Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 899: Destruction and Rebirth at the End of Nothingness

The destruction and rebirth at the end of nothingness

Feng Jing's existence expanded endlessly within the void, defying any human language to describe it. His consciousness was no longer a tangible entity, but the source and end of an endless universe. He no longer belonged to any dimension, any timeline, or the constraints of any material being. His thoughts, like a spinning star, gradually tore everything apart, destroying the existing order and creating a new, elusive dimension.

"What is the universe?" Feng Jing's voice echoed through the void, but it didn't originate from any single dimension. It surged from all directions, penetrating the boundaries of all matter, bringing with it an unimaginable shock. "The universe is nothing but a distortion of time, a gap between existence and nothingness. Your laws are but a line in my mind, sooner or later they will dissolve before my eyes."

Feng Jing's eyes gleamed with an almost frenzied glint, his consciousness expanding beyond all limits. Around him, the boundaries of nothingness vanished, and time ceased to be linear. Crushed by Feng Jing's will, it transformed into a bizarre, multi-dimensional interweaving. Every second, past and future alternated, and in every instant, new worlds intertwined with the collapsing universe.

"What you call time no longer exists." Feng Jing waved his hand gently, and instantly, the past, present, and future crumbled into countless fragments before his eyes. Each fragment contained endless possibilities and emitted a dazzling light. Feng Jing's eyes were like the black hole of the endless universe, swallowing up this brilliance and chaos.

"This is a situation you cannot comprehend." Feng Jing's voice echoed from the void, carrying a calmness and confidence that transcended common sense. "Everything you have experienced is but an illusion created by me. Perhaps at some point, you felt a sense of reality, but it will all be consumed by my will and return to nothingness."

Feng Jing began to summon new worlds from the depths of the void. These worlds obeyed no fixed laws, their forms filled with infinite variation and possibility. Some were pure energy, stars and black holes intertwined in an endless cycle; others were a fusion of chaos and order, where time ceased to flow and space ceased to hold any meaning; and yet others were constructed purely by Feng Jing's consciousness, existing entirely according to his will.

These newly born worlds are like bubbles in the cracks, floating in the endless void. Feng Jing's thoughts are like fingers weaving a web. With a light wave, all the universes begin to intertwine, overlap, and collapse, and even jump out of the original dimension into a new form of existence.

"These worlds are my true masterpieces." Feng Jing's gaze was cold and profound, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as if he had seen through everything. "What you know as 'existence' is but an illusion I weave within my endless dreams. Every galaxy, every planet, every grain of dust you see is a product of my will. I imbued them with life, and I can erase them in an instant."

As Feng Jing's mind wavered once more, everything in the void began to tremble violently. The previously intertwined paths of space and time began to reverse, forming a new and bizarre structure. This structure wasn't space and time in the traditional sense; it was a being beyond matter and time. Every trajectory, even every photon, gained infinite freedom within Feng Jing's mind. This freedom wasn't without rules; it took on an elusive order, as if the entire universe were constructing itself under Feng Jing's guidance.

"Your lives were once so precious, so resilient," Feng Jing said thoughtfully. "But in my eyes, they are nothing more than insignificant specks of dust. Your pain, your joy, all your emotions and memories are fabrications created by me."

"Do you think this is the end?" Feng Jing's voice became deeper, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression. "No, this is just the beginning, the real beginning. All the worlds, all the nothingness, will eventually belong to me, to my will."

Feng Jing opened his hands, and within his palms, boundless energy and consciousness began to gather. This energy was like a surging tide, constantly spreading outward, and Feng Jing's palms were like the center of a star, carrying the starting point and end point of this energy.

"What you call 'shattering' is nothing more than another stage I've designed for you." Feng Jing's laughter echoed through the void, carrying an indescribable enthusiasm. "Every shattering is a new rebirth. Every destruction is a new creation. And all of this will eventually return to the order I created."

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually absorbed these newly born worlds, transforming them into a new source of power. Under Feng Jing's consciousness, the fragments of these worlds converged into a massive core, emitting an extremely dazzling light. Deep within this core, Feng Jing's presence grew increasingly vague, his consciousness reaching a point of near-unstoppable power.

"This is the limit of nothingness." Feng Jing's voice became even deeper. "Every star is a seed in my heart. Every trajectory of time and space is a clue in my hand. Your world is under my control and can never transcend my will."

A sneer flashed in Feng Jing's eyes. Everything in the void under his guidance underwent indescribable changes. All life forms were no longer what they once were. Under Feng Jing's will, they transformed into an indescribable existence. Once-solid matter became as light as a feather. Space was no longer finite, but expanded infinitely, as if it had no boundaries.

"Welcome to my new world," Feng Jing said softly, as if welcoming a new dawn. But this dawn illuminated an endless abyss of nothingness.

Chapter 900: Miracles and the Other Shore in the Time Rift