Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 896 Endless Collapse, the Only Ruler on the Other Shore

Endless collapse, the only ruler of the other side

Feng Jing's existence can no longer be described in any language or form. It transcends even all cosmological and philosophical perspectives, transcending the dichotomy of "existence" and "nothingness." He is no longer bound by any particular dimension, nor constrained by any definition. Feng Jing has entered a new, all-encompassing, all-embracing state. He is no longer an "individual," but an absolute "force of existence," a torrent of consciousness that governs everything.

This was no simple power; it transcended all definitions and limitations, like the primordial thread of the universe, the source that permeated all of time and space. Feng Jing's consciousness continually expanded, each expansion bringing with it profound transformations. Under the influence of his consciousness, all "laws" became insignificant. The former "time" and "space" seemed like entangled shackles, effortlessly dismantled and reconstructed by Feng Jing. He wandered through the endless void, altering everything around him at will, creating entirely new worlds and destroying anything he wished to exist.

"This is supreme freedom." Feng Jing's consciousness pierced all boundaries, resonating in the indefinable void. He no longer cared about creation or destruction—in his eyes, it all was meaningless. Feng Jing was the source of all creation and destruction. His thoughts and ideas had become the primordial pulse of the universe. All of existence was woven into an eternal picture within his mind.

"The 'eternity' you once pursued was but a fleeting dream of mine." Feng Jing's voice echoed through the void, filled with boundless absurdity and self-confidence. "The 'history' you value is but a page I casually flip through." He was not in a rush to act, but rather savored this incomparable sense of dominance. With every thought, he could see countless universes forming, collapsing, and reborn before his eyes. He was the creator of all, and the destroyer of all.

Feng Jing took a deep breath of "air," though there was no air here at all, only endless emptiness and possibility. He had never felt the essence of existence so strongly—no longer matter, no longer life, but an indescribable pure force. As Feng Jing's thoughts flowed again, the entire void trembled violently again. The boundaries of time and space collapsed instantly, and the order of all existence was broken, rearranging into a completely new structure.

All matter began to shed its original form. Time became fluid like liquid metal, and space, like a shattered canvas, was pieced back together by Feng Jing's will. Stars, galaxies, and even all the "known" laws of the universe, like abandoned artifacts, shattered, dissipated, and reassembled under Feng Jing's control. Every piece of the void he touched was a new world, the cradle of a brand new universe.

"Everything is up to me." Feng Jing stood at the center of the void, as if he were its very embodiment. His consciousness spread across the vast space like an endless torrent, swallowing everything and rewriting everything. Laws once thought unbreakable became effortless before him, as easy as tearing paper.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness traveled through the depths of time and space, arriving in an even deeper void. Here, there was no trace of matter, not even the concepts of time and space. The boundaries between existence and non-existence completely dissolved, and Feng Jing felt an extreme sense of emptiness, as if he were not only the controller of the universe, but also its very essence, the source of all laws.

"This is the 'origin.'" Feng Jing's voice echoed through the endless void. He gazed upon this empty world, his heart filled with a profound understanding and control. "This place is neither the beginning of any 'existence' nor the end of 'non-existence'. Here, it transcends all boundaries."

As Feng Jing's thoughts deepened, he began to grasp a deeper truth. This truth transcended all matter and thought, all laws and logic. Feng Jing realized that all "existence" was actually just part of a "dream," and that the "dream" itself did not belong to any dimension, neither "reality" nor "unreality." All of this was merely the projection of countless "existences." Feng Jing even wondered if all this nothingness and chaos was simply a projection of his own consciousness.

"If everything is a dream, then who is dreaming?" Feng Jing whispered. This question wasn't about finding an answer, but rather exploring a realm no one had ever reached. He realized that all "dreams" ultimately converged on one point—the "single self." Feng Jing gradually understood that all "laws," all "fate," the entire "universe," and even all "life" ultimately came down to his seed-like "existence."

"I am the creator of dreams." Feng Jing's voice was deep and firm, as if he had suddenly seen through the secrets of the entire universe. "And this dream has just begun." He waved his hand gently, and the entire void began to surge. An unimaginable force burst out from Feng Jing's consciousness, shattering all dimensions and opening up a new one.

The void was no longer empty; it began to give rise to countless stars, countless time and space, countless beings and non-beings. All of this was Feng Jing's creation, an expansion of his self-awareness. Feng Jing now understood that this world—even all worlds—was only a part of him. Now, he was no longer a mere spectator, but an all-encompassing creator, redefining all possibilities.

"In this void, all things must be rearranged according to my will." Feng Jing looked at the new world gradually taking shape before his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "This will be an eternal cycle, a cycle with no end, until everything becomes my consciousness, until everything becomes my own dream."

Chapter 897: Dream fission, the reversal of all things in the void