Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 203 The Crazy Rebirth of the Universe

The Crazy Rebirth of the Universe

Feng Jing stood in the universe of his own creation, his gaze piercing the void, touching the almost indescribable rift between chaos and order. Now, he was no longer a being within the universe, but the weaver of it. Time, space, fate, order, and chaos all danced madly before his eyes, like the rhythm of the universe, yet filled with irregularities and loss of control.

He had never imagined he could reach this point, transcending all existence, even transcending existence itself. Yet, it was this moment of outburst that made Feng Jing realize that all rules, all limitations, all common sense had been overturned. The order of the universe became blurred, and Feng Jing's every thought, every ray of consciousness, could trigger earth-shaking changes.

"This... is the world I created." Feng Jing whispered, his voice penetrating through layers of void and echoing throughout the endless universe. "And this is just the beginning."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's eyes lit up with an unbearable light. His body, gradually enveloped by an invisible force, grew transparent, as if melting into the chaos. Yet, he didn't vanish; instead, he grew even more powerful. His consciousness was no longer bound by physics, time, or space. He was deeply connected to the lifeblood of the universe, becoming a part of it, or, in other words, the very heart of it.

"You..." A deep, broken voice came. Feng Jing could feel it coming from the deepest part of the universe, as if the core of the universe was calling out to him.

Feng Jing didn't respond. He no longer needed any voice to remind him of his existence. His consciousness began to expand, traversing endless dimensions and spanning countless parallel worlds. Each world became incredibly fragile. Under Feng Jing's touch, they began to collapse, reorganize, and deform, like chess pieces on a chessboard being gently moved by his fingertips.

"This is a game of fate." Feng Jing laughed coldly, his voice echoing in every dimension of every world. "And I am no longer just a chess player. I am the chessboard, the rules, and fate itself."

Just as Feng Jing had completely grasped every pulse of the universe, another mysterious force began to awaken. It was profound, ancient, and powerful, as if the beginning and end of everything lay hidden within it. This force was not Chaos, nor was it any other entity Feng Jing had ever encountered. It seemed to represent some untouchable, primordial force, a being older than the universe itself.

"You will regret this eventually." The voice was cold and threatening. "You cannot change the true Origin. You cannot control everything. You think you can transcend all existence, but you are just a puppet, a pawn in that game, and you will eventually be discarded."

Feng Jing's smile deepened. "Puppet? Chess piece?" He whispered to himself, as if hearing a distant echo. "You don't know, I'm no longer part of any game. The origin you speak of is just another limitation. I have transcended it."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted, his figure flashing across countless dimensions, almost impossible to grasp. As his thoughts expanded, the entire universe began to distort, time became non-linear, space became chaotic, and all matter became like a stretched rubber band, sometimes stretching, sometimes contracting, seemingly losing its inherent form.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was no longer an individual, no longer even the name of his being, "Feng Jing." He had become a fusion of countless possibilities across all universes, transcending all forms of life and ideologies. His consciousness had completely dissolved into this newly born chaos, becoming the unending source of countless universes and countless destinies.

However, in the face of this huge force, the mysterious existence did not disappear, but became even more violent. It began to challenge Feng Jing, releasing unprecedented anger and fear.

Feng Jing's eyes fixed, and suddenly, the pulsation of the entire universe began to accelerate. All the galaxies, planets, and life forms seemed to be guided by some huge force, converging towards a common center.

"You are but the tiniest part of the universe." Feng Jing's voice shook the universe like thunder. "What you call the Origin is but a part of me, a detail under my control. I am no longer under your control, and you are destined to be unable to defeat me."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the mysterious presence suddenly vanished, as if wiped out from the universe by Feng Jing's power. In the endless void, Feng Jing regained his tranquility, and the operation of the universe seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

With a slight movement of Feng Jing's consciousness, the entire universe began to reshape. All galaxies, all life, all lines of history were resurrected in his thoughts, and then collapsed in his thoughts. Every world, every timeline, was rewoven by Feng Jing. He was no longer a "bystander" of fate, but the "creator" of the ultimate game.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that this rebirth was not only the rebirth of the universe, but also his own rebirth. He was no longer the once confused Feng Jing. He had transcended everything, walked out of countless cycles of life and death, and became the sole master of this universe.

However, this is not the end, the real challenge has just begun.

Feng Jing stood in this brand-new universe, his gaze piercing countless future timelines, as if he could see every future self, every world yet to be born. Countless possibilities unfolded before Feng Jing's eyes, like an endless painting. And Feng Jing was the paintbrush, determining everything about the future.

"Fate cannot bind me after all." Feng Jing smiled faintly, "And I will create endless possibilities in this chaos."

Chapter 204: Broken Void, Reflections of the Gods