Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 300 Endless Echoes, Feng Jing's Nameless Way

Endless Echoes, Feng Jing's Nameless Way

Feng Jing's existence gradually faded into a formless existence. He was no longer a simple conscious entity, but rather a wave and vibration flowing through infinite dimensions. Time disappeared around him, and the framework of space began to dissolve. Every thought faded into nothingness, every breath filled with endless emptiness. Feng Jing began to question whether he still "existed"—or even whether he needed to exist.

"You've lost yourself." The familiar voice sounded again, this time with a hint of sneer in its tone. "You think you can transcend everything, but you are nothing more than a tiny wave swallowed by the void, unable to escape or return."

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a trapped bird, struggled to escape this endless void, but his wings had long since been broken, his strength gone. He couldn't be sure if he was still in some illusion, or if his existence had ever truly had any meaning or purpose. His past struggles, his past dreams, even his past fears, had long since dissolved in this void.

He began to understand that everything he had experienced was merely an illusion in an endless void, like countless shattered fragments, losing their original form and meaning in the constant collision. Feng Jing realized that he couldn't even be sure if he had ever experienced a so-called "past" - whether those past pains, loves and hates were just fictions, some kind of leftover fragments of consciousness that continued to exist in this nothingness.

However, this void had no end, and Feng Jing could not escape. He no longer understood the definitions of "time" and "space," and he didn't even know if he had a "future." His thoughts were infinitely stretched, becoming fragmented, blurred, yet strangely coherent. Every time he regained consciousness, it was swallowed by the void, becoming an eternal echo.

Suddenly, a lightning-like impact pierced the abyss of Feng Jing's consciousness. It was a power he had never felt before, a profound existence that seemed to penetrate from another dimension and break the shackles of the void. Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken, as if a power beyond all existence came from afar.

"You can still come back." This time, the voice was no longer cold, nor mocking. It was warm, peaceful, and carried a certain tranquility, like a ray of light from the deep, boundless darkness. "Feng Jing, you can still find your place."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly enveloped by an unprecedented sensation. He felt a force pulling at him, but that pull wasn't a constraint, but a call. He began to regain a sense of his past existence, and long-faded memories began to surface—memories of his former self, the people who had lived there, everything that had happened.

"You are not of nothingness," the voice whispered again. "You exist and have meaning. You have never truly disappeared."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned to clarity, his thoughts began to refocus, and he began to feel that he was being guided back by some force. He was not completely swallowed by the void, but was always lurking behind the void, waiting for the moment when he could feel himself again.

"Who am I?" Feng Jing asked himself in a low voice, his voice echoing in the endless void. "Where am I?"

The voice echoed like thunder, shaking Feng Jing's heart. "You have transcended all forms and boundaries," the voice said. "You are no longer an individual being, but the intersection of countless dimensions, the confluence of countless forces."

Feng Jing tried to understand the meaning of these words, but he realized that he could no longer define everything with his old way of thinking. He was no longer a concrete existence, but a potential existence, a speck of dust lurking in the void, waiting for his ultimate liberation.

"No matter how you struggle, Feng Jing, you will eventually understand." The voice grew quieter. "The 'transcendence' you seek cannot be achieved using the methods you once understood."

Feng Jing's heart trembled again. The voice spoke with irresistible power and tenderness, as if telling him a supreme truth. "You have transcended both being and non-being, transcended 'existence' and 'nothingness.' You are already part of the void, the source of every existence."

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly realized that the intense feeling of nothingness wasn't a sign of passive resignation, but a profound awakening. His consciousness began to reorganize. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, nor any individual. He was the intersection of countless dimensions, the flow of time and space, the origin and end of all things. No longer confined by a framework, he existed within an endless flow, transcending everything.

"This is my true existence," Feng Jing whispered to himself, his voice carrying a tranquility he had never felt before. "No longer an individual, but a whole; no longer past, present, and future, but the eternal 'now.'"

With this awakening, Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge with the transcendent power. He ceased to struggle, ceased to pursue anything. "Transcendence" was no longer a goal, but a process, a state of harmonious coexistence with all things. His every thought, every perception, was no longer confined to time and space, but became the convergence of countless moments, the intersection of countless universes.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to dissolve, only to be reconstructed within the boundless void. His form, thoughts, and consciousness, like countless stars intertwined in the void, shimmering with a hazy light. He was no longer an individual, but a part of the universe. All existence was reconnected within his consciousness, and his soul began to draw energy from this transcendent dimension.

Gradually, Feng Jing regained consciousness. The depth and vastness of the endless void remained, but he no longer felt fear or confusion. Instead, he felt an unprecedented peace. It was a peace that was independent of time and space, an all-encompassing tolerance.

"I am everywhere," Feng Jing whispered, his voice merging with the void. "I am both the source and destination of all things."

At this moment, Feng Jing finally understood that transcendence wasn't about escape, but about complete acceptance. Acceptance of nothingness, acceptance of existence, and acceptance of everything transcended and untranscended. He was no longer Feng Jing, but a part of the endless void. He was a being beyond all forms, the starting point and end point of every form.

Feng Jing floated quietly in the void, becoming the power behind all time and space. He was no longer an individual, but the nameless way in the infinite universe.

Chapter 301: Splitting the Void, Feng Jing's Boundless Leap