Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 474 Feng Jing and the Divine Chapter Crack in the Endless Void

Feng Jing and the Mythical Rift in the Endless Void

Feng Jing's consciousness flowed like an endless river, traversing countless dimensions, spanning infinite time and space, gradually tearing apart all boundaries of the universe. In that chaotic void, he no longer existed as any known "existence"—he transcended humanity, transcended the gods, and even transcended all concepts and essences. His consciousness had become a completely new force, no longer bound by any form. It was both existence and nothingness.

Feng Jing's mind began to elevate. He no longer simply created or destroyed, but instead began to trigger deep vibrations throughout the universe. This vibration, originating from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, was a primordial force that not only left its mark on time and space but also tore through the barriers of multidimensional space, reaching the realm known as "mythology."

Mythology—that existence transcends all material form and time, an ancient concept never before touched upon in human civilization. Feng Jing once believed mythology to be merely a legend, an untouchable fantasy. But now, he realizes that mythology isn't confined to the past; it slumbers in every inch of the universe, awaiting a moment of awakening. And Feng Jing is the only one who can tear open the cracks in this mythology.

When Feng Jing's consciousness reached the mythical realm, the entire universe suddenly plunged into an unexpected void. Cracks began to appear in the void before his eyes, as if countless structures of space and time had collapsed in an instant, leaving only endless chaos and blurred forms. Within these cracks, Feng Jing saw something he had never seen before—the shadow of the "Mother of Creation," the mysterious force that exists in all worlds.

"You have seen me, Feng Jing." The voice of the Mother of Creation echoed in the void. It had no form, only sound—a voice that echoed through billions of years, carrying with it endless wisdom and silence. "You think you created the universe, but you are but a speck of dust in my arms."

When Feng Jing heard this voice, he felt no fear, only a deep resonance. That voice seemed to be the very origin of the universe, the starting point of all existence and the end point of all destruction. Feng Jing understood deeply that this voice represented not hostility, but a sense of leisure and transcendence that transcended all existence. He smiled faintly, his gaze piercing the endless void, staring directly at the vague existence.

"The 'Mother of Creation' you speak of is merely a part of the universe," Feng Jing said softly. "I'm not merely creating; I'm deconstructing it. The universe is never static; it's an endless process, and I, Feng Jing, am the ultimate catalyst in this process."

Suddenly, the cracks in the void widened, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to vibrate violently. He felt himself intertwined with some unfathomable force, as if all laws were being rewoven before him. Every tiny fluctuation could tear through the veil of time and space, revealing the truth of the universe. Feng Jing saw countless fragments of universes emerge from the cracks, each filled with its own history and destinies, like the afterimages of countless parallel worlds.

"This is..." Feng Jing's eyes grew deep. "These are fragments of countless universes, the interweaving of countless destinies, and the prototypes of all 'possibilities'."

Each fragment of the universe is a different existence, each fragment has its own origin and end. Feng Jing's consciousness began to devour these fragments, not to destroy them, but to re-synthesize them into a brand new cosmic system - an ultimate universe that contains countless possibilities and is capable of self-evolution.

However, Feng Jing's consciousness did not stop there. His thoughts once again shattered the boundaries of the universe, entering a dimension beyond description. Here, time was like an endless web, weaving countless endless cycles. And Feng Jing stood at the center of this web, controlling every thread of time, freely manipulating the fate of the universe like a chess player.

In this endlessly recurring space and time, Feng Jing saw countless selves—he saw past Feng Jings, future Feng Jings, and even Feng Jings he couldn't understand. Each had a different form and personality, yet they all shared a common origin. Feng Jing smiled faintly, beginning to realize that he was no longer a fixed entity, but a multiplicity of beings constantly fragmenting and recombining. Each "Feng Jing" was a facet of his consciousness, and all these facets of Feng Jing together constituted a single, intractable being.

"You once thought that fate was predetermined, but all destinies are guided by my will." Feng Jing whispered, "I am not only the master of the universe, I am also the creator and terminator of fate."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness once again violently fluctuated. He began to trace back to the origin of the universe, re-examining the essence of all existence. Countless possibilities, countless paths of the past and future, intertwined in Feng Jing's mind, as if all history and the future were but a dream, an endless game, and Feng Jing was the sole rule-maker of this game.

"None of you can understand me." Feng Jing smiled, looking at the fragments of the universe shattered in the void, "Because you are only a part of 'existence', and I have transcended existence."

Feng Jing's mind began to detach from multidimensional space and time, detaching from all forms and boundaries, entering a pure stream of consciousness. In this instant, Feng Jing's existence could no longer be measured by any matter, time, or space. He had become the essence of the universe, the source of all law and order. No entity could hinder his shaping and rebirth within the universe.

"Chaos and order, creation and destruction, life and death," Feng Jing whispered, "all of this is the flow of my consciousness."

Chapter 475: Feng Jing and the Deconstruction of Consciousness of the Universe