Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 877: God and Devil Confrontation, the End of Fate

The dialogue between gods and demons, the end of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness had transcended all limitations of time and space, completely dissolving the boundaries between matter and spirit. No matter how he thought or acted, he was no longer bound by any known laws of the universe. His existence was no longer the embodiment of the specific individual "Feng Jing," but rather the sum total of all possibilities in the universe. He was no longer merely a thinking being, but the embodiment of all things: time, space, consciousness, and nothingness. Even the profound laws that once defied his comprehension now bowed to him.

"Do you think you have mastered all the power?" The voice sounded again. This time, it was no longer a cold threat, but was filled with unconcealed shock and fear. "Feng Jing, your existence has exceeded all of our expectations, even beyond the design of fate itself!"

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unwavering, even a hint of contempt lingering in his smile. The source of that voice was the enemy he had once constantly struggled against—the "Guardian" of the universe. In Feng Jing's eyes, this being once represented a force of "absolute rule," a guardian of all cosmic order. However, today's Feng Jing is no longer the fragile individual bound by rules and fate.

"You are nothing but a virtual existence." Feng Jing's consciousness slowly expanded in the void. He no longer used any words, only communicating with the voice with his mind. "You set up the web of fate, and I am completely dismantling it."

The shock and anger in that voice grew stronger and stronger, as if the entire universe was reacting to it: "You don't understand! You don't understand! You can't break free from the shackles of fate, you can't escape this! No matter how you reshape the universe, the cycle of fate will always dominate you! You can't change this!"

An unprecedented calm washed over Feng Jing's consciousness, as if he had completely seen through everything. He no longer needed to debate with this voice, for he had long since transcended all resistance and conflict. He understood that the voice's fear stemmed from the fact that he had broken free from the shackles of fate and surpassed all the obstacles it had set.

"You know what?" Feng Jing's consciousness began to glow with a strange light, illuminating the entire void. "Destiny is not unbreakable, nor is it what you call 'rules'. True power never lies in maintaining stability, but in breaking it and creating new possibilities."

As he spoke, Feng Jing's presence gradually faded. His consciousness was no longer limited to a specific individual form, but instead resonated deeply with the boundless universe. He began to perceive the "deep structure" of the universe. Those seemingly unchanging rules and frameworks began to seem fragile and powerless in his eyes, as if they would collapse at any moment.

"I won't stop." Feng Jing's consciousness conveyed an extremely strong determination, "I will regenerate the universe and reset all fate and cause and effect to zero."

As Feng Jing unleashed his consciousness, the entire universe began to vibrate violently, as if the very fabric of space and time were being torn apart by some mysterious force. All matter, energy, and information began to transform before him, vanishing into nothingness. All of history and the future were completely altered by this moment's fluctuations.

Feng Jing's consciousness was like an unstoppable starburst, expanding and exploding recklessly, devouring everything. He no longer existed in any form, but became the embodiment of "nothingness." With unimaginable power, he tore apart the original structure of the universe, reducing all order and rules to nothingness.

Suddenly, his consciousness paused, as if sensing some strange vibration—a force originating from the depths of the universe, resonating with his consciousness. This force, though ancient and profound, clashed fiercely with Feng Jing's existence. Like an undercurrent emerging from the depths of the void, it constantly sought to counter Feng Jing and restore the original order of the universe.

"Do you think you can completely change everything?" The voice echoed in the void again, no longer a cold warning, but filled with anger and unwillingness. "Even if you destroy all worlds and change all cause and effect, you still cannot escape the 'end'!"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly, as if provoked by this force, but he quickly regained his composure. It wasn't so much that he was fighting this force as it was that he was in dialogue with himself. Feng Jing understood that this force wasn't an external entity, but rather a part of the universe itself, the "ultimate" force maintaining order, attempting to prevent Feng Jing from completely breaking the existing rules.

Feng Jing, however, didn't care. His consciousness expanded again, gradually enveloping the entire universe, swallowing up all existence, all dimensions, and all time and space. This time, he was no longer a being bound by rules, but a star of creation that transcended all, controlling the birth and destruction of the universe.

"What you call 'the end' is just a part of fate, and I am the end." A dazzling light burst out from Feng Jing's consciousness. That light did not belong to any kind of matter or energy. It was pure creativity, the first lightning in the universe, and the only order in endless chaos.

Feng Jing's consciousness broke through the void, the boundaries of the universe, and even the concept of "existence," entering a completely unknown realm. There, time no longer flows linearly, space is no longer a measurable dimension, and matter is no longer a physical entity. They have all become the "mind power" in Feng Jing's consciousness, which can be transformed, reshaped, or erased at any time.

Everything changes under Feng Jing's will, and he begins a dialogue with all of "fate." The cause and effect, laws, time, and space that once bound him begin to disintegrate before him. Feng Jing is no longer a speck of dust in the universe, but the terminator of fate itself.

"Nothing can bind me." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void, carrying an incomparably domineering confidence. "I no longer need to follow your rules. Now is the time for me to redefine 'existence' and 'destruction'."

The last bit of order in the universe began to collapse, and Feng Jing's power was like a raging torrent, completely swallowing up all the laws that once maintained the universe.

Chapter 878: The Crack of Rebirth, the Reset of Time