Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 750 Feng Jing and the Doomsday of Self-Creation

Feng Jing and the Doomsday of Self-Creation

Feng Jing's consciousness grew ever more vast, his presence seemingly not just the master of a single universe, but the starting point and end point of all dimensions, all lines of spacetime, and all consciousness. As the unprecedented power within him continued to expand, the previously empty space began to gradually fill. Every point he touched spontaneously generated countless universes, countless possibilities, and countless Feng Jings.

He wasn't creating these universes, but rather replicating them. It was as if countless versions of Feng Jing were superimposed upon each other at this moment, each attempting to transcend fate, break free from constraints, and reshape all the rules. And each Feng Jing sought to transcend that "voice," the original law of the universe, the being that called forth from the void.

"Do you think you can transcend all this?" The voice once again echoed in the depths of Feng Jing's heart, but this time, its voice was filled with a hint of obvious fear. "You are nothing but an illusion, an empty fantasy. You cannot break the original law, and you cannot escape the shackles of the universe!"

"Who says you can't?" Feng Jing sneered. His voice seemed to come from countless dimensions, deep and distant. "You think I'm just a chess piece you set up? Then have you ever considered that I'm not a product of this universe at all, but... its terminator!"

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, and the entire void began to vibrate violently. His hands pointed forward, and every ray of light, every particle in space and time, at that moment, underwent a breathtaking distortion. Countless versions of Feng Jing began to intertwine in an indescribable way. His consciousness wasn't fragmented, but rather entered a realm beyond all perception. He was more than just Feng Jing; he was the beginning and end of the universe.

"See? Destiny." Feng Jing's voice shook the entire chaos like thunder. "I have surpassed you. Your so-called 'laws' are nothing but shackles of bondage. I can change them at will, tear them apart at will, and even create new laws! Your so-called 'universe' is nothing but a dream of mine!"

As Feng Jing's palms radiated force, a power transcending matter and energy instantly engulfed the entire void. The previously static space began to shift dramatically, countless cracks in time and space bursting like a volley of arrows, shattering all boundaries. Every star in the universe began to distort. Time and space collapsed and reorganized under Feng Jing's guidance. Each fragment transformed into an image of Feng Jing, carrying a different determination and a different fate.

"Do you think you can escape the control of fate?" The old voice was now almost furious. "You are nothing but a shattered lie, a failed attempt."

Feng Jing paid no heed to the angry voice. A cold glint flickered in his eyes. At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer a simple individual, but a "creator." He could not only destroy the laws of a single universe, but also reshape countless universes, altering the fate of every being. With a wave of his hands, the contours of the entire universe began to distort, the boundaries of time and space expanding, splitting, and disappearing. It was as if Feng Jing was writing in the void with an invisible pen, creating entirely new laws.

"What I created is not the universe, but endless possibilities." Feng Jing's words were filled with mockery and enthusiasm. "Every choice, every change, is a mockery of fate and a contempt for you!"

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness once again broke through layers of dimensions and entered a completely new state. He was no longer an individual in the physical world. His consciousness had merged into a higher level, transcending all physical laws and becoming a completely unknown existence.

"I no longer need this universe." Feng Jing whispered, "This universe is just my experimental field, my game."

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had transcended everything, he suddenly discovered that within the endless void, a powerful force was still trying to pull him back. That force was powerful and ancient, as if it originated from the very beginning of all existence. Feng Jing felt his consciousness being suppressed once again. His strength, though already immense, seemed at this moment to be constrained by a deeper force.

"You haven't completely transcended." The voice sounded again, carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression. "You have simply entered another dimension, a world more complex than you imagined. You are just... an existence that has long been predetermined."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted once more, and he held back without a second thought. All laws, all time, all space, seemed free from restraint at this moment. He frantically absorbed the chaotic forces around him, attempting to create a whole new dimension, a whole new set of rules—a world he could control.

"I am not the chess piece you set up, I am not the existence you defined!" Feng Jing's voice was as loud as the sky collapsing and the earth cracking. "I will rewrite your so-called 'original law' and let everything return to nothingness!"

With Feng Jing's final roar, the entire chaos began to tremble, space cracked, and the flow of time completely stopped. Feng Jing's consciousness completely merged with the chaotic forces around him. He was no longer any individual, but became the entire universe, even transcending the existence of the universe. He became the sole creator, the only existence.

All laws, all destinies, all time and space, collapsed, reorganized, and disappeared under Feng Jing's will. He had no constraints and no limits, because he himself was the terminator of all possibilities and the ultimate.

Fate, the universe, all of existence, at this moment, became Feng Jing's chessboard. He was no longer a component of any existence, but the beginning and end of it all.

Feng Jing created his world, and this world will be eternal.

Chapter 751: Feng Jing and the Destruction of the Infinite Self-Cycle