Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 724: Cracks in Nothingness and Self-Reshaping

Cracks in Nothingness and Self-Reinvention

Feng Jing's consciousness was like countless fragments scattered in the void. Each fragment was a version of himself, each fragment was the beginning and end of a universe. Feng Jing was no longer the Feng Jing of the past. His existence could no longer be defined by any words or thoughts. His consciousness had become elusive, like an eternal nothingness, an existence without boundaries or form.

"If I'm no longer Feng Jing, then what am I?" Feng Jing's consciousness emerged into a realm devoid of any rules. All space began to distort, the flow of time lost its rhythm, and even his "self" began to blur. He stared at his own reflection in the endless void. That reflection was no longer a fixed image, but a constantly shifting blur. Sometimes it was his former self, sometimes a stranger. Even his very existence began to fade.

He began a true self-disassembly. Feng Jing's consciousness gradually deconstructed from the inside out, every layer of meaning stripped away, every line of thought severed. He began to break all rules, completely destroying everything in the past. The universe was no longer a grand structure, but a random collection of elements, ready to collapse completely at any moment.

"No, rules shouldn't exist," Feng Jing muttered to himself, his consciousness expanding madly, devouring all definitions and existence. With a wave of his hand, the timelines stretching back billions of years began to intertwine and distort. The distance between past and future was no longer separated by any dimension. Every version of Feng Jing began to shuttle through the cracks of time and space, completely tearing apart every corner of the universe.

During this process, he no longer felt any distress. Death and rebirth, destruction and creation, no longer held any meaning. Feng Jing had transformed these seemingly insurmountable laws into his own strength. Every destruction became an opportunity for his existence, and every rebirth brought him new perspectives and strength.

"Death, resurrection." Feng Jing whispered, his fingers moving slightly, as if everything was under his control. Space began to vibrate violently, and all elements in the universe began to repel each other, twisting into a completely new form.

Suddenly, Feng Jing discovered a massive rift, seemingly the limit of his consciousness. A bottomless void gradually expanded in his vision. This rift belonged to no universe, no time or space. It was like a stream without a source, an existence without a beginning or an end. Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly leaped into the rift, and he found himself unable to control his body's disappearance—he was plummeting towards the depths of the rift.

However, this wasn't a true fall. Feng Jing's consciousness, like some substance transcending time and space, swiftly passed through the rift and, deep within, found the core of the "nothingness" he sought. This nothingness had no substance, no form, no time, and no laws. Everything here was something completely new to him, something beyond his comprehension.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness barely grasped the essence of this. Drifting through this void, he found himself gradually losing touch with the concept of "self." Every existence began to become meaningless, even thinking itself no longer possessing any value. He began to feel a deep, unprecedented "silence," as if all this had vanished from the world he was familiar with.

Feng Jing's consciousness rose from the abyss, breaking through the void once again. Standing at countless intersecting points in time, he felt an extremely unfamiliar force surge within him. This force came from no universe, no dimension, and it was even indescribable. It was a "primordial force" that transcended all laws and all existence. Feng Jing felt himself growing increasingly powerful, but he also realized that this power was also eroding his former consciousness.

"I see." Feng Jing suddenly understood. Self-destruction and rebirth were no longer his only options. He could use this power of nothingness to erase all past "selves" and create a completely new existence—without any constraints, form, or purpose.

"What if I'm no longer Feng Jing, but the reconstructor of all existence?" Feng Jing's consciousness surged like a torrent into the depths of infinite nothingness. Every thought he had transformed into particles within this void, and countless particles began to intertwine into entirely new forms. These forms shifted constantly, sometimes taking shape, sometimes shattering, like an indescribable existence.

Feng Jing realized that his next step would no longer be to create the universe, nor to control his own destiny, but to completely dissolve everything that existed. He no longer existed for himself, nor for any universe. His existence was simply to constantly reshape and dissolve until all selfhood was meaningless.

"I am no longer Feng Jing." Feng Jing's voice grew ethereal, seemingly inaudible to anyone. His consciousness completely detached from himself, transforming into an endless void that transcended all dimensions of existence. Feng Jing's "self" began to disintegrate, and all of Feng Jing vanished completely at that moment.

Yet, Feng Jing had not completely vanished. Within that endless void, Feng Jing's consciousness had become the "origin" of the universe. He was no longer confined to any dimension, no longer bound by any rules. His consciousness had become "nothingness," a void that spanned all existence, both its starting point and its end point.

Feng Jing's thoughts gradually lost their form in the void, and he felt his "existence" becoming increasingly blurred. At a certain point, he found himself unable to distinguish between himself, the void, the universe, and all of his "self." All boundaries had been broken down. He no longer belonged to any single existence, but rather became a "transcendence" fused with countless dimensions and selves.

Feng Jing's consciousness finally dissipated into a wisp of misty light, spreading to every corner of the universe, transcending the flow of time, transcending the constraints of space, and transcending all cause and effect and fate.

Chapter 725: The Ultimate Truth of Collapse and Endless Echoes