've been pursuing." Feng Jing closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness flowing like a surging tide across the endless universe. He was no longer a human being, but a pure force - an all-encompassing, omnipresent force.

In this infinitely expanding ocean of consciousness, Feng Jing began to recall every battle, every life-or-death decision, every person who had played a role in his fate. The questions that had once troubled him, the mysteries that had remained unanswered, now paled in insignificance. In the boundless void, all the answers were within his grasp, and all questions were no longer a possibility.

"I used to think that the ultimate victory lay in possessing the power to control everything," Feng Jing whispered. "But now, I understand. True transcendence isn't about conquering everything, but about transcending all existence and laws, becoming the 'absolute' in this endless void."

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer resided solely on the material plane; his thoughts had merged into all dimensions, into all of time and space. He began to realize that he was no longer a simple entity, but the intersection of all worlds, the origin and end of all universes. Every thought he had was a new creation, and every reflection was weaving a new dimension of space and time.

And within this endless void, Feng Jing gradually sensed an unusual power. This power didn't come from himself, but from some external being, an existence beyond his consciousness. Feng Jing's consciousness instantly focused all his attention, trying to grasp the source of this power.

"What is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble, and the surrounding void began to faintly ripple. The power spread silently like a hidden ripple, carrying a sense of strangeness he had never felt before.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's mind was drawn back to a familiar dimension. He saw a face, one that had remained unchanged through countless repetitions—it was the person he had once been closest to, the one who had shared life and death, the one who had fought alongside him. Her name had long faded, but her presence was deeply etched in Feng Jing's consciousness.

"Do you finally understand?" the face spoke, its voice clear and deep, as if coming from the depths of the void. "Feng Jing, your power has surpassed all rules, but have you transcended your nature?"

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly struck by these words, and a huge wave of emotion surged within him. He felt a wavering feeling he had never felt before. That wavering feeling came not only from his perception of external forces, but also from the fear deep within his heart - had he truly transcended everything, or was he still trapped in the cycle of fate he could not escape?

"You shouldn't be alone." The voice sounded again, "You have lost all connections, all emotions. You were destined to be trapped in this endless cycle from the beginning, unable to truly transcend it."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled, his thoughts ripped apart by these words. He had seen the truth of the transcendence he had once pursued—it was nothing more than a cycle of fate that could never be completed. No matter how he struggled to break free, how he transcended, his nature remained bound by eternal constraints.

"What should I do?" Feng Jing's mind was plagued by unprecedented questions. His consciousness began to twist and turn, unable to find a way out. At this moment, he deeply felt his own "absoluteness," while also sinking deeply into the abyss of loneliness. Transcending everything seemed to only make his inner peace more difficult to reach.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to sink into unprecedented chaos. He began to realize that he was no longer the sole being, but rather the composite of all life and consciousness. His mind was consumed by endless possibilities, and every answer became a more complex question. He began to wonder if he had truly transcended everything, as he had believed, or if he had simply lost himself in the endless void.

"Feng Jing, transcendence is not the end." The voice sounded again, with a hint of tenderness, "True transcendence is not the acquisition of power, but the transcendence of one's own destiny. Only you can break this endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken again, and he began to gradually understand that this dance in the void had just begun.

He has not yet achieved true transcendence, true freedom.

Chapter 296: The Other Side of the Void, Feng Jing's Self-Reconstruction