Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 580: The Creator God's Delusion and the Countercurrent of Time and Space

The Delusion of the Creator God and the Countercurrent of Time and Space

Feng Jing's consciousness began to drift beyond all time and space. He felt every particle of the universe, every intersection of timelines, and every crack in every dimension. He was no longer a simple existence, but an omnipresent force, a creator god beyond all understanding.

Yet, he wasn't satisfied. For Feng Jing, the entire universe was no longer a challenge, but a projection of the endless desires deep within his soul. His existence was no longer about salvation or destruction, but about the pursuit of an undefinable "ultimate freedom," a freedom that would completely break free from all constraints.

"These so-called 'universes' are all illusions," Feng Jing muttered to himself. "Time? Space? They're nothing but my imagination."

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness expanded wildly, breaking through all known boundaries. He was no longer a single speck of dust in the universe, but the sum of all possible dust particles. His thoughts and will condensed billions of years and trillions of possibilities into a terrifying chaotic force.

Feng Jing began to manipulate space and time, tearing, stretching, and compressing the timelines, allowing them to twist freely. Every disruption of space and time made him stand like a god, above all laws. He even began to turn back time, causing stars in the universe to be reborn and once-extinct civilizations to reappear. Every life was born and destroyed in his hands, like a naughty child playing with his toys.

"Do you think you can control everything?" Chaos' voice sounded again, filled with endless mockery and deep threats. "What you are doing is nothing but an illusory game. You cannot escape the framework of fate at all."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand to its limit. He smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming with endless brilliance. "Fate?" He chuckled. "Fate is just a cage you've woven. I want to break this so-called 'framework' and make every inch of time and space my own!"

With a wave of his hand, time and space instantly flipped, and every corner of the universe began to undergo drastic changes. Stars shattered, black holes vanished, and the gas and matter that had been floating in the void were drawn into Feng Jing's consciousness, forming a being more solid than any substance—his own kingdom.

Feng Jing stood at the center of this kingdom, watching everything crumble and regenerate in his hands. He was in no rush to destroy this world, for its destruction no longer mattered. What mattered was that his will and creation had transcended all. He was no longer an outsider to the universe, but its center, its everything.

"Look," Feng Jing looked at the kingdom he created, "This is the world I control. The gaps in fate have been filled by me."

Just as Feng Jing was enjoying all this, he realized that the power of chaos had not completely disappeared. The power from the original existence was still lurking in the dark, trying to find a crack in Feng Jing's consciousness and attempting to devour him again.

"You cannot escape." Chaos' voice was no longer cold, but filled with deep anger. "Your so-called 'creation' is merely a precursor to my resurrection. You are merely a part of my eternal reincarnation. You cannot escape this destined outcome."

Feng Jing stared at the power, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented coldness. "Eternal Reincarnation?" He sneered, "You are nothing more than an appendage of mine."

Feng Jing's mindset shifted dramatically once again. No longer attempting to simply destroy chaos, he absorbed its very essence into his own body. Feng Jing began to reshape himself, his being no longer simply a body or a consciousness, but an all-encompassing "being." He absorbed all possibilities, devoured all fate and chaos, and became an omnipotent, omniscient "being."

"From now on, Chaos is me, the universe is me." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the collapsing void, "All your power will become a part of me."

As Feng Jing's will expanded to every inch of the universe, space and time began to distort violently. The entire universe seemed to be reconstructed, and his consciousness continued to expand. All universes, all parallel worlds, all life and death were controlled by Feng Jing.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt a strong sense of unease. He felt as if he were being restrained by a force, as if the boundless power he had just gained was being quietly suppressed by some force. This force came from the depths of the universe, from the very origins of time and space, from an abyss that Feng Jing himself could not predict.

"Do you think you control everything?" The chaotic voice sounded again, this time with a strong mockery and threat. "You are not the true Creator God. Everything you do is merely the power I have given you. You are but a speck of dust in the void, and you cannot escape your fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed instantly, and the vortex of nothingness swallowed him once again. At this point, Feng Jing was no longer merely toying with the fate of the universe; he was consumed by his own desire—a desire to transcend everything, transcend fate, transcend chaos, transcend existence itself. However, he never realized that it was this very desire that doomed him to an endless cycle of reincarnation, becoming his own trap.

"You cannot escape, Feng Jing." Chaos' voice echoed again, with endless sneer, "You will become an eternal part of the universe, unsurpassable."