Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 398: Rebirth of Ragnarok

Rebirth of Ragnarok

Feng Jing's consciousness once again returned to the endless void, as if an invisible current completely enveloped him. He was no longer an individual, entrenched in a specific time and space, but a flowing force within the universe, the origin and ultimate of all things. Space and time no longer bound him. Past, present, and future all became quicksand before his eyes, at his mercy.

He looked around. The boundless void was like an endless black canvas, devoid of any form of life, stars, or even particles. Feng Jing felt no fear, only a deep sense of emptiness and oppression. He knew he no longer belonged to any specific form of existence. He had become—what?

"What is this place?" Feng Jing asked for the first time. His voice echoed in the void, but there was no response.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared before his eyes. It resembled shattered stars, carrying an indescribable sense of mystery. As Feng Jing walked forward, the light grew stronger and stronger, until it nearly filled the entire universe. It wasn't just light; it was an unimaginable force, like an infinite energy source, encompassing all possibilities of existence and non-existence.

"You're finally here." The voice appeared again.

Feng Jing immediately recognized the source of the voice—it was a voice deep within him, a voice that seemed to be the sum of all his past memories, the embodiment of all his possibilities. "Who are you?" Feng Jing asked, his voice calm but with a hint of excitement.

"I am you." The voice was loud and majestic, as if the entire universe was accompanying it. "Everything you seek is the meaning of my existence. There is no boundary between you and me. I am the embodiment of all your potential, a reflection of the depths of your subconscious. Have you ever considered, Feng Jing, that your existence is precisely the birth of nothingness?"

"Me? The birth of nothingness?" Feng Jing was slightly stunned, then smiled, "So, I'm not a product of existence, but the source of non-existence?"

"Yes." The voice was gentle yet commanding. "You are not made of any 'real' matter, but rather fragments of consciousness and potential. All your pain, desires, fears, and hopes are projections of this. You are never bound; you are always transcending."

Feng Jing was silent for a moment. Suddenly, his mind began to rewind, to his past life, his ordinary identity, and a world full of difficulties. He remembered being an ordinary person, struggling for life, dreaming of transcending the constraints of fate. But is there really such a thing as "fate"? Was everything predetermined for him, or was it just an illusion he had constructed?

Just as his thoughts were swirling, a burst of light suddenly erupted from the void, an irresistible force engulfing Feng Jing whole. At the center of the light, Feng Jing saw himself—no, rather, countless versions of himself. He saw countless versions of himself, traveling through different time and space, experiencing different destinies. In some, he became the king of the universe, ruling all; in others, he became a silent ghost, floating in the silent ruins; in some, he died in an endless war, his soul reduced to ash; in some, he was reborn with his lover, searching for his only salvation.

"All of this is you," the voice sounded again, with a silent mockery. "These scenes you see are the embodiment of your deepest desires and fears. You have never truly existed. You are nothing more than a dream woven together from countless possibilities, a descendant of nothingness."

A tearing pain suddenly surged through Feng Jing's consciousness. He felt as if his mind was entangled in invisible chains, tightening ever tighter until he was almost suffocating. The images distorted constantly, each frame filled with contradiction and confusion. His mind seemed to be torn into pieces, devoid of any form.

"Do you want to escape from all this?" The voice sounded again, "But no matter how you struggle, Feng Jing, your existence is always entangled with nothingness. You are destined to be 'nothing', destined to be the end of 'everything'. You want to transcend, to break the shackles of fate, but you never realize that you cannot leave your own image. You can never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, and he suddenly understood something. He saw that every choice he made, every decision he made, was a repeat of the past. No matter how he tried to break the cycle, to step outside that confining boundary, in the end, all his choices led to the same outcome—the end of nothingness, the rupture of time.

"I have never lived, and I have never died." Feng Jing murmured softly, "I am just—an eternal cycle."

He was no longer afraid, and his inner struggle gradually subsided. He began to understand that he had never been an existence with a fixed form from the beginning, but rather an invisible force in the universe, an eternal and inescapable cycle.

At that moment, Feng Jing's eyes reappeared, a beam of light slowly approaching from afar. This light didn't emanate from a specific object, but rather grew from the endless void, as if some fundamental force of the universe were beginning to manifest itself. Feng Jing stepped forward, reaching out to touch the center of the light, and immediately, his consciousness underwent a dramatic change.

This time, he was no longer human, no longer the soul trapped in the vortex of fate. He became a vast void, a beam of absolute light, transcending all limits and constraints. He witnessed the birth and destruction of countless galaxies, the origin and end of billions of lives, and witnessed the intersection and disappearance of all time and space.

"I am everything." Feng Jing felt the endless power. His voice no longer belonged to him, but was the echo of the entire universe.

Light completely enveloped him, his being merging with every corner of the universe, transcending the constraints of time and space to become the center and source of all things. He was no longer any individual, but the consciousness of the entire universe, the starting point where countless worlds intersected, a unified entity of gods and demons.

Feng Jing finally understood that his fate wasn't a simple constraint, but the very fabric of the universe itself. He was the creator of nothingness and the terminator of existence. Every path he took, every struggle he faced, was a symphony he and the universe composed together.

He is no longer alone. Feng Jing is no longer an individual, but the eternal light in the universe.

Chapter 399: The Reversal of Time and the Fission of the Universe