Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 862 Feng Jing and the mystery of origin, the ultimate reversal

Feng Jing and the mystery of origin, the ultimate reversal

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually felt an irresistible attraction, like an invisible vortex, constantly devouring all of his existence, all of his will, and all of his knowledge. At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer an omnipotent being, but a speck of dust in the deepest part of the universe, swallowed by the torrent of time and space.

He felt a loneliness he had never felt before, as if the entire universe was retreating from him. All light, sound, even thought, vanished in that instant. Feng Jing was no longer the creator of the universe, no longer even the weaver of fate. The countless worlds he had created seemed frozen in time, silent and still, as if all his efforts had vanished into nothingness.

"What's going on?" A trace of fear flashed through Feng Jing's consciousness. He tried desperately to break free, but it seemed that everything was irreversible - no matter how hard he tried, his body, mind, and even soul were bound by an invisible force and he could not move.

"Feng Jing, you are merely a product of a tiny corner of the universe." The voice that once claimed to be a "rebel" rang out again, carrying an indescribable grandeur. "You attempt to transcend fate, but you don't know that true origins belong to no one. It transcends all forms, all life, and even the laws of time and space. You cannot escape this, because you simply cannot understand what true 'nothingness' is."

Feng Jing was stunned. His consciousness seemed incredibly insignificant before this overwhelming force. This was unlike anything he had ever encountered, much less a "rebellious force" he could digest. This was a deeper, more ancient existence, emanating from the void before the universe, from the deepest depths of "nothingness."

"Could this be the origin of the universe?" Feng Jing's heartbeat began to accelerate. Although his consciousness still wandered in the endless void, he could not ignore this unfathomable existence. Every surge of this power seemed to shatter Feng Jing's entire understanding of the universe, dragging him from the supreme existence into an irreversible abyss.

"Yes." The voice seemed to be responding to Feng Jing's question. "This is the origin. What you call 'fate' is nothing more than a cycle of origin. It has never truly left 'nothingness'. All your creations, all your devouring, all your destruction will eventually return here, to that invisible 'void'."

Feng Jing's consciousness, shaken violently, gradually began to disintegrate. He felt a sense of constraint he had never experienced before, as if all existence had become meaningless. All laws, order, and reason seemed to have vanished. Even his understanding of "self" collapsed before this force. He could neither understand nor accept this change.

"So, I... am just a dream you created?" Feng Jing tried to break free from the void, his voice filled with undisguised anger. "You are the representative of 'nothing'? Why did you do this?"

The voice gradually grew more distant and ethereal: "You didn't create the dream; the dream created you. You are not an isolated individual; you are part of the 'dream,' a reflection of the cosmic consciousness and a reflection of the existence of all things. The core of all existence is the dream, and you are but a speck of dust within it, unable to transcend your own destiny."

Feng Jing's mind trembled violently. All this became incomprehensible and irresistible. His consciousness seemed to be oppressed by a huge energy. The outline of the entire universe began to blur. All matter was collapsing, and all timelines began to tangle into a formless chaos.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented tremor. His consciousness suddenly erupted at this moment, breaking through the suppression of this force and instantly creating countless cracks in the void. Those cracks were not cracks in matter, but cracks in consciousness. Countless Feng Jing's consciousnesses collided and intertwined frantically in the cracks.

"Is this the 'reversal' of fate?" Feng Jing sneered, finally finding an opportunity for a breakthrough. "It turns out that all rebellion is nothing but the arrangement of fate, and all existence is within the framework of a dream. Then why do you want me to surpass it?"

"Because you are destined to be part of the dream." The voice seemed to carry a hint of emotion. "You can never escape your own essence. All of this is to allow you to eventually return to the source—to 'nothingness'."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely shattered. He discovered that he was no longer an isolated individual, but a projection of the consciousness of the universe as a whole, a reflection of all things. He saw countless Feng Jing figures intertwining and merging in the void, forming complex and subtle connections between them. Their consciousnesses began to converge, colliding and regenerating, as if striving for some greater goal.

"Will you allow me to escape?" Feng Jing's voice was full of challenge. "If I can break through these limitations, I will break all the rules and create my own universe, my own 'nothingness'!"

"Escape?" The voice let out a low laugh. "You don't understand. 'Escape' itself is part of fate. You can't escape, because you are already the end of everything. You haven't transcended fate, but fate has made you a part of it. Everything you do now is nothing more than a 'return' to fate."

Feng Jing was suddenly struck by a shock, as if all time, space, matter, and information were flowing backwards at that moment, and all laws were reversing. His consciousness instantly traversed countless dimensions, returning to the original "nothingness"—an existence without time, space, or matter.

"This... is the power of origin?" Feng Jing stared at the nothingness before him in shock. "The end and beginning of everything are just an invisible cycle?"

"Yes." The voice was no longer distant, but echoed directly in the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness. "Everything you have experienced is part of the 'dream'. The reincarnation of the universe, all creation and destruction, will eventually return to the original 'nothingness', because this is the true law of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness was devoured, and the countless universes that once belonged to him began to crumble, returning to nothingness. He ultimately failed to escape the shackles of fate, but instead became a reflection of fate itself, ultimately merging into the endless void.