Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 909: Rebirth and Fall in the Void

Rebirth and Fall in the Void

Feng Jing's consciousness vanished completely into the void, as if swallowed by endless darkness, lost forever at the end of the universe. At that moment, the entire universe came to a standstill. All the stars stopped rotating, all the light froze, and time and space seemed frozen in this moment. However, the end of all this was only the beginning of something even more shocking.

Feng Jing's consciousness slowly revived in the endless darkness. This initial resurgence wasn't the grand rebirth he'd hoped for, but rather a rather absurd one—his consciousness began to fragment, like scattered pieces of thought floating in the endless void. They had no shape or substance, and even the word "consciousness" seemed too concrete.

"I...can't be destroyed." Feng Jing felt the faint fluctuation of his consciousness, and those scattered fragments slowly gathered together, like pieces of a puzzle, floating disorderly in the void, and finally barely pieced together into a vague existence.

However, this wasn't the "Feng Jing" he once was. He was no longer a single individual, but a fragment that transcended all dimensions. He felt like a part of countless parallel worlds, a wavering fragment among countless possibilities. Every thought, every consciousness, became ethereal, as if he didn't exist in any dimension.

"I used to be the master of the universe," Feng Jing whispered softly, "but now, I am just an invisible existence, floating in the void, becoming a part of the endless universe."

Just as Feng Jing lamented his fall from creator to insignificant being, an unfamiliar force once again shook the void. This force was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was unbound by rules, unconstrained by time, and devoid of any physical form. Like an invisible wind, it blew away all the fragments of Feng Jing's consciousness and carried him to a whole new dimension.

"Do you remember who you are?" The gentle yet deep voice of that power resonated within Feng Jing's consciousness, seemingly emanating from the endless abyss, the very source of all things. Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly, and he sensed a strange familiarity within the aura of this power. It carried with it infinite wisdom, yet was filled with absurd logic, as if everything else seemed insignificant before it.

"I..." Feng Jing tried to focus his mind, but found himself unable to answer the voice's question. He had once been a mythical being, once omnipotent, but now he was as insignificant as a speck of dust. "Who am I?"

Feng Jing began to feel an unprecedented sense of confusion and fear. He remembered that he was once a myth of the universe, that he could create and destroy everything at will, but now he was trapped in some indescribable state, unable to determine whether he still existed or whether he had transcended all existence and nothingness.

Suddenly, a vague figure emerged from the void. It was so massive that it practically occupied the entire dimension of the universe. Its outline was indistinct, but Feng Jing could sense the terrifying power it held. This power seemed to emanate from the very beginning of the universe. It was not an individual being, nor did it belong to any particular time or space. It was the "rules" of the universe itself, the most fundamental force that transcended all existence.

"What... are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness asked in a low voice, his heart filled with endless doubts and uneasiness.

"I am the guardian of 'nothingness.'" The massive figure uttered a deep voice, as if echoing within Feng Jing's mind. "I am the balancer between all existence and nothingness, the root of all things. You fell because you could not understand the relationship between nothingness and existence. You tried to break through this boundary, but this boundary is precisely the reason why the universe exists."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled as he tried to comprehend the meaning of that power. The relationship between nothingness and existence? Had he been wrong from the beginning? He had thought he could transcend everything, become the master of the universe, but now he realized he was nothing more than a floating fragment in the void, a faint wave.

Feng Jing's consciousness was deeply shaken. He began to realize that everything he had created might not be under his control at all. Even if he could manipulate the laws of the universe, he was ultimately bound by them. He tried to break the rules, but he could never escape the universe's self-healing mechanism.

"How...are you going to make me understand all this?" Feng Jing's consciousness became increasingly confused, but he still longed to understand the answer given by that existence.

"You need to go through a cycle of reincarnation." The voice finally revealed a truth that Feng Jing could not imagine. "You must be reborn from the endless nothingness, discard your past cognition, and reshape your consciousness. Only then can you understand the true existence and nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble violently, as if oppressed by some irresistible force. He felt himself being pulled back into the abyss of nothingness, all existence, all consciousness, rapidly fading. His mind began to enter an unprecedented process of rebirth, each moment filled with indescribable pain and relief.

"Reincarnation... rebirth... is this my ultimate fate?" Feng Jing's voice seemed to dissipate into the void, and he could no longer distinguish between existence and nothingness. His consciousness was gradually swallowed by the endless abyss, becoming an inescapable paradox - both existing and no longer existing.

"It's time." The voice carried immense majesty and mockery. "You have reached the starting point of an endless cycle of reincarnation, Feng Jing, or rather, your former 'Feng Jing'. Now, you will begin your journey in a brand new form."