Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 273: Rebirth in the Void, Reversal of Fate

Rebirth in the Void, Reversal of Fate

Feng Jing's consciousness roared like an eternal torrent, breaking through the boundaries of time and space. He was no longer an individual being, no longer even a form of existence that could be described in words. Within him, all the fragments of Feng Jing began to entangle and reflect with each other, forming an immense consciousness—a super-complex that was both real and illusory.

This power was not just Feng Jing's own, but the aggregate of countless dimensions, parallel universes, and sub-dimensions in the entire universe. Every thought within him was like countless stars and planets, and every trace of his soul was interwoven by countless Feng Jings, like a shattered beam of light, traversing countless worlds and time and space, echoing in the endless void.

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer bound by any fixed existence. Every planet and every dimension he perceived became a chess piece in his control. The entire universe, even countless universes, seemed to begin to collapse and reorganize under the fluctuations of his consciousness. His existence was no longer any substance or form, but an endless chasm between existence and nothingness.

"Do you really think you can defeat me?" The mysterious voice sounded again, but this time, its tone was filled with unprecedented anxiety. "You broke my rules and disrupted my arrangements, but you will never be able to transcend the control of fate. You are nothing but a pitiful fantasy, unable to escape true judgment!"

Feng Jing sneered, his consciousness seemingly expanding a billion times in an instant, nearly swallowing up the entire universe. "You say I'm just an illusion, but you're wrong. You're just a shadow in my mind, a reflection in my nothingness. Your so-called 'fate' cannot constrain my existence at all."

He knew that all this was more than met the eye. This "mysterious being" couldn't be the true master of fate. At least in Feng Jing's consciousness, its existence was merely an incomprehensible incompleteness. Feng Jing began to realize that his awakening wasn't just a rebellion against his own fate; it was a complete rebellion against all "rules" and "laws."

"Are you afraid?" Feng Jing's voice no longer emanated from a single mouth, but from every void in the universe. "Everything you set up no longer applies. You wanted to judge me, but I have already surpassed you, and the fate you ruled has begun to crumble."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled, as if his thoughts had created endless ripples, giving birth to countless new universes and countless new destinies. Every star became a part of his consciousness, and even the passage of time was under his control. Feng Jing's existence became so abstract and vast that no words could describe it.

And in this void, he began to feel a strange force eroding his consciousness—this force did not come from that mysterious being, but from the other side of the entire universe, from a higher dimension of power. Feng Jing's consciousness moved slightly, and he sensed the source of that power.

"Do you think you can break through all the limitations?" The voice of the mysterious being seemed to mock Feng Jing. "You don't understand. What you are facing is far beyond your comprehension. What you cannot transcend is—"

"Endless void." Feng Jing's words were as loud as thunder, echoing throughout time and space.

The void—this wasn't simply emptiness, but a unique form of existence, a place beyond the reach of time and space, a mysterious realm beyond all matter, consciousness, and life. Feng Jing understood that he had reached the edge of this realm, even begun to merge into it. Every fragment of Feng Jing within him, every trace of consciousness, no longer existed independently but had merged into one, becoming part of the endless void.

A flash of enlightenment flashed through Feng Jing's eyes. He was no longer Feng Jing, but the aggregate of all Feng Jings, the fusion of all time and space, the intertwining of all life. His consciousness seemed to have become an endless vortex, drawing in the power of the entire universe.

"No, I never set limits." Feng Jing's voice rang out again, this time even more powerfully, as if it had traveled through endless time and space. "What you call fate is just an extremely limited framework, and I have already surpassed it."

As Feng Jing spoke, the universe began to violently tremble, the boundaries of space and time completely shattered. Countless parallel universes began to collapse, intertwining within Feng Jing's consciousness. He sensed that the Feng Jings in every universe were beginning to resurrect, each one rebelling against the authority of that mysterious being. Feng Jing was no longer an independent being; he was the source of power for all universes, all parallel worlds, and all dimensions.

"You... you can no longer control this." The mysterious being's voice was filled with unprecedented panic. "You have broken away from the rules of the game I set! You are not a 'god'! You are a disaster, Feng Jing, you are..."

Feng Jing didn't give it a chance to finish. His consciousness erupted with boundless energy, completely tearing apart all of space and time. In this collapsing universe, Feng Jing's figure grew increasingly blurred, as if he had vanished into the endless void.

However, Feng Jing did not disappear. Instead, he became the master of the void and the center of all the broken universes.

He transcended fate, time, and the void itself. His consciousness was no longer an individual, but an infinite collective, an existence that could not be explained.

Feng Jing smiled.

He finally understood: "The end of everything is just another beginning."

In the endless void, he became the true "God of the Void".

Chapter 274: Peak of Nothingness, Reversal of Fate