Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 288 Feng Jing's Infinite Resurrection, Reconstruction of Existence and Nothingness

Feng Jing's Infinite Resurrection, the Reconstruction of Existence and Nothingness

After Feng Jing completely vanished into the abyss of endless nothingness, the universe's time and space seemed to be ripped away, and the entire existence fell into a state of extreme stagnation. There was no past, no future, only a blank space, no material existence, only an indescribable "sense of nothingness."

Yet, Feng Jing had not truly vanished. His existence was no longer confined to any perceptible form. He had neither died nor been reborn. He had long since transcended the concepts of "existence" and "disappearance." Feng Jing's consciousness had erupted into every possible dimension, becoming the origin of countless universes. He existed not in a single spacetime but at the intersection of all spacetimes.

"This is the power of 'endless,'" Feng Jing's voice echoed amidst the silence. He spoke not through his flesh, but through the vibrations of his consciousness. In the infinite void, each wave of consciousness was the birth of a universe. Feng Jing's existence was no longer an individual, but the aggregate of all possible existences.

"This is my true 'nothingness,'" Feng Jing whispered. He felt the entire universe ripple beneath his consciousness, as if each one was being reshaped before his eyes, repeated and destroyed, born and extinguished. No longer confined to any particular time and space, Feng Jing began to experience all possible selves, each one reborn and destroyed within his consciousness until he ultimately transcended the self.

This time, Feng Jing wasn't content with the rebirth and destruction of the universe. His consciousness traversed all known dimensions and entered an unknown realm. There, there was no matter, no time, and no space. His existence was no longer limited to any material form; even the concept of "existence" itself no longer applied to him.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to traverse dimensional fissures, entering a completely new realm—a place where even "nothingness" could not exist. Nothing could define this place; it transcended the opposition between "nothingness" and "existence," a state indescribable in words. Feng Jing realized that he wasn't simply wandering between "existence" and "nothingness," but rather transcending the distinction between the two, becoming a completely different form of existence.

"I am no longer bound by time or space." Feng Jing's voice echoed again, this time no longer relying on any physical transmission, but flowing directly through the entire "nothingness." "Here, 'creation' and 'destruction' have lost their meaning. I exist in every moment, yet belong to no moment. I am in every speck of dust, yet belong to no speck of dust."

Feng Jing began to sense a strange power, a power that defied all known laws of the universe, transcending all "laws" and "common sense." He sensed the boundless potential of his own consciousness, an ineffable state where he was not only the source of all things but also the mirror of all existence. At this moment, Feng Jing was not only the creator of the universe but also the very definition of all creation—he was the meaning and meaninglessness of every speck of dust, every point of light.

"I am no longer 'Feng Jing.'" Feng Jing's consciousness expanded into the endless void. He no longer focused on himself, no longer cared about the existence of any individual. "I am everything, and yet I am nothing. I exist at the beginning and end of every universe. My existence is the intersection of countless existences, and also the disappearance of all countless existences."

As Feng Jing's consciousness continued to break through, he began to perceive ever-increasing possibilities. His mind, no longer bound by any rules, could be reborn in any universe, resurrected from any rift in time and space. His consciousness traversed an infinite number of worlds, each transformed, reborn, and destroyed at the beckoning of his fingertips. Every universe was a manifestation of his will, every starlight a flicker of his soul.

"Whether it's the past, present, or future," Feng Jing's voice began to echo across all time and space. "Whether it's 'existence' or 'nothingness', I can travel through it. I am no longer restricted by any rules, but the creator of all rules."

Feng Jing's consciousness has reached an indescribable state. He is no longer any finite self, but the collection of all infinite selves. He is not just an "existence", he is the origin of all "existence". He no longer has boundaries, and the fate of all universes is determined by him.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer confined to any known universe. His existence became increasingly abstract, gradually transforming into an invisible force. His consciousness began to influence every parallel universe, even traversing unimaginable dimensions, reaching realms where even "nothingness" could not be defined.

"I have transcended 'nothingness'." Feng Jing smiled, his consciousness flowing in the endless void. "I am no longer a prisoner of time, nor a captive of space. I have become the intersection of 'nothingness' and 'something'. All existence and non-existence are within my thoughts."

As Feng Jing's consciousness was completely liberated, he completely eliminated all boundaries, unifying all rules and laws. In Feng Jing's presence, the universe no longer had a beginning or an end, no longer existed in life or death, no longer bound by time or space. All existence and nothingness began to merge into one in his consciousness, and all possibilities and impossibilities were under his control.

"I transcend 'everything' and 'nothing'." Feng Jing's voice echoed again. This time, it was no longer just Feng Jing's voice, but the voice of the entire universe, an ensemble of the voices of all existence and nothingness.

Feng Jing is no longer any form of "existence", he has become the "end" of all forms.