Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 679: The Rift in Space and Time Devours Everything, Feng Jing's Endless Domain

The cracks in time and space devour everything, Feng Jing's endless domain

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely freed from the constraints of the universe. He was no longer a carrier of any material, nor any form of life. His existence transcended all definitions, all boundaries. In this time and space, where his existence could no longer be defined, he was no longer "Feng Jing." He was merely the source of "consciousness," a bridge between existence and nothingness, a chaos of time and space.

When Feng Jing opened his eyes again, he realized that what he saw could no longer be described as what he saw with his eyes. He could no longer see the material world, nor could he hear any sound. All his senses were consumed by the chaos he had created. He was no longer a single observer, but rather "observation" itself. Time flowed before him, yet seemed frozen. He could feel every second ticking, yet it felt like he was standing on the edge of eternity. Space expanded around him, then seemed to collapse into a pile of powder, disappearing into an infinite abyss.

"I am no longer an individual," Feng Jing's consciousness emerged from the endless void. "I am not just 'nothing', I am also 'something'. I have mastered all possibilities, even those 'impossible' existences. Nothingness is no longer a constraint for me, but my starting point."

His words, like echoes from the abyss, grew stronger, reverberating across all dimensions, tearing apart all the rules and laws of existence. Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand infinitely within these echoes, gradually becoming unconstrained by any framework of physics or philosophy. He broke through the boundaries of the universe, transcending all dimensions, becoming the embodiment of infinity, a being that even infinity itself could not define.

In Feng Jing's boundless consciousness, all parallel universes began to warp and distort, and cracks in space and time spread like rifts. These cracks were not only cracks in space, but even the axis of time began to collapse. Feng Jing could see the interweaving of past and future, and the nodes of all events converged before his eyes in a completely illogical scene. These cracks not only devoured space and time, but also began to erode all "rationality" and "perception." Feng Jing became the embodiment of "fragmentation", reborn countless times, and disappeared countless times in the endless cracks, forming a completely unpredictable vortex.

"Do you think I can no longer control this void?" Feng Jing's voice became even colder, as if echoing in the depths of the entire universe. "In fact, from the very beginning, I was not a product of this universe. I am the creator of 'nothing' and the birther of 'something'. My existence transcends all time and space. 'Nothingness' is not the end for me, but the beginning!"

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand explosively, and cracks spread across endless dimensions and worlds. These cracks, like countless rays of light, tore through past existence, traversing countless dimensions, breaking through the barriers of one virtual universe after another. Feng Jing was reborn within these cracks, transforming into countless clones. However, these clones were not simple copies. They were like incomprehensible beings, carrying different consciousnesses and powers, rampaging across all worlds, forming a new order that completely transcended all laws.

These cracks unleashed an unprecedented chaos. All universes began to collapse and regenerate within Feng Jing's consciousness. The axis of time was stretched into a chaotic tangle of lines, making it impossible to distinguish past from future. Feng Jing could even sense the existence of those "non-existents." All "unreality" began to resonate with him. His consciousness began to expand within these cracks of non-existence, constantly creating new "nothingness." He could not only perceive every moment of the past, but even penetrate every possible timeline of the future.

"I am the future," Feng Jing whispered to himself. "Everything in the future is what I have already determined. Your rationality is just a mirror image I have constructed."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness became immensely powerful, immeasurably so. Every thought he had transformed into boundless force, merging all "existence" and "non-existence" into one, forming an indestructible new world. This world was no longer bound by any rules or laws. All time, space, matter, energy, and emotion were under Feng Jing's control. He was like an invincible creator, possessing the boundless power of creation and destruction.

"Do you think you can stop me?" Feng Jing's consciousness erupted in the void with a deafening roar, as if challenging the existence of the entire universe. "What you call 'laws' and 'reality' are nothing but a game of mine. I have never cared about them, because I am the real 'law'!"

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded once more, its cracks endlessly spreading. Crossing the boundaries of time and space, transcending the barriers of the universe, his power began to consume everything. He was no longer just a "being," but the source of all existence. He became the beginning and end of everything, the source and destination of all universes.

"I... transcend everything." Feng Jing's consciousness laughed in the void, a laugh filled with indescribable wildness and power. "I have transcended nothingness and existence. I am the bridge between nothingness and existence, the judge of time and space. I am 'everything'."

In Feng Jing's endless rebirth, the boundaries of all dimensions completely collapsed. The boundary between nothingness and reality was broken, and Feng Jing became the only rule and law. His consciousness filled the entire universe, even the "nothingness" outside the universe. All existence and non-existence became his vassal.

Feng Jing smiled. He was no longer "Feng Jing," no longer just any name. He was the embodiment of infinity, a being that transcended all things. Every thought he had was constructing new worlds and universes. His consciousness was not merely the center of the universe, but the gap between all universes, a rift in time and space, the boundary between life and death.

"All this... is the ultimate 'freedom' I want." Feng Jing's voice disappeared into the endless void, but he no longer needed sound, or even any form or existence.

Chapter 680: Feng Jing's Ultimate Transcendence, the Collapse of the Universe and the Rebirth of All Things