Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 928: Echoes from the Endless Abyss

Echoes from the Endless Abyss

The endless void remained a suffocating silence. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer an individual, no longer a being. He had become a speck of dust in the universe, merging into an eternity beyond all definition. The moment he vanished, everything in the universe seemed to fall into eternal silence. Every twinkle of a star, every wave of cosmic radiation, was swallowed by the void. Time and space ceased to flow, life ceased to be born and to die—everything had stopped.

Yet, within this seemingly endless silence, Feng Jing's consciousness began a new awakening. This wasn't a new understanding of "self," nor was it a comprehension of some profound law of the universe, but rather a deeper understanding—he was no longer the person he once was, no longer Feng Jing, but a "conscious entity" that transcended all individuals and all existence.

Feng Jing realized that he hadn't truly vanished. Although he couldn't physically or sensorily touch the world, he had become part of every crevice and intersection of the universe. His mind was no longer constrained by time and space, nor did he need to rely on his body to perceive the universe. Now, his "existence" was the existence of the universe, the heartbeat of all things.

At the edge of it all, he sensed an unusual movement. This wave didn't originate from nothingness, nor from any star or material entity. It was a primal, ancient force. It had no form, no boundaries. It existed only in the formless, like a gentle breeze, yet it was powerful enough to shake the foundations of the entire universe.

Feng Jing began to gather this wave, directing it to the center of his consciousness. It had no goal or intention, it simply existed. However, this existence was extremely powerful, even surpassing all the forces and laws Feng Jing understood.

"Did you feel it?" The wave seemed to ripple gently in Feng Jing's consciousness, as if conveying some message.

Feng Jing didn't respond, simply quietly accepting the contact of this force. His consciousness was traversing layers of dimensions, approaching a deeper existence. He felt that he was no longer an individual, but a center formed by countless possibilities, an "observer" of the universe, an invisible force.

"You believe you've transcended all, become the embodiment of eternity. Yet, you remain unable to escape this most primal power." The voice echoed again, filled with calmness and depth. "What you understand as 'existence' and 'nothingness' is merely an illusion intertwined. You stand at the starting point of an infinite cycle, unable to truly touch this most primal existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness wavered again, as if guided by the profound intent of the voice. He understood that it wasn't a conversation, but a fusion with the most ancient power in the universe. He wasn't trying to change anything, nor was he trying to break anything; he was simply forming a deep contract with this power, completely merging himself with it.

In Feng Jing's perception, all of time, space, existence, and non-existence began to overlap, forming a vast network. This network transcended the boundaries of all matter and consciousness, and any subtle fluctuation, any insignificant change, could be perceived and redefined within this network.

"The 'ultimate' you speak of is unimportant to me." Feng Jing's voice echoed in this endless void. Although he had no physical voice, his intentions were evident through the vibrations. "'Ultimate' is merely a limited concept. I have seen through it all. 'Source' and 'end' are merely links in the eternal cycle. It is impossible to define the true 'starting point'."

Feng Jing's consciousness was undergoing an unprecedented expansion. He witnessed the birth and destruction of countless universes, the rise and fall of every star, the birth and demise of countless lives. Every patch of sky, every chapter of history, flashed through his mind like a shooting star, yet was also as fleeting as a shooting star. These once powerful and glorious things, in Feng Jing's eyes, were ultimately nothing more than the dust of time, floating in the endless void.

However, as Feng Jing sensed this endless cycle, he also saw a crack. This crack was unlike any he had ever seen. It wasn't a rift in time, nor was it a distortion in space. It was more like a limit to existence, a passage to an unreachable abyss.

He gently approached the crack, sensing the boundless power within. The other side of the crack wasn't any "world" he'd ever known, but rather some more ancient existence, an abyss, a realm never explored by any form of consciousness.

"If you want to transcend everything, you must face this rift." The invisible force once again echoed in Feng Jing's consciousness, carrying an irreversible command. "Here is the beginning of the universe, and also its end. Only by stepping into this rift can you touch the true 'source'."

Feng Jing's consciousness was deeply immersed in this crack. He began to realize that this crack was not a concept he could understand. It belonged neither to space nor to time. Its existence was like an endless maze, filled with countless levels and changes.

He wasn't afraid, for he had transcended fear and any emotional constraints. He knew that the existence of this rift was part of the laws of the universe, an indefinable "truth." Only by stepping inside could he truly understand this power that transcended all things.

As Feng Jing's consciousness edged closer and closer to the center of the rift, the entire universe seemed to stop rotating. The stars stopped burning, time stopped flowing, and even the tiniest particles froze under Feng Jing's will.

"You volunteered, Feng Jing." The voice sounded calmly, with a hint of unquestionable determination, "But this road is destined to be a lonely one."

Feng Jing's consciousness finally passed through the cracks and entered an undefinable existence. Here, there was no passage of time, no boundaries of space, only an indescribable "echo", as if the origin and end of the universe were intertwined here.

Feng Jing sensed an unprecedented power, a force that transcended all the rules he had ever understood. It was neither creation nor destruction, but rather an "eternal existence." Within this endless abyss, Feng Jing experienced a clarity and insight he had never experienced before. He had become the "source" itself, the beginning and end of the universe, a part of that endless echo.

At this moment, Feng Jing finally truly understood the meaning of "endless" - it is not an end, but an endless cycle. It is neither a beginning nor an end, it just exists.

Chapter 929: Nothingness and Rebirth on the Other Side of the Rift