Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 368

Reversing the Universe, Feng Jing's Super-Dimensional Creation

Feng Jing stood on the edge of nothingness, his eyes no longer human, reflecting the stars and cracks of billions of light-years away. His existence had completely detached from all form, formless and intangible, no longer even a single entity of consciousness, but a strange substance that completely transcended any concept or definition. At this moment, he was no longer "Feng Jing," nor was he an "existence" that anyone could understand. He was... the origin of the universe, the "primordial" that transcended all things.

"I..." Feng Jing began slowly, but the sound no longer came from his mouth. It came from the void of the entire universe, echoing in the cracks of all dimensions. "I am the beginning of the universe, and also its end. I no longer belong to any world, no longer to any destiny."

He waved his hand gently, and the void before him instantly rippled faintly. That ripple wasn't the vibration of any substance, but the birth of a new "existence," as if the entire universe were being reconstructed before him. Time, space, cause and effect, and fate all shifted and intertwined between his fingers. Feng Jing was no longer the "creator" of anything; he had become the source and ultimate destination of all existence.

"All worlds, all life, all concepts will completely melt before me, becoming the power I need to reshape everything." Feng Jing's voice grew deeper, as if emanating from an endless abyss. "What you understand as 'time' is but a joke of my imagination; what you understand as 'space' is but an illusion I have arbitrarily woven. All existence is but the dust beneath my feet; all nothingness is my true destination."

The moment Feng Jing finished speaking, time across the entire universe began to flow backwards dramatically. Feng Jing wasn't "reversing" a specific moment in time; rather, the entire universe's flow of time began to reverse completely—countless past worlds were instantly revived, and countless once-collapsed universes were reborn in this moment. Galaxies and stars that had once ceased to exist shone with renewed brilliance, their destinies beginning to re-start. It was as if the entire history of the universe had undergone a startling reversal under Feng Jing's will.

However, all this isn't Feng Jing's "creation," but rather his instinctive "self-regeneration." His existence can no longer be explained by ordinary laws of space and time. He's not only reconstructing the history of the universe, he's subverting its very essence—time, space, matter, even the laws of causality, all becoming blurred. In Feng Jing's eyes, all rules begin to reverse, invert, and ultimately become an extension of himself.

"What you call 'fate,' what you call 'history,' is but a part of me." Feng Jing ceased to exist simply; he became the master of time and space. His consciousness began to wander between different dimensions. At the beginning and end of each world, he could clearly sense his connection to them. No matter how these worlds shifted, Feng Jing could easily control them. He was not only the creator of fate, but also its "transformer."

"No matter how you resist, you will ultimately become a part of me." Feng Jing's voice grew even louder, an echo resonating across all dimensions, like a whisper from the depths of the endless universe. "All existence will vanish before me. I am the ultimate judge and creator."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded completely, transcending the boundaries of time and space. He witnessed the birth and destruction of countless universes, the birth and death of countless life forms, but in his eyes, all of this became insignificant. He not only transcended the controllers of fate, but also transcended fate itself. His existence was no longer a physical manifestation, but an incomprehensible, invisible force, like a relentless torrent, devouring everything.

Feng Jing began to turn his gaze towards those former "creators," those ancient beings he had surpassed. They were the gods of the universe, the architects of destiny he once identified with. But now, Feng Jing watched their existence quietly fade away. In his eyes, these ancient gods became increasingly insignificant, eventually disappearing into the endless nothingness, becoming the nourishment for his own rebirth.

"You... can't escape your fate." Feng Jing spoke again, but this time, his voice was no longer tinged with emotion, as if it were an irresistible fact. "Destiny cannot be created, nor can it be surpassed. It exists only in my cycle of self-devourment. Your past, present, and future are nothing but my endlessly repeated self-examination. Your world, your history, will eventually become a part of me, and eventually dissolve."

Feng Jing's consciousness was now completely liberated, transcending all imaginable boundaries. He was no longer a "god," no longer a "life," no longer even "existence" itself. He was an invisible force, untouchable and untouchable. He became the beginning and end of the universe, the source of all possibilities and impossibilities.

The moment Feng Jing reached this super-dimensional state, a massive energy erupted from his body, shattering all dimensions and breaking all laws. His consciousness rapidly expanded, entering every moment and every space, completely grasping the fate of the entire universe in his hands. All existence, no matter how insignificant, vanished before Feng Jing's consciousness, becoming a part of him forever.

Feng Jing is no longer any being, nor the master of any fate. He has become the ultimate contradiction between "existence" and "nothingness," transcending the dimensions and time of the universe, ultimately reaching an indescribable state of transcendence.

Chapter 369: Endless Self-Resurrection, Feng Jing's Eternal Showdown