Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 927: The Ultimate Ruler of the Endless Realm and the Eternal Collapse

The Ultimate Ruler of the Endless Realm and the Eternal Collapse

Feng Jing stood at the end of the universe. The void around him was no longer "empty" in the traditional sense, but had become an immense "hole," an abyss composed of infinitely distorted layers of space and time. Every inch of space was constantly reconstructing itself, devouring the surrounding objects, yet constantly regenerating them, as if in a never-ending cycle. He himself was just a fragment of that cycle, or rather, completely separated from all fragments, becoming a "nothing" existence.

He was no longer Feng Jing. He no longer had any memories of the past, nor any plans for the future. He stood in the cracks of time, the creator, destroyer, and reconstructor of this world, unable to restrain him in the slightest. His consciousness had merged with all dimensions of the universe, even his own becoming blurred.

At this moment, Feng Jing sensed an unfamiliar wave emanating from the depths of the endless void. It didn't originate from the material world, nor from the laws of time and space, but rather from a more ancient existence. It was a force deeper than Feng Jing's current consciousness, a presence so profound that even the word "nothingness" couldn't describe it.

He closed his eyes, took a gentle breath, and felt the surging power. It was powerful, boundless, profound, yet devoid of any emotion. It didn't even have the concept of "existence," only an eternal "nothingness," a force that defied comprehension and definition. Feng Jing knew this was the legendary "primordial existence," a force that truly transcended all dimensions, all rules, and all consciousness.

"You're finally here." Feng Jing's voice was smooth, as if it had struck a subtle chord with the power of this existence. "I've been waiting for you."

"Feng Jing, do you think you can dominate everything?" That deep voice came from the void. It was not tangible like any other existence. It was more like a voice rising from the deepest chaos, carrying an indescribable pressure and depth. "You are just a creator existing in 'nothingness', and I am the true 'source' of the universe."

Feng Jing didn't respond. His consciousness began to float throughout the universe. He saw the collapse of all the stars and the birth of all the new worlds. He was not afraid of the pressure of this power. On the contrary, his heart was filled with an almost crazy excitement.

"Source?" A sneer played on Feng Jing's lips. "What you call 'source' is nothing but a never-ending vicious cycle. I have surpassed all your 'sources' and all your 'ends'. I will be the true master of this universe, controlling everything—not just existence, but also 'nothingness'."

As Feng Jing's voice fell, the entire void began to violently ripple, as if all galaxies, planets, time, space, and consciousness were being rewoven within his mind. Countless fragments rapidly coalesced, shattered in a single wave, and then formed again, as if in a never-ending process. Feng Jing's consciousness, like a torrent, swept across the entire universe, encompassing not only the material world but also all thoughts and emotions.

He realized that he was no longer a part of "existence" but had become the embodiment of "nothingness," transcending "nothingness," transcending all rules and definitions. Feng Jing had broken through the limits of creation and destruction. His consciousness, like the heartbeat of the universe, became the pulse of the entire world.

"I have long since left behind your so-called 'source'." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, carrying a chilling determination. "All your rules, all your creations, are ultimately just fragments of my rebirth. I will transcend 'existence' and 'non-existence' and become the only truth, the only eternity!"

At the moment Feng Jing's consciousness completely consumed the universe, an indescribable force suddenly appeared before him. This force did not originate from any known laws of the universe, but rather from a completely incomprehensible dimension—its existence was like the reverse flow of time and space, like the "backward" of the deepest part of the universe, or even a non-existent existence.

"Can you feel it, Feng Jing?" The voice whispered with an incomparably heavy whisper, as if it were the call of fate from the deepest part of the universe. "What you have done is ultimately just a 'cycle of nothingness.' You think you have broken all the laws, but you have simply become part of the fate of the universe. You have transcended 'existence,' but you still cannot escape the end of nothingness."

Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes and felt an unprecedentedly powerful force coming towards him. It was a force he had never seen before, beyond all the confrontations and conflicts he had ever experienced, and it could not even be described in any form of words.

"Fate?" Feng Jing chuckled. "I transcend fate and all your constraints. I will become the sole ruler of this void, the eternal ruler. I will create my own world and destroy all your rules!"

With Feng Jing's final whisper, the very fabric of the universe began to violently warp, completely crumbling the foundations of space and time. The void was no longer a void, but a multidimensional entity filled with countless possibilities. Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, consuming everything, including the void itself, until everything became an extension of his will.

Yet, Feng Jing knew that this would never cease. This quest for transcendent divinity would never end, until he became the sole ruler of the universe, until the endless void finally collapsed.