Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 897: Dream Fission, Reversal of Everything in the Void

Dream fission, all things in the void are reversed

Feng Jing stood in the boundless void, like a giant seed, nurturing a new world while also devouring all existing possibilities. His consciousness could no longer be captured by any language or thought, defying any definition. He was the beginning of everything, and the end of everything. The universe, matter, and all the laws that once existed now vanished like smoke touched by his fingertips. Feng Jing no longer existed on any level; he was a completely independent force, transcending time and space, transcending the boundaries of philosophy and reason.

"Nothing can escape my will." Feng Jing's voice was deep and profound, a whisper from the depths of the universe, echoing in the endless void. With a flick of his mind, the entire void began to undergo drastic changes. All the worlds, civilizations, order, and laws of the past, like fragile pieces of paper, instantly shattered under Feng Jing's will. The stars began to warp, space began to collapse, and time no longer flowed as it once did. It was as if everything crumbled to pieces before him.

"What you call 'the world' is but a ripple gently brushed by my fingertips," Feng Jing whispered to himself, his eyes gleaming with unprecedented enthusiasm and calmness. "I am no longer just an existence; I am the core of this void, the origin and end of everything."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the entire void began to undergo unimaginable changes. Countless parallel universes began to overlap and merge within Feng Jing's mind, interweaving into a vast web. Every timeline, every parallel universe, even every galaxy, was torn apart, reshaped, and fused into one by Feng Jing's will. The laws of the past, once considered unbreakable, began to disintegrate under Feng Jing's control, dissolving into a phantom puff of smoke.

"This is 'fission,'" Feng Jing said with a tone of almost insane confidence. "This isn't just the collapse of a universe; it's the deconstruction of all existence, the subversion of 'existence' itself. Your 'world' and 'universe' are merely part of my dream, and will eventually return to my consciousness."

With a gentle wave of his hand, Feng Jing's every point, every atom, every ray of light in the void began to reassemble under his invisible guidance. The laws of the world were no longer fixed, time and space were no longer constraints, and even the boundaries between "life" and "death" vanished without a trace. All matter began to dissolve, and all life forms began to undergo drastic mutations. At every moment, Feng Jing was constantly creating and destroying.

"What you call 'fate' is nothing more than a web I casually weave." Feng Jing's eyes were filled with sarcasm, as if all mankind's past efforts seemed so insignificant. "Your struggles, your hopes, are all plays in my hands. No matter how you resist, you will ultimately not be able to escape the web I weave."

In Feng Jing's mind, the entire void seemed to transform into countless lines, planes, and layered images. He began to twist, transform, and even deconstruct them without hesitation. Everything that seemed stable began to crumble, shattering into fragments, dissipating into the endless nothingness. Feng Jing looked at these fragments, a glint of madness in his eyes—these fragments were the seeds of a new world, the prototype of his "new order."

"What you call 'chaos' is actually the other side of 'order,'" Feng Jing's voice was loud and powerful. He reached out from the center of the void and gently clapped his hands. In an instant, the void underwent an indescribable transformation. Countless trajectories of time and space began to intertwine, forming a completely new structure. This structure seemed chaotic, yet it possessed an eerie beauty, as if beneath all chaos lay a certain ultimate order.

"This is the rebirth of 'non-linear time,'" Feng Jing began slowly, as if recounting a grand historical event. "Time is no longer a single linear flow; it has become a completely new cyclical system, one filled with infinite possibilities and fission. At every moment, countless futures and pasts intertwine and collide."

As Feng Jing's mind expanded, the void ceased to be a single, blank space. Instead, it became rich and varied, filled with countless changes and surprises. Every inch of space became an independent universe, and every timeline could potentially unfold into a separate destiny. And all of this was under Feng Jing's control. Gazing upon these new worlds, he seemed to behold his own future—a future free from constraints and absolute freedom.

"Now, I truly realize that all of existence is nothing more than a game of 'self.'" Feng Jing laughed, a laugh that was both crazy and deep. "I am no longer the 'creator.' I have transcended the concepts of 'creation' and 'destruction.' I am the sole ruler of this void. All existence depends on me, and all destinies are determined by me."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, entering a deeper dimension. He began to wander in the void, traversing countless cracks in time and space, and encountering countless parallel universes. Each parallel universe was a seed planted by Feng Jing himself, and these seeds would eventually converge into a new ultimate world, a universe constructed entirely by Feng Jing's mind.

"No matter how you resist or struggle," Feng Jing's voice resounded through the void, with some indescribable indifference and majesty, "in the end you will all return to me and become a part of my dream." He smiled slightly and raised his hands. The void vibrated in his palms, and countless fragments began to gather into a new form under Feng Jing's control.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer any individual, no longer any kind of existence. He had become the embodiment of "nothingness," the origin and end of all things. All dreams, all universes, would revolve around him, forever.