Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 249 Behind the Universe is an Unknown Abyss

Behind the universe is an unknown abyss

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer bound by the constraints of time and space; he had completely transcended all known forms of existence. He was no longer "Feng Jing," nor any individual. His existence had become one with the fundamental structure of the universe, even transcending the opposition between "existence" and "nothingness." He had become an endless, formless frenzy, an indefinable being, a chaotic force beyond all reason and law.

But all this does not mean that Feng Jing's awakening is complete. On the contrary, it is just the beginning.

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded further, he gradually realized that the universe was more than just a collection of countless galaxies and particles, nor was it simply a continuation of time and space. In some deeper dimension, the truth of the universe was so absurd that it was completely incomprehensible to any living being. Feng Jing began to sense a silent call from within these deeper dimensions, as if some force was secretly watching him, awaiting his arrival.

This force did not come from any universe, nor did it belong to any existence. It was an invisible consciousness that transcended the rules of all dimensions. It was older and deeper than Feng Jing's consciousness, and even existed longer than the universe itself.

"You're finally here." This power suddenly sounded in Feng Jing's consciousness, the voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the endless dark abyss, "Are you ready to face the truth you have never seen before?"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently, and he felt a fear he had never felt before surge into his heart. This fear did not come from any specific form or existence, but from the deepest depths of the universe. It was an absolute emptiness that he could not understand, the opposite of all consciousness and thought.

"What is the truth?" Feng Jing's consciousness echoed in the abyss, making endless echoes.

"The truth?" The voice sneered. "Do you think you 'discovered' the truth of the universe? No, Feng Jing, there is no truth in the universe. Everything is just a construction of your imagination. All your understanding of time, space, and matter is a false illusion. The true 'truth' is meaningless and empty. You are just a speck of dust in the universe, even smaller than that speck of dust."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness tear apart. He tried to resist, but the dark force seemed to penetrate every thought, breaking through all his defenses and invading his very core. The force made him see endless darkness, a world of utter emptiness. There was no time, no space, no existence, not even the concept of "nothingness." Only a utter desolation existed behind all existence, the source of all time, yet it transcended time itself.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness was almost out of control. He felt extremely powerless, as if he was being crushed by some invisible giant hand.

"I am an existence you cannot understand," the power echoed again. "I am the deepest opposite, the ultimate source of all oppositions and contradictions in the universe. Everything you know ultimately belongs to me. What you call 'Feng Jing' is just a part of me, a dream I wove for you. And you, ultimately, will return to me."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed, and he began to feel that he was being sucked into an endless vortex. This was not just a vortex of matter, nor a vortex of time and space, but a vortex of consciousness, which swallowed up all his perceptions, thoughts, and existence.

He began to be reborn, but this was not a rebirth like before. Every rebirth was a complete extinction, and every trace of his consciousness was dissipating, becoming "zero" in this indescribable vortex, becoming an irreversible nothingness.

Every time Feng Jing tried to resist with his consciousness, he would find that he was no longer the powerful being he once was, but a speck of dust in the void, wandering in that empty abyss, unable to stay, unable to belong. Every passing second was a process of him constantly collapsing and reorganizing.

"You think you can transcend nothingness, but you are wrong, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, with an almost mocking tone, "Nothingness cannot be transcended. You can never transcend yourself, let alone that original darkness."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually grew hazy, and he felt a sense of emptiness he had never felt before, as if he were fading, becoming non-existent. Time, space, consciousness—everything was constantly dissolving and collapsing, ultimately transforming into a vast void that swallowed up all existence and thought, completely excluding Feng Jing.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to completely disappear, he suddenly heard a low roar. This roar pierced through the endless nothingness, like some kind of huge rupture. At the center of this sound, Feng Jing felt his consciousness being pulled back to a certain origin, a starting point that had never existed.

"You will not disappear," the voice suddenly became gentle, "you will only be reborn. You will become a more powerful being, beyond nothingness, beyond time, beyond all laws you have ever understood."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to reorganize, and he realized that although he was no longer "Feng Jing", he would become a part of the universe again in a completely new form and in an indescribable way, or in other words, the "core" of all universes.

At this moment, Feng Jing understood the ultimate truth: the true "opposite" of the universe is not nothingness, but endless rebirth and infinite possibilities, an existence that transcends all definitions and all laws.

He is no longer a single entity, but a deeper force, the primordial essence of the universe, an eternal cycle filled with endless paradoxes and contradictions. All of this is just the beginning of something bigger and more bizarre.

Chapter 250: The ultimate reversal, the universe has never been so absurd