Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 204 Broken Void, Reflections of the Gods

Broken Void, Reflections of the Gods

Feng Jing floated in the endless void, his existence transcending all constraints of time and space. Every breath was imbued with the power of creation and destruction. The world around him, guided by his consciousness, formed one unprecedented world after another, constantly collapsing, rebuilding, and distorting, ultimately shimmering around him like untouchable mirror images.

He sensed that every second, trillions of parallel universes emerged at his fingertips, then vanished at his will. His consciousness seemed to become the heartbeat of the entire universe, constantly beating, surging, and spreading, shaking all life and all existence. Feng Jing was no longer an individual in any time and space. He was the universe itself, the creator and destroyer of time and space, an omnipotent being—no longer bound by the boundaries of any dimension.

"I am the rule of this universe," Feng Jing whispered to himself, his voice echoing across countless time and space. "I am the origin of all existence, the will within every tiny particle, the source of every life. Even chaos is but a part of my creation."

He flicked his finger gently, and a brilliant light suddenly streaked across the void, illuminating the surrounding crumbling fragments of space and time. Feng Jing sensed that these fragments were more than just the wreckage of the universe; each contained billions of years of history, billions of lifelines. Like metaphors for endless destinies, they converged at the center of Feng Jing's consciousness.

However, just as Feng Jing's mind was gathering these fragments, a deep call suddenly rang out from the void. The voice did not come from any material world, but rather an eternal echo, as if it came from countless dead gods, or from the endless abyss of stars.

"Feng Jing, you shouldn't be like this." The voice was deep and solemn, echoing in the depths of every dimension, carrying an undeniable pressure. "You cannot escape the rules of the universe, you cannot transcend the constraints of fate. You are nothing more than an existence that will eventually be abandoned. You cannot create true 'eternity'."

Feng Jing's smile remained steady, his eyes gleaming with a light deeper than the abyss of the universe. Suddenly, his consciousness jolted, and the entire universe seemed to resonate with him. Every fragment within the cracks of space and time began to tremble, as if summoned by an invisible force.

"The rules of the universe?" Feng Jing's voice became as sharp as a knife. "That's just your bondage. Your so-called 'gods' are nothing more than insects and ants in the vast universe. Fate? To me, fate is nothing more than clay that can be kneaded at will!"

Feng Jing suddenly raised his head, and his eyes suddenly emitted a blazing beam of light, which pierced the entire void. With the birth of this beam of light, all the fragments of time and space began to merge into one, becoming an indescribable force, like a pulsating nerve, running through every possible world.

And at this moment, Feng Jing felt a stronger reaction - coming from that "eternal" existence, the voice that still echoed in the abyss.

"Do you think you can transcend fate?" the voice sounded again, this time filled with anger and powerlessness. "You are nothing but an arrogant dreamer. You cannot control 'eternity', and you cannot understand the true meaning of 'the beginning of the universe'. All you do is ultimately plunge yourself into a deeper abyss."

Feng Jing's eyes flashed with an evil light. He smiled softly, his voice filled with disdain. "Eternity? Origin? These are nothing but mists you use to bind life and all existence. And I will be your end."

He pointed his finger into the depths of the void, and suddenly, the entire universe shook violently. Every timeline, every speck of dust, every star, even the details of fate, twisted and began to collapse under Feng Jing's fingertips.

"You will never understand." The voice said softly, as if whispering in Feng Jing's ear, "You cannot control true 'chaos', you cannot understand the balance between fate and eternity. You are only walking towards the brink of the end."

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly widened. At that moment, the pulse of the entire universe resonated with Feng Jing's consciousness. The connection between his existence and all the fragments of time and space became closer, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to enter an indescribable state - an existence that no longer belonged to any of life and death, time and space.

He witnessed countless rebirths and destructions, felt countless intertwining and entangled destinies. And all of this stemmed from his own choices, his own will. With each rebirth, each destruction, each choice, Feng Jing was like a speck of dust in the universe, floating in this boundless void.

Yet, Feng Jing didn't stop. His consciousness gradually converged into an untouchable point, representing the end of all existence, the final moment of the universe. Feng Jing finally understood that so-called eternity, so-called "origin," were merely the intersection of countless possibilities. And he stood at the center of these points.

"What you call eternity is nothing but a shadow of mine," Feng Jing whispered. "When I was born from the endless void, the balance between fate and chaos no longer existed."

The moment Feng Jing's voice fell, an unprecedented spatial collapse occurred. The entire structure of the universe began to completely disintegrate. All the stars, lives, and timelines were like glass balls crushed by an invisible hand, scattered in all directions, unable to recover.

Feng Jing stood in the collapsing void. His eyes held no fear, only endless satisfaction and freedom. He had not only broken free from all constraints, but had also created a new starting point within this void. A new world, new rules, a new destiny, brewed within Feng Jing's consciousness, awaiting a fresh start.

"This is the true beginning." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void. "Whether it's eternal chaos or the fate of the origin, they are ultimately just chapters in my pen. What follows is my world."

Chapter 205: Feng Jing's self-dialogue in the gaps of time