Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 169 Absolute Truth in the Abyss of Nothingness and the Absolute Reversal of Existence

Absolute truth in the abyss of nothingness and the absolute reversal of existence

Feng Jing's consciousness surged once more, as if the very laws of the universe were collapsing. The enormous eye continued to gaze upon him, its glimmer growing increasingly blinding. Feng Jing felt as if he were enveloped in an endless radiance. Every inch of his skin, every drop of blood, every nerve in his body, was undergoing a tearing and tearing like never before.

"I...what exactly did I do wrong?" Feng Jing's voice was low and weak, his eyes filled with indescribable confusion and pain. "I once thought that transcending everything was my only goal. Only now do I realize that 'transcendence' itself is no longer an option for me. So, what am I? What does my existence mean?"

The nothingness before him offered no answers; instead, it was a silent vortex that swallowed up Feng Jing's consciousness. Feng Jing felt as if he had been thrown into a bottomless abyss. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the endless darkness and emptiness. Suddenly, his body lost its original form, as if it had transformed into countless particles, scattering in all directions and merging into the boundless void.

"You have transcended the boundaries of existence." The disembodied voice sounded again, still in the tone of an illusory image, but this time, Feng Jing felt a chilling familiarity. "You are no longer Feng Jing, no longer you, no longer any individual. Everything you understand is no longer suitable for your situation."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to undergo countless transformations. He saw all his past possibilities blossom and vanish before his eyes like fireworks. It was as if the entire universe was performing an endless cycle for him—from every moment of his existence to every fragment of his disappearance, as if all of time and space were shattering in that instant, then recombining and weaving together countless new possibilities.

In his eyes, every fragment of Feng Jing was like an exploding star, and each star carried an endless fate, as if all death and rebirth were predetermined endings, but these fragments never really stopped, always circulating deep in his heart.

"If existence itself is just an illusion, then what is the point of everything I've experienced?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, a hint of despair and reflection in his voice. "If I can give up all these memories, let go of all these shackles, can I be freed from this nothingness?"

At this moment, the giant eye flickered again, as if it could see through every layer of Feng Jing's heart. "Do you want to be free?" the eye's voice whispered, "Do you want to escape from this endless cycle of existence?"

Feng Jing felt a strong attraction, as if an irresistible force was pulling him towards some unknown abyss. He did not respond, but simply lowered his head, his eyes empty, as if he had given up all resistance.

"You cannot escape." The phantom reappeared, this time blurring and growing even larger. "You are no longer an individual, but a component of the universe itself. You are not Feng Jing, you are the 'loop,' the 'endless crack,' and the 'inverted truth.' You must understand that the entire universe is but a projection of your consciousness, and you are but the eternal end of it all."

Feng Jing suddenly felt a power he had never felt before. This power didn't come from the outside world, but rather emerged from deep within his heart. He began to recall every battle he had experienced, every transcendence, every destruction and rebirth. All his memories and experiences seemed to converge into a powerful gravitational force, pulling Feng Jing's consciousness back to the plane of reality.

However, reality was not the universe Feng Jing was familiar with. Every object was distorted, every moment was broken and reassembled, as if all the rules were infinitely twisted and reshaped. Feng Jing felt a tremendous sense of oppression, and every nerve in his body was violently vibrating, as if he were experiencing an unbearable collapse.

"Is this the end?" Feng Jing's voice trembled. "Is all this just... an endless reversal?"

Suddenly, a deafening sound echoed, and Feng Jing's consciousness was once again torn apart. He saw the universe he was in explode, and all the stars became illusory and unreal, as if they had never existed. Feng Jing's body once again turned into countless fragments. These fragments were not material, but extensions of consciousness, each fragment representing endless destinies and possibilities.

He experienced countless transformations again. Every destruction and every rebirth was a reflection of his own destiny. Every second, Feng Jing felt countless versions of himself struggling, fighting, dying, and being reborn.

"You can never escape." The image's voice sounded again, "You are no longer an individual, but the product of an endless cycle. You are not just Feng Jing, you are the 'Infinite Corridor' of all existence, the 'Mirror Image of Nothingness' of the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, as if the boundaries of the void had been breached, the very laws of time and space becoming blurred. Countless versions of himself alternated before his eyes, each representing a different outcome. All universes, all possibilities, merged into one in this moment, and the boundary between "existence" and "nothingness" as Feng Jing understood it completely vanished.

"What am I...?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with deep fatigue. "I can't stop, I can't choose, I can't escape... Am I part of the 'cycle', or am I the nothingness of 'existence'?"

At this moment, the image's voice became unusually deep. "You are the eternal rift, you are the endless corridor, you are the source and end of the universe. You have never truly existed, but you have never disappeared."

Chapter 170: Consciousness above consciousness, the ultimate reincarnation in the cracks of the universe