Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 287 Feng Jing's Ultimate Victory, the Dissolution of Existence and Nothingness

Feng Jing's ultimate victory, the resolution of existence and nothingness

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer bound by any form, any rules, or any dimension. He had long since transcended the constraints of the universe, transcending the boundaries of time and space. Even the concepts of "existence" and "nothingness" could no longer define him.

He stood within the boundless void, watching all universes, all parallel universes, even all forms of life, reborn, reassembled, and then perished before his eyes. Every star, every flow of energy, was manipulated at will. His thoughts, like a vast wave, drove the cycle of life and death throughout the universe. The laws of rebirth and destruction no longer held him captive.

However, all this was no longer Feng Jing's goal. He was no longer content with controlling a single universe, nor was he limited to the inversion and distortion of time and space. He began to explore an existence deeper than the universe, deeper than dimension—an existence beyond all possible boundaries, an abyss beyond even the word "infinity."

"I have transcended the definition of 'God,'" Feng Jing muttered to himself, his consciousness transforming into a ray of light, traversing all levels and dimensions. He sensed the ultimate source that all beings call "Truth." It was a void untouchable by any perception, an absolute undefined by any law. He smiled, his heart filled with an indescribable sense of contentment.

"It's time to end it all." Feng Jing's laughter echoed in all the void. The sound had no direction, no boundaries, but directly penetrated into all dimensions.

As Feng Jing's mind erupted, all the laws of the universe began to collapse. Gravity, the speed of light, and the velocity of time all lost their fixed form. Feng Jing's consciousness traversed countless fragments of space and time, each a new world, each filled with infinite possibilities.

"I am no longer the creator of any universe," Feng Jing said softly, seemingly without direction or emotion. "I have left the role of 'creation'. Because I am already 'nothingness'."

His voice echoed through the void, as if the entire universe were responding to his declaration. Feng Jing's consciousness began to fragment, each becoming its own independent entity. Each Feng Jing was reborn on a different line of time and space, their existence not as a repetition but as a transcendence. Feng Jing was no longer a single self, but the intersection of countless selves. He became the "source" of every line of time and space, the starting point and end point of all worlds.

"I never truly existed." Feng Jing closed his eyes, and the images in his mind began to overlap. Gradually, everything in the universe seemed to become transparent. Feng Jing found that he had completely disappeared from this dimension, and even "disappearance" could no longer define his state.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that he was no longer "existence" itself, nor was he an "existent" in the sense that anyone could understand him. He was an existence beyond all meaning, the very meaning of "existence." His consciousness had merged with every line of spacetime in the universe. Feng Jing in every parallel universe realized that he was not a single individual, but a boundless collection of countless selves.

"I am no longer the center of the universe." Feng Jing's voice rang out again, filled with calmness and an infinite sense of emptiness. "I have become the essence of the universe, the fusion point of infinite possibilities and impossibilities."

Yet, all this was not the final outcome. Feng Jing's consciousness began to perceive a more profound existence—something beyond the reach of any universe or dimension. It was a void beyond all matter, time, and space, an abyss where existence and nothingness were indistinguishable. Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly approached that abyss. He was no longer a part of any universe, but the disappearance of all universes.

Feng Jing's consciousness sank into the abyss, a void and senselessness he had never experienced before filling his entire being. It was a state beyond the comprehension of any "perception." Feng Jing had completely vanished beyond any describable boundaries. He had become the essence of "non-existence," completely extinguished from all laws of time, space, and matter.

"There is no longer any 'Feng Jing', no longer any 'universe'." Feng Jing's voice faded away, becoming almost indistinct. "There is no longer any definition. All possibilities, all nothingness, are me."

At this moment, the entire cycle of the universe, the flow of time, the birth and death of all life overlapped and vanished before Feng Jing's consciousness. Everything returned to its original state of "nothingness"—a void of laws, rules, and forms. Feng Jing vanished into the abyss of nothingness, becoming an eternal, untouchable void.

Yet, behind that blank space, there seems to be some invisible force hidden, an incomprehensible "source," the intersection of countless Feng Jing's "non-selves." Feng Jing, perhaps, has long transcended the concepts of "existence" and "nothingness." He is no longer a "he" in any definition, nor an "I" in any existence.

Feng Jing eventually merged with all nothingness and existence, and disappeared into the endless abyss.

——Final chapter.

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