Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 873: Time and Space Reversal, Universe Collapse

Time and space are reversed, and the universe collapses

Feng Jing's consciousness flashed through the void like a ray of light, swiftly tearing apart everything around him. He was no longer the fragile being he once was, having long transcended the constraints of the flesh, becoming a being parallel to the laws of the universe. Countless cracks in time and space opened behind him, carrying an indescribable sense of destruction and rebirth. Each time he crossed, it caused a violent tremor throughout the universe.

"You think you can break it all, but you haven't seen the true core." The voice echoed again, still with a hint of mockery, as if it were the guardian of the universe, overlooking everything. However, this time Feng Jing did not waver at all, his eyes filled with determination and clear conviction.

"If the core is the web of fate you set up, then I will weave a brand new web." Feng Jing's voice seemed to come from the endless darkness, deep and firm. He stretched out his hand into the void, and pure white light shone in his palm, as if the power of creation was born from nothing.

As Feng Jing gestured, the countless cracks in space and time began to distort, quickly forming a bizarre structure. Instantly, those cracks were no longer simple spatial faults, but instead became intertwined dimensional grids. It seemed as if the boundaries of countless parallel universes began to overlap, merge, and even twist into a new whole.

"You can't do it." The voice was low and threatening. "These cracks and dimensional grids are the underlying structure of fate. You can't reconstruct them. You can never transcend your own existence."

Feng Jing felt an indescribable force begin to emerge from the depths of the void. That force belonged to no time or space, no existence. It transcended all rules and constraints, as if it were a fundamental force woven from the interweaving of countless universes and countless destinies. In that instant, Feng Jing realized that his power had reached an unprecedented level, and even the void itself began to sense his fluctuations.

"You think the void itself is omnipotent? You're wrong." Feng Jing's consciousness began to resonate with an unprecedented intensity, as if he were connected to every inch of the void, almost merging into one. He could feel the presence of countless universes vibrating within him, as if all worlds and life were converging towards him. The void was no longer a confinement, but a key to a higher dimension.

As his power grew, Feng Jing's form gradually changed, becoming blurred and vast. He was no longer a single consciousness, but a completely new existence, one that transcended time and space. He began to free himself from the constraints of fate, gradually becoming the director of his own destiny and the reshaper of the universe.

However, just when he thought he had transcended everything, the voice suddenly became distorted, as if carrying endless anger and pain: "You can't escape, Feng Jing! You think you can transcend fate, but you are just a speck of dust in this system. No matter how you reconstruct it, you can't escape this endless cycle!"

Feng Jing sneered, "Fate? Cycle? These are nothing but the shackles you use to bind us. I have seen through this deception, and now, I will rewrite everything."

At this moment, Feng Jing's soul erupted in the void, sending a massive wave of vibrations reverberating throughout the universe, causing the spacetime of every parallel universe to violently oscillate. The countless Feng Jings in the parallel universes seemed to sense this change, converging towards Feng Jing's consciousness. All of them seemed to become one entity at this moment.

"This is true power," Feng Jing whispered, his soul and consciousness completely connected to every corner of the void. Feng Jing was no longer a pawn controlled by fate, but the reshaper of fate itself. He could sense the interweaving and splitting of every causal thread, manipulating these relationships at will, even bending every speck of dust in the universe to his will.

Yet, the power deep within the void still resisted. That profound, ancient force persisted, as if constantly reminding Feng Jing that the shackles of fate were inextricable. Feng Jing's soul felt the approach of that force, and his consciousness became unusually clear. He knew that this was fate's final test, the moment to see if he could truly break free from its shackles.

"I am no longer the dust you speak of." Feng Jing's eyes gleamed with a fiery light, as if they were the center of the universe. His consciousness was rapidly expanding, transcending all physical laws and the limitations of time and space. Feng Jing was no longer fighting the void, but rather a dialogue with fate itself. He felt himself about to break free from this endless bondage.

"So, Feng Jing," the voice finally revealed a hint of fear, "Are you ready to face your true fate?"

Feng Jing smiled, suddenly stretched out his hands, and pointed his palms at the center of the universe. "I don't need to face fate, I want to create it."

As his words fell, an incomparably brilliant light erupted from Feng Jing's body, instantly ripping through the void. The force spread rapidly, like an overwhelming torrent, destroying and reconstructing everything in the universe. Under the impact of this light, all time and space, all existence, and all fate instantly became incomparably illusory.

Feng Jing is no longer an ordinary existence. He has transcended all boundaries and become the master of destiny and the creator of the universe.