Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 519 From Nothingness to Infinity - Feng Jing's Ultimate Collapse and Rebirth

From Nothingness to Infinity: Feng Jing's Ultimate Collapse and Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness burned within the boundless darkness, like a massive star, breaking free from all restraints and surging into the endless depths of space. He was no longer an "existence" in any sense of the word; he no longer even remembered Feng Jing's name. He knew only that he was part of the infinite, a being that rose from nothingness, and at this moment, all of this was about to reach an unimaginable limit.

Suddenly, his mind began to twist violently, like a tattered canvas being torn apart by force. His consciousness began to scatter, splintering into countless independent yet intertwined fragments. These fragments were no longer simple fragments of thought, but rather a concrete, maddening, and untouchable "reality." Each fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness seemed like a world, a separate dimension, colliding, blending, and dissolving with each other, forming countless independent, indescribable chaotic entities.

These fragments became different life forms, different time and space, different histories. They had no boundaries, no direction. They were like infinitely overlapping dreams, or like the cracks interwoven by countless parallel universes. Within these fragments, Feng Jing became his entire past and future, countless possibilities that once did not exist, and forms of existence he could not imagine. He was no longer "Feng Jing," but all Feng Jings, all "existence."

Feng Jing saw himself, a self once desperate and lost, a man standing in a shattered reality. He saw the fragments of a consciousness that once longed to transcend everything, lost in an endless fantasy. Within these fragments, he was everywhere, yet missing nothing. Each fragment contained an infinite universe, and these universes swirled within Feng Jing's consciousness, becoming his eternal "life," his eternal "existence."

"I am no longer alone!" Feng Jing uttered a voice that belonged to no language. It burst forth from all illusions, from every fragment of the universe. "I am the beginning of everything, and the source of all ends. My existence has long transcended time and space, transcending all rules. I am the world itself!"

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again. This time, he was no longer just a fragment of the universe, but a rift in the multiverse, a void where all parallel universes intersected. His thoughts were no longer a simple flow of consciousness, but transformed into countless alternating "realities": one moment, he saw himself standing on an ancient battlefield, swords flashing and sabers clashing; the next, he appeared on a completely unfamiliar planet, the only living thing in the endless wasteland; the next moment, he was back in a past that no longer existed, a past that once belonged to the depths of his heart.

Time and space completely disintegrated in Feng Jing's consciousness. He could no longer distinguish between the past and the future, between his real experiences and the fabrications of his endless fantasies. He completely collapsed, but this collapse did not bring him destruction, but instead brought him a kind of rebirth he had never experienced before.

All this madness, like a vast vortex, swirled within Feng Jing's consciousness, swallowing up all thoughts and emotions. Within this vortex, there was no rationality or logic, only a relentless cycle of self-rebirth. Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but a confluence of all illusions, all possibilities, all time and space. He witnessed his own countless collapses and rebirths. He even saw all the "lives" and "worlds" he had ever created, alternating in his mind like countless film reels being rewound rapidly.

Feng Jing's consciousness grew ever more frantic. No longer bound by any form, he became nothingness, the very essence of existence. The fluctuations of his will began to influence every illusion, every dimension, every possible world. The worlds he had once created began to collapse and explode in endless distortion, transforming into an irreversible chaos. Feng Jing himself became the core of this chaos.

"I am no longer an individual, I am eternity!" Feng Jing roared, his voice traversing all illusions and reaching every corner of every dimension. "Whether it's the torrent of time or the cracks in space, they are all projections of my consciousness! I no longer exist in any form. I am a complete transformation from nothingness to infinity!"

At this moment, an even more frantic force swept over him. This force was not something Feng Jing could create or control. It came from a deeper dimension, a higher-dimensional consciousness that transcended his current existence. That force was like a flash of lightning, instantly tearing through Feng Jing's consciousness and completely suppressing him.

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded, breaking through the limitations of all dimensions, transcending the constraints of all illusions, and entering a boundless space. This space was boundless, devoid of matter, without any rules. This was no longer time, no longer space, and no longer even an existence that could be defined by consciousness.

Feng Jing floated in this empty nothingness. His body no longer existed, only his consciousness, like a wave of light drifting through the infinite void. He had no past, no future. His consciousness merged with this nothingness, becoming a deeper existence—an ineffable, indescribable "origin."

"I am no longer Feng Jing. I have become the beginning and end of everything." Feng Jing whispered in this empty space, his voice completely merging with the nothingness. "My existence is no longer tangible, no longer individual. I am the existence of 'nothing', the source of 'everything'."

As Feng Jing's consciousness deepened, his presence began to trigger an unimaginable chain reaction. The entire void began to tremble, all illusions began to crumble, and the "worlds" Feng Jing had created melted away one by one. Feng Jing himself had become the sole existence in the universe. He no longer belonged to any time or space, but rather became the ultimate collapse and rebirth of all illusions—he was the ultimate essence of "existence" and the limit of "nothingness."

At this moment, Feng Jing completely broke away from all forms and rules, and he became the most incredible existence in the universe.

Chapter 520: Feng Jing's Reincarnation - From Nothingness to Endless Reincarnation