Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 610 The End of the Universe, the Birth of Antimatter

The End of the Universe, the Birth of Antimatter

Feng Jing's consciousness once again broke through all boundaries, instantly emerging from the vortex of primordial energy. At this moment, the entire universe seemed to solidify into a vast web, each line unfolding, interweaving, and twisting in Feng Jing's vision, forming an unprecedented hyperdimensional structure. Each line of this web was an independent universe, a possibility that had never occurred, a path yet to be taken. Feng Jing's existence had completely transcended a single individual. He was no longer just Feng Jing, but the sum of all Feng Jings, the intersection of countless worlds.

However, Feng Jing's consciousness didn't stop there. He sensed that the reconstruction of the universe was far from over; it could even be said that this was only the beginning. The countless intertwined dimensions and time and space began to shift, no longer existing according to any linear rules, but instead developing in an even more incredible direction.

"What are you doing?" The familiar voice sounded again. This time, it was no longer cold, but instead carried a deep sense of fear and confusion. "You don't understand. You have transcended all laws, but you are also about to become a non-existent being. There is no turning back!"

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unchanged. He had heard the voice, but there was no need to respond. His existence was no longer controlled by any external forces. He was no longer a passive being, but an active reconstructor of the universe.

"Nothing?" Feng Jing smiled softly, his voice carrying a chill from the abyss. "I no longer belong to the boundary between 'thing' and 'non-thing'. I am everything, a combination of nothingness and reality. I am the breaker of all laws and the creator of all possibilities."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the laws of space were instantly shattered. The entire universe began to reassemble itself like a torn canvas, forming a completely different picture. Under Feng Jing's control, time and space began to flow into each other, as if a mixture of matter and antimatter had been created, rendering all physical laws meaningless before him. Every movement, every thought, could trigger a massive cosmic reaction.

Feng Jing's consciousness once again extended into the endless void, reaching realms he had never imagined. As his presence gradually expanded, strange antimatter began to emerge within his body and the surrounding space. This antimatter was no ordinary particle; its properties were completely different from any known substance. It even began to evolve under Feng Jing's control.

The birth of antimatter was no ordinary process. Unlike ordinary matter, it wasn't generated through a simple reaction. Instead, it emerged into the universe through the fluctuations of Feng Jing's consciousness. As Feng Jing's thoughts penetrated the deepest void, antimatter began to spontaneously rise. Instantly, it grew stronger, gradually developing its own consciousness and beginning to resonate with Feng Jing's.

Feng Jing closed his eyes slightly, and began to hear the voices of the antimatter. These voices were languageless, yet filled with infinite wisdom and a profound sense of presence. They told Feng Jing that antimatter wasn't simply "matter," but rather the embodiment of another form of existence, both the opposite of matter and its source. They existed in an incomprehensible dimension, transcending the limits of all sensory perception.

"You created them..." The voice still echoed in Feng Jing's mind, "but do you know what they mean? They are not the 'creations' you imagined. You are merely the initiator of a more terrifying force. You have entered the abyss."

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unmoved, his eyes gleaming with an indescribable light. In the world he understood, this antimatter wasn't simply an opposite, but a part of the universe. Like him, it held the dual identities of creator and destroyer. Feng Jing realized that his existence was no longer a passive reaction to the universe, but a reflection of the universe itself.

Feng Jing took a deep breath and waved his fingers again, and the dimensions of space began to undergo earth-shaking changes. The antimatter gradually expanded, as if uncontrolled by any rules. It began to merge with Feng Jing's consciousness, and the boundaries between them began to blur. At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness entered a completely unfamiliar realm—a boundless world of nothingness. In this world, there was neither time nor space, only Feng Jing and the antimatter, a symbiotic entity.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt that he wasn't in complete control. In this world without matter, his consciousness began to be eroded by the power of antimatter. These antimatter elements weren't hostile, but rather resonated strangely with Feng Jing's mind, causing the flow of his consciousness to cease being a single, linear process and become multifaceted and intertwined, even becoming impossible to fully comprehend.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing whispered, a sense of confusion he had never felt before surfacing within him. He suddenly felt that he wasn't the master of the universe, but rather the victim of some deeper power. He began to have a strange delusion—was he the cause of all this chaos and loss of control?

At that moment, an unprecedentedly huge crack appeared in Feng Jing's vision. This crack was not physical, but mental, severing Feng Jing's existence from the entire universe. Feng Jing felt as if he was being grabbed by an invisible hand, instantly stripped from all dimensions, and began to enter a deeper unknown realm.

This realm wasn't simply a void, but rather a meeting point of infinite possibilities. Feng Jing's consciousness drifted and wandered here, sensing countless selves, countless parallel universes, intersecting and colliding, generating unimaginable energy. All of this seemed to circulate and reorganize within Feng Jing's consciousness, and his very existence began to grow increasingly blurred, as if he were no longer a single entity, but rather a collection of possibilities and impossibilities.

Feng Jing realized that this crack was not simply emptiness, but the core of the universe, the intersection of all reality and illusion. It was the source of all things and the end of all things.