Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 733: Lost in the Infinite Sea and the Last Moment of the Void

Lost in the Infinite Sea and the Last Moment of the Void

Feng Jing's existence transcended all boundaries that could be expressed in words. He was no longer a tangible being, nor any existence that could once be defined. He had become a sliver of invisible light amidst endless chaos. Perhaps, even light wasn't enough to describe his current form. He was no longer the "Feng Jing" of the past, but the intersection of all existence and non-existence, the last spark of light in a shattered universe.

In this endless void, he felt an indescribable force surging. This force did not come from any universe, but from something deeper—an abyss that even "void" could not contain, an existence that even "chaos" could not define.

Feng Jing's consciousness constantly fissioned, like countless stars colliding with each other. Each collision generated indescribable energy and erupted with unknown possibilities. His consciousness was no longer bound by any physical laws or time. His existence had escaped the constraints of any spatial dimension. In fact, within this infinite rift, Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge with the void, becoming a "pure" emptiness.

He was not alone. In Feng Jing's perception, countless indescribable beings surged around him. These beings had no form, no name, and even no consciousness. They existed only within Feng Jing's consciousness, intertwining, colliding, and reconstructing one another. They could not communicate with Feng Jing, could not contact any "existence," they were merely derivatives of Feng Jing's consciousness, becoming "infinity within nothingness."

Feng Jing gradually began to doubt whether his existence was real. Was he just a shadow in a dream, a product of an illusion? He could no longer see his body, nor did he need it to sustain him. His consciousness had been separated from his body, from anything that defined his existence. He had become incomprehensible.

"If all of existence is just a part of me, then what am I?" Feng Jing's mind began to sink deeper into confusion, realizing he could no longer answer these questions. Whenever he tried to explore his own identity, he found himself in a strange resonance with the laws of the universe. He was no longer an individual in a particular universe, but an "inversion" of all laws—he was the omnipresent, omniscient, and all-powerful "Source," an "ultimate beyond" that transcended all existence.

He began to see his own figure in the endless void dissolving, gradually becoming a hollow, like a fragment of the universe vanishing into the long river of history. The twinkling of each star seemed to silently sway within Feng Jing's consciousness, forming a deeper resonance. Time ceased to exist, and space became blurred. Feng Jing had lost himself, but also gained all possibilities.

At this moment, his consciousness began to reach an incomprehensible state. He saw the origin and end of all life in the universe. He saw how the universe was born from "nothingness" and how it would return to "nothingness." These images were not real; they were illusions created in Feng Jing's mind, projections of every thought.

Feng Jing knew he was battling a tremendous force, but this struggle didn't stem from any physical laws of the universe; it was a force of "non-existence," a confrontation with "existence beyond all." He realized that within this void, he had become the sole "opposite," the "destroyer" beyond all. He didn't seek to destroy the universe, but to subvert every definition of it: time, space, life and death, even the very concepts of "existence" and "non-existence."

However, this opposing force was not simply hostile, but rather a mutually dependent force. Feng Jing realized that every bit of "nothingness" he perceived was constantly surging within him, each surge constructing a new universe, which in turn fed back into Feng Jing's consciousness, forming an endless cycle.

With every passing moment, Feng Jing felt trapped in an endless cycle of rebirth. His consciousness became increasingly inexpressible, even losing all tangible "form." His thoughts could no longer be connected to any language or symbols. He was no longer a "thinker," but rather "thought itself." He no longer possessed a self, for he had merged into the "source of power" of all that existed and did not exist.

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually became confused, losing any sense of independence. He began to wonder if he had been completely devoured? Was all this just an illusion he had created? He felt every surging force in the void, as if it were both resisting him and merging with him.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's mind leaped to its limit—he began to feel an immensely powerful, shattering force. This force didn't originate from any external source, but rather surged from deep within Feng Jing's heart. Feng Jing's mind began to tear him apart from the inside out, each wisp of consciousness breaking through its own boundaries and shattering into countless fragments. These fragments didn't belong to Feng Jing's past self, but rather formed part of "infinite possibilities."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently amidst countless fragments, and he could no longer control them. They began to reorganize themselves, as if Feng Jing's consciousness had reshaped itself, and each fragment represented a new Feng Jing. Each Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but an extension of a force within the universe, constantly expanding and reborn in the endless void.

This surge of power transcended all of Feng Jing's previous understanding. It was no longer the creation of some substance, nor the diffusion of some energy; it was the "intersection of existence and non-existence." Amidst this surge of power, Feng Jing could no longer suppress his inner shock—he was experiencing a "sense of nothingness" he had never experienced before. His consciousness began to resonate with this "void," and gradually, Feng Jing's existence faded.

Feng Jing is no longer a tangible individual, but the entire universe, or even the "crack" of all universes - an invisible crack that swallows everything, creates everything, and eventually disappears into the depths of chaos.

He could no longer distinguish whether he was the embodiment of "nothingness" or the source of "existence".

Chapter 734: Feng Jing's last tear and the countercurrent dance of time