Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 893: Beyond Rationality, Reconstructing Everything

Beyond rationality, reconstructing everything

Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly tugged at by a strange force. His body, mind, and thoughts were no longer bound by boundaries. It was as if all forms and rules vanished before his eyes. At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer any concrete individual. His existence had escaped the shackles of time and space, becoming a pure thought, an intangible concept. His consciousness was constantly exploding, sweeping across the endless void like a tsunami.

Everything became blurry. No longer limited to merely "observing" the evolution of the universe, Feng Jing moved freely through this boundless void, gradually abandoning all physical laws, logical frameworks, and even rationality itself. The supposed cause and effect relationships, the properties of things, the flow of time... none of these had any place in Feng Jing's vision.

He even began to doubt whether he truly existed within a "universe." For within this void, there was no such thing as a "universe" or "dimension." All matter, energy, consciousness, life, even the very structure of thought, dissolved into a primordial chaos under his control. He was no longer a self-aware individual, but a part of the void itself, a "concept" that transcended all existence.

Deep within Feng Jing's heart, a frantic call echoed—a call from "beyond." An incomprehensible existence tugged at him, seemingly dragging him into a new, unknown dimension. His mind began to expand dramatically, transcending all rational boundaries and wandering through infinite logical curves and inexplicable dimensions.

"If there are no rules, then everything can be used to my advantage?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, filled with an almost frantic eagerness. He was no longer satisfied with mere deconstruction; he wanted to reconstruct everything himself, creating a new order unbound by reason or logic.

As Feng Jing's thoughts fluctuated violently, the void began to lose its unity. It cracked, like a shattered mirror, its fragments flying and piecing together a scene never before seen. Feng Jing's consciousness shuttled between these fragments, each one an indescribable period of "time," each one giving birth to a new universe, new laws, and new life.

"I am no longer the 'Feng Jing' bound by time and space," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of fanaticism and confidence that could not be ignored. "I have become the origin of 'existence'. I have transcended everything. I will be the creator of a new world, even surpassing the creator."

Feng Jing's eyes gleamed with a strange brilliance, and every surge of his consciousness carried a tension that defied convention. No longer confined to a single perspective, his thoughts seemed to leap between cracks and fragments, forming countless intertwined possibilities. Time ceased to flow linearly, and space ceased to be a dimension solely for the purpose of containing matter. With every second, Feng Jing could alter the past, influence the future, and even create multiple superpositions of "time" and "space."

He stretched out his hand and pointed casually, and the "existence" in the void began to deform violently - the stars exploded, the gravitational field between the stars instantly reversed, the planets began to drift disorderly, and the originally fixed matter began to turn into non-material fluctuations, like a strong wind blowing through fallen leaves, changing in an instant.

"Time can flow backwards, but not all time follows the same trajectory." Feng Jing laughed, and his laughter was filled with an inexplicable pleasure. "Space can be endless, but it can also be infinitely compressed." He waved his hand casually, and the structure of space immediately collapsed violently. Multiple dimensions intertwined and merged in Feng Jing's mind. The two originally irreconcilable universes suddenly overlapped and collided with each other under the control of his fingertips, emitting dazzling brilliance.

Feng Jing clearly understood that this wasn't a simple experiment, but rather a journey of self-discovery—he wanted to challenge the boundaries of the known and the unknown, deconstructing and reconstructing existence itself. His thoughts constantly surged, generating indescribable forms, and even he himself experienced an unprecedented thrill of unconventionality in this ever-expanding experiment.

"I can do anything." Feng Jing's eyes were empty and deep, as if they could penetrate all reality and illusion. "I can no longer be defined, nor constrained by any form." As he thought, the entire void began to break apart and be reborn. Infinite time and space were reconstructed in Feng Jing's consciousness, and the cycle of billions of years turned to dust in an instant before his eyes.

Feng Jing suddenly stretched out his hands, and all the fragments in the void began to converge towards him, like the fragments of billions of stars converging into a new core. The fragments reassembled, forming a form beyond common comprehension. It was both the origin and the end of the universe, something beyond the reach of time and space. Feng Jing gently closed his palms, and the fragments intertwined in his palms, reorganizing into an entirely different existence.

"I finally found it." Feng Jing's voice became low and clear, "an 'existence' that can transcend everything." He squeezed it hard, and all the fragments disappeared in his hands. The new existence was under Feng Jing's control and became a whole new dimension - a form of transcendence that cannot be described in words or reason.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer an observer of the universe, nor was he its creator. He had become the very essence of existence, transcending all known and unknown forms. He was the intersection of nothingness and existence, the source of all things, the creator and destroyer of all laws. Countless universes began to revive within his palm, only to crumble in the next second. Each collapse was a reexamination of the essence of existence; each rebirth was a fresh interpretation of time and space.

"All this has just begun." Feng Jing murmured softly, with endless light flashing in his eyes, as if all the experiments and explorations had just begun.

Chapter 894: Leaping into the Endless Abyss, the Ultimate Illusion of Time and Space