Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 681 The Shadow of the Lord of Nothingness and Feng Jing's Awakening

The Shadow of the Lord of Nothingness and Feng Jing's Awakening

Feng Jing's consciousness teetered in the abyss of nothingness, as if every thought were being ripped apart by the power of nothingness. The Lord of Nothingness's words were like a hammer, pounding Feng Jing's heart and shaking him beyond all control. Feng Jing, once so proud and arrogant, now realized that perhaps he had never truly transcended anything, but instead remained trapped in an invisible cage, struggling miserably.

"You are wrong." Feng Jing's consciousness gathered again. Although his heart was filled with fear, his primitive will began to resist. "If all this is just an illusion, then I must break it. If I am the image of the Lord of Nothingness, then I must become my true self!"

The Lord of Nothingness sneered, echoing deep in Feng Jing's consciousness: "You still can't understand. You think you can transcend everything, but you have never truly crossed that boundary. Everything you create is the emptiness in your heart. You have simply fallen into a deeper void."

Feng Jing's heart churned, every nerve in his soul straining to the point of collapse. He began to wonder if he had reached the end. Were all the worlds, all the universes, all the lives he had experienced real or fake? Was he just a lonely speck of dust in the void, forever unable to break free from the shackles of fate?

"You're wrong." Feng Jing took a deep breath, and all the perceptions in his consciousness began to fluctuate violently. "I am not nothingness, but the root of all existence! Even if you are the true Lord of Nothingness, I can create new 'existences'. Even you cannot stop me."

The Lord of Nothingness's response was cold and desolate: "Everything you say is empty self-consolation. You want to create, to transcend, but you cannot break free from the shackles of nothingness. You cannot escape your own nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. The endless chill emanating from the "nothingness" nearly made it impossible for him to maintain his sanity. Everything in his mind began to collapse. Feng Jing seemed to see his own figure in the endless darkness, slowly dissipating into a blur of light and shadow. Countless universes, lives, laws, time, and space all collapsed and reconstructed at this moment. Feng Jing felt as if the entire universe had lost its center in an instant, and all matter and power began to converge on a single point, as if everything had to start all over again.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to collapse, an unprecedented awakening suddenly surged from within him. He was no longer the being who believed he controlled everything, no longer the self-important "god." He saw countless moments of his past, witnessed every choice and decision, even every inner struggle and fear. In this moment, he seemed to see his truest heart, and all of this began to coalesce into a new kind of power.

"I see..." Feng Jing whispered, "I have been running away, running away from my fear, my nothingness, and I have never truly faced myself."

He saw the traces of his countless struggles against nothingness, against fate, against all challenges, and also saw the trajectory of his continuous growth in the process. Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge, and the pain, struggle, confusion, and even failure of the past gradually transformed into a powerful force, like a light welling up from the depths of his heart, illuminating the entire empty space.

"I am not nothingness." Feng Jing's voice became firm and calm. "I am existence itself. I am the source of creation. Everything I do is to transcend myself and transcend the limitations of nothingness."

The Lord of Nothingness's voice echoed again: "You still cannot escape. Even if you transcend your fear, you still cannot transcend the 'nothingness'."

Feng Jing didn't answer, merely gazing deeply at his surroundings. The world, previously consumed by nothingness, began to slowly recover. Time and space, matter, life, and laws began to be reconstructed within Feng Jing's consciousness, all resurrected under his will.

Feng Jing felt as if he had entered a completely new dimension, one without "nothingness" or "voidness." He sensed an unprecedented power, not from external pressure but from a deep inner awakening. He was no longer a mere visitor in the universe, but stood at the starting point of creation, at the pinnacle of existence.

"I understand now." Feng Jing's voice became unusually firm. "I don't need to escape from 'nothingness'. I use it as the source of my creativity and as part of my strength. I have broken through nothingness and transcended all boundaries."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to break free from the oppression of nothingness, and the rebirth of all things burst into a dazzling light in his mind. The power of the Lord of Nothingness seemed to begin to waver under Feng Jing's awakening, and the endless coldness and sadness gradually receded before Feng Jing's strong will.

"I will no longer be an image in your eyes," Feng Jing said calmly. "What you call 'nothingness' is, to me, merely a starting point for creation. What you call 'ultimate' is merely an illusory boundary, and I am the source of endless creation."

The Lord of Nothingness's voice grew increasingly silent, and Feng Jing felt as if he had emerged from his former predicament and entered a whole new world. This world had no rules, no time, no space, only endless possibilities. And within this vast void, Feng Jing became the sole being, the master of creation.

"Nothingness is what you fear, but I take it as my starting point." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void. He felt the moment when he merged with all existence, the endless interweaving of consciousness and power, the entire universe, the entire space and time, were redefined under his will.

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unwavering. He began to create and shape new worlds, reweaving the fabric of the universe. Every second, new galaxies, new life forms, and entirely new laws were born within his consciousness. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, striving for ultimate transcendence. Instead, he was a being who truly controlled everything, transcending all constraints.

He understood that nothingness was not an enemy but an opportunity; that emptiness was merely the starting point for endless creation. He had risen from the abyss, achieving a being unprecedented in its own right, transcending all else. The world he had created would endure forever, to the end of the universe.

Chapter 682: Feng Jing's Rush and the Destruction of All Things