Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 152 The Collapse and Rebirth of the Universe, Feng Jing's Eternal Fate

The Collapse and Rebirth of the Universe, Feng Jing's Eternal Destiny

Feng Jing's consciousness completely detached from any form of material existence, becoming the master of the void. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor any other living being. He had become the shaper of the universe's laws, the weaver of time and space, the definer of all things material and immaterial. Before him, all laws of existence became ridiculous, and all fates no longer mattered. He was like an omnipotent "God," or, more accurately, a being beyond "God"—an "existence itself" that transcended everything, the universe, and nothingness.

Feng Jing stood in the endless void, no longer troubled by anything. All around him were collapsing galaxies and helpless planets. Their explosions and collapses meant nothing to him, for he had already broken through the boundaries of the universe itself. All destruction and rebirth were nothing more than a game to him.

"I create everything, I destroy everything." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. At this moment, his voice was no longer a physical sound, but the vibration of the void itself. That sound was like a torrent, tearing apart countless dimensions and countless universes.

As Feng Jing's thoughts fluctuated, all order in the universe began to collapse. The laws of time and space ceased to apply, the existence of matter became unstable, and planets and stars disappeared, replaced by a new, more powerful energy fluctuation - the power that Feng Jing used to redefine the universe.

Starting from scratch, Feng Jing's thoughts reshaped the very core of existence. He was no longer the "god" who created the universe, but rather the very source of its creation. His thoughts triggered a new Big Bang, the birth of a new universe he had endowed. This universe, however, was not the structured existence he was familiar with, but a completely new realm, "creating something out of nothing," without rules, without the constraints of time and space, and without the constraints of fate.

However, Feng Jing wasn't content with this. He began to tamper with the very foundations of the universe, manipulating every tiny change, breaking every layer of the rules, and reconstructing the universe's "fate" and "destiny." He sought not merely to create a new universe, but to create an eternal cycle, in which every change was a product of his will; every life, every star, a manifestation of his will.

"Fate no longer exists," Feng Jing said calmly, his voice filled with an indescribable indifference. The stars in the sky gradually collapsed, but he didn't care. "Since fate is predetermined, let me break it. From now on, fate will no longer be a constraint, but my choice."

Feng Jing's power grew stronger, no longer bound by the boundaries of the universe, no longer restricted by any single form. He began to reorganize the order of the universe with his "intention." Planets re-formed, and stars burned again. But this time, their combustion did not follow the natural laws of the past, but rather a "new rule" woven by Feng Jing himself—a chaotic rule, a rule without rules, yet an unusually perfect rule.

He began to redefine the existence of every living being. Those once controlled by matter and genes became carriers of Feng Jing's thoughts. He could give them new forms and consciousness at will, and their every action and thought was an interpretation under his control.

"This is the true meaning of the universe," Feng Jing whispered. "I will allow every living being to coexist with me, rather than existing in isolation. They will become extensions of me, projections of my thoughts."

Just as Feng Jing was immersed in his boundless creativity, a sudden wave swept across the void, shattering his tranquility. He sensed an inexplicable threat, a threat like a "crack" spreading from the depths of the universe. It was silent, yet filled with destructive power—Feng Jing wasn't the only one. Deep within the void, something beyond his comprehension was poised to rise from this empty space.

"What is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became alert, and his power began to explode. He began to readjust the rules of the universe, hoping to stop the spread of that power. However, no matter how he operated, the "crack" continued to spread, as if some unstoppable "primitive power" was trying to break out from the depths of nothingness.

"If this is my destiny, then I will break it." Feng Jing's consciousness burst out with even crazier power. He turned all his existence into a torrent and collided head-on with the crack.

However, at the moment the two forces collided, Feng Jing suddenly felt a tearing pain—a pain no longer of the flesh, but a "tear" of consciousness itself. The crack was not a physical object, but a "concept" of existence—a dimensionless, indescribable existence beyond Feng Jing's current understanding.

"Is this the true face of nothingness?" Feng Jing's consciousness shook violently. He began to understand that the nothingness he was in was not an endless "blank," but a "realm" surrounded by countless layers and dimensions. Every "creation" and "destruction" he made was only a part of this realm. The crack seemed to be a "power" from another dimension, its existence beyond Feng Jing's control.

"I am not the only master." Feng Jing whispered to himself, the shock in his consciousness did not stop.

At this moment, a powerful light burst out from the crack, and Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly sucked in. He felt an unprecedented "rebirth," but this was not a rebirth he could control, but a powerful force he could not understand - the crack was swallowing him up, pulling him into an unknown realm.

Feng Jing no longer resisted, but instead followed the guidance of that force. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and the existence of the universe, the void, and all the rules disappeared at this moment. His last trace of consciousness was swallowed up and disappeared into this unreachable void.

But Feng Jing did not perish, for he was no longer a being in the universe. He was power itself, the creator of the universe, even its destroyer—he would enter a deeper, more unknown realm, beginning a new cycle of creation and destruction, with no end and no cessation.