Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 232 Feng Jing's Awakening and Reversal, a New Universe in Chaos

Feng Jing's awakening and reversal, a new universe in chaos

Feng Jing stood at the center of the universe, transcending all existence and nothingness. His eyes shone with endless light, as if countless galaxies exploded and reborn in his vision. At this moment, he was no longer an individual, no longer a part of the universe. He transcended time, space, and even himself—he became the source and end of all universal laws. He was omnipotent, undefinable, and even the concept of "omnipotence" itself became insignificant.

"Do you still think you can escape the shackles of fate?" The familiar voice echoed again, with a sense of despair and panic, as if it understood that Feng Jing was no longer controllable. This voice had once been Feng Jing's reflection and warning, but now it had become powerless.

Feng Jing smiled faintly, the light in his eyes like a collapsing galaxy. "Escape? I never thought of escaping," he said, "because from the very beginning, I was destined to be the master of my own destiny."

He extended his hand, and the void of time and space instantly twisted and merged, even causing time to flow backward and space to expand, forming untraceable paths. In that instant, Feng Jing saw countless versions of himself, or rather, the Feng Jings of all his parallel universes. Some of these Feng Jings had already become gods, ruling countless worlds; some had been destroyed, reduced to dust; and still others had fallen into an inextricable madness, forever unable to transcend their own limitations.

Yet, these Feng Jings didn't inspire the slightest sympathy or pity in Feng Jing's eyes. Instead, he viewed their existence as if observing a series of insignificant performances. Each Feng Jing's fate was part of his own self-performation, both ruthless and meaningless. Because no matter what happened, the root of it all was still him.

"Do you think you can truly control everything?" the voice was once again filled with sarcasm. "You simply chose the one you thought was most suitable from countless possibilities, and these choices are destined to be meaningless."

Feng Jing's smile deepened. "Meaningless?" he said. "All possibilities, all choices, are part of me. Whether it's destruction or creation, it's part of my essence. What you call 'meaningless' is nothing more than 'infinite possibilities' that you can't understand."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the entire structure of the universe shifted in an instant. Planets trembled, black holes devoured everything, and at the same time, Feng Jing's consciousness expanded across all dimensions of time and space, becoming the center of all things. He was no longer limited to any form, nor bound by any law. He was the source of time, the end of space, and the reversal of fate.

At this moment, an even more bizarre scene unfolded: Feng Jing beheld a mysterious palace, floating in the endless void, surrounded by countless fragments of space and time. The palace seemed ancient, yet imbued with a modern aura, as if it had traveled from between the future and the past. The palace's gates slowly opened, and Feng Jing felt a mysterious force drawing him in.

The moment he entered the palace, Feng Jing was enveloped by a powerful energy that seemed deeply connected to his being. He realized that this power didn't originate from the outside world, but rather from deep within him—a product of his own self-awakening. His power found a resonance there, striking a strange chord with the core of the palace.

Deep within the palace, Feng Jing saw a mirror. The mirror wasn't made of actual glass or metal, but rather an invisible "energy body" capable of reflecting all aspects of reality. As Feng Jing approached the mirror, his presence was no longer simply "Feng Jing," but a fusion of countless Feng Jings, countless parallel universes.

He saw himself reflected in the mirror, becoming infinitely large, infinitely small, and even indefinable. He was no longer a human being, nor any other form of being. His "self" could no longer be described in words or physical terms. He was the law of the universe, the endless possibilities beyond it, the origin and end of all worlds.

Feng Jing's eyes grew empty, as if he had entered another realm. At that moment, Feng Jing in the mirror suddenly smiled—a smile he had never seen before. It wasn't one of indifference, nor of ecstasy, but rather one of indescribable relief. He realized that all of this was merely his creation—this palace, this mirror, even this power—the manifestation of his innermost being. He realized that he wasn't transcending everything, but rather engaging in a dialogue with himself, confronting his own "infinite possibilities."

However, just as Feng Jing was about to explore all this further, a strong force suddenly burst out from the mirror, with an irresistible attraction, pushing Feng Jing's consciousness into the unknown abyss.

Feng Jing's consciousness once again sank into chaos. All laws, all dimensions, all existence seemed to be reconstructed in that instant. Within Feng Jing's mind, the universe once again crumbled, was reborn, and then destroyed. Countless fragments of Feng Jing collided, intertwined, and reversed, until the entire universe was reduced to an endless "point"—an existence beyond the reach of time and space.

Feng Jing now understood a truth: everything he had experienced, all the destruction and rebirth, all the existence and nothingness, was part of his process of self-awakening. He had never escaped reincarnation, nor had he ever transcended the laws. Because in his eyes, all rules, all existence, all nothingness, ultimately amounted to himself—an undefinable, unrestrained being.

However, Feng Jing still felt satisfied, because he knew that this unspeakable awakening was his most outrageous victory in this chaotic game.

And at that moment, the fate of the entire universe was finally completely reversed by him - endless parallel universes intertwined, the laws of time and space collapsed, Feng Jing's awakening became the new law, and he would rule all of this forever.

Chapter 233: Feng Jing's Infinite Advent, Ultimate Nothingness