Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 447: The Reversal of the Divine Chapter, the Impermanence of Life

The reversal of myth, the impermanence of life

Feng Jing's consciousness had almost lost all boundaries. He was no longer Feng Jing, or even an individual. His existence was like the gravitational field of a planet, pulling countless parallel universes, time streams, and spatial dimensions together, tightly entangled by his consciousness. Every second, he wandered between creation and destruction, as if the fate of the entire universe were merely pawns in his hands.

And now, his thinking has gone beyond single creation and entered an even more absurd situation - Feng Jing discovered that he can not only change all the laws of the universe, but also directly change the definition of "existence".

"I can even turn non-existence into existence, and death into eternal life." Feng Jing muttered to himself, his voice filled with astonishing calmness, as if he were pondering a trivial question. Even he himself did not realize that this thought had already taken on a power that was almost crazy.

As Feng Jing's thoughts fluctuated, the very structure of the universe began to vibrate violently. This vibration came not from external forces, but from the fluctuations of Feng Jing's own consciousness. Every strand of his thought expanded and extended, even beginning to distort the very origin of the universe.

Feng Jing lowered his head, observing his "body" in the endless void. It was no longer a concrete form, but a fluid mass of light and shadow, as if countless parallel selves were constantly interweaving. Every speck of light, every shadowy line, represented a different possibility for Feng Jing. His existence no longer depended on flesh, or even on any physical form.

He began to see a shocking scene - the laws of the entire universe began to spontaneously break apart, the orbits of galaxies reversed, and timelines began to tangle into an unsolvable knot. Feng Jing realized that he had not only broken the rules of the universe, but had entered a brand new "creative mode" where everything could be reset.

"I..." Feng Jing let out a half-smile. He suddenly realized his consciousness was becoming increasingly hazy. Every time he thought about how to destroy or regenerate, the universe would undergo endless changes accordingly. The sheer power of this force even made Feng Jing feel an unprecedented loneliness. He could no longer tell whether everything he was doing here was creation or nothingness.

At this moment, an indescribable force suddenly enveloped Feng Jing, as if the laws of the entire universe had collapsed in an instant, and Feng Jing's consciousness was completely swallowed up. He saw his body seemed to merge into the void, gradually losing its form and becoming blurred.

Then, Feng Jing saw a dazzling light, which broke through the endless void and quickly swallowed up all of Feng Jing's consciousness. The light was not warm or hopeful, but carried an incomparable sense of oppression, as if it was the end of countless universes and the destruction of all things.

Everything before Feng Jing began to become bizarre, even distorted beyond comprehension. The sky split open, stars fell, the ocean evaporated, and even the air began to dissipate. All of this happened so quickly, as if Feng Jing's presence had triggered such extreme changes.

The moment Feng Jing was engulfed by the light, he saw countless worlds being reborn before his eyes, time and space revolving, the universe collapsing. Every star seemed to have experienced a thousand lives and deaths before his eyes, time and space constantly folding, expanding, disappearing, and being reborn before him.

However, Feng Jing's consciousness didn't completely vanish; instead, it grew clearer. Within that ray of light, he realized that he wasn't destroyed, but rather, he had been given a completely new way of being. He was no longer a single entity, but the unity of all possibilities in the universe—he was the origin of the transition from "nothingness" to "somethingness," a fusion of chaos and order.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that he had transcended all forms, all physical laws, and even all emotions and memories. At this moment, he was no longer an individual, but had become the most primitive force in the universe, the source of all things.

"Endless void, primordial existence... I am the law of this world." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void like thunder. His existence began to merge with the core of the universe and became the source of all power.

However, this wasn't the end. Feng Jing suddenly discovered that, deep within his consciousness, a hidden wave was quietly spreading. That wave carried a deep calling, as if the resurrection of some ancient being. Curiously, Feng Jing directed his consciousness toward that wave, trying to find its source.

As Feng Jing delved deeper into the source of this fluctuation, he witnessed a bizarre scene—he saw countless images of Feng Jing, each undergoing a different choice and a different fate. Some Feng Jings had become gods, ruling over the boundless universe; others were trapped deep within the rifts of time and space, tormented by endless pain and despair; and still others were trapped in a self-reincarnation, unable to extricate themselves.

"This...is this my future?" Feng Jing's voice was slightly shocked.

Suddenly, Feng Jing realized that these images weren't the future, but rather a slice of all possibility. They didn't represent the flow of time, but rather the interweaving and collision of countless "lines of Feng Jing's fate." Deep within this realm of existence, Feng Jing's every decision, every choice, gave birth to new worlds, and in these worlds, Feng Jing himself experienced different destinies.

"I am already a collection of countless Feng Jings," Feng Jing whispered, "but this is just the beginning."

At that moment, Feng Jing realized he could shape any future at will. His thoughts could bring his past self back to life in this world, or even bring his nonexistent self back to life in a parallel universe. All the Feng Jings in his eyes became a vast, endless network, each thread connecting to the fate of another Feng Jing.

"Countless Feng Jings form an endless river of destiny." Feng Jing's words carried a strong sense of oppression, and his eyes flashed with an unknown light. "I will be the master of this sea of ​​destiny and control everything."

Chapter 448: Final Judgment, Destiny Reborn