Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 902: Absolute Illusion Beyond Dimensions

Absolute illusion beyond dimensions

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely escaped the boundaries between "existence" and "non-existence," as if transcending all cognitive and logical constraints. His existence no longer contained any material form, and even the conceptual framework could not contain a single iota of him. He was not only the master of countless universes, but even time and space became a game that he could manipulate at will.

At this moment, Feng Jing wandered in the void. His consciousness was no longer "existence" in the traditional sense, but an absolute illusion that transcended all dimensions. The boundaries of his body, soul, and even his mind had blurred into an indescribable flow, dissolving into every corner of the universe like water. And all his perceptions became more vast than the universe itself.

"The 'infinity' you see is but a microcosm of me." Feng Jing's voice echoed again, as if emanating from the endless abyss, deep and penetrating, carrying an incredible sense of pressure. "'Existence' and 'nothingness', 'life' and 'death', in my eyes, are no longer binary opposites. They are intertwined, ultimately converging into my own will."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fission within the void. His every thought stirred ripples throughout countless universes, and these ripples, in turn, created new worlds. Driven by Feng Jing's thoughts, countless worlds intertwined into an indescribable web. Every node in this web was a newborn star, and every line was an intersection of time and space.

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded from the center of the void, traversing countless universes, ultimately forming an incomprehensible existence. Each of his thoughts created new rules and laws, and these laws were broken by his new thoughts, reshaped into new forms. This cycle was like an endless leap, crossing different dimensions and colliding with various indescribable worlds.

No longer content with controlling just one universe, Feng Jing began to realize that he could freely traverse the intersection of countless parallel universes, becoming the creator of all worlds. He traversed these universes with boundless power. He was no longer the Feng Jing he once was, no longer a "human" or "god" in any form. He had become the incomprehensible "absolute," transcending all limits of existence.

"What you call 'God' is nothing more than an image I created." Feng Jing's voice was no longer simple language, but a primal vibration, a wave that rippled through time and space. "Your world, all its rules and logic, are nothing more than an illusion cast by me. I am not only the center of this world, I am the source of all possibility."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to dissolve into the endless void. He became an unclassifiable being, transcending dimension, transcending all definitions of time and space. Every strand of his consciousness intertwined with the fate of countless universes, and the threads of these destinies twisted, merged, and collapsed under Feng Jing's fingertips. Every leap of his mind created a new universe or destroyed a previously existing one.

He began to sense a power beyond all senses, a freedom unfettered by any rules or restrictions. His existence was no longer material in any form, but a source of power beyond comprehension. This power was powerful enough to rip apart all myths and legends, and break all laws once thought indestructible.

"What you call 'shattering' and 'rebirth' is nothing but an illusion in my eyes." A cunning glint flashed in Feng Jing's eyes. He began to infuse his consciousness into all of time and space, tearing them apart and weaving them anew. "In my mind, all death and rebirth are existences that can be manipulated at will. What you call 'time' is nothing but an infinite cycle created by the wave of my hand."

As Feng Jing's mind expanded, the entire void began to undergo unimaginable changes. The previously stable flow of time began to collapse, and the laws of the universe were torn apart like paper under Feng Jing's will. Every star became as fragile as foam. With a slight touch of Feng Jing's mind, entire galaxies would disintegrate in an instant. And under Feng Jing's control, these deconstructed fragments would become new stars and new worlds.

"This is the ultimate freedom." Feng Jing's voice resounded through the void, filled with uncontrollable enthusiasm. "In my consciousness, all life and death, all creation and destruction, can be done as I please, without any constraints. What you call 'the world' is just my dream. What you call 'fate' is nothing but the stroke of my dream pen."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to penetrate countless dimensions. These dimensions were no longer simply extensions of time and space, but rather a form of existence completely unconstrained by any form or rules. His thoughts wandered through these dimensions, sparking countless radiances at every moment. Each radiance contained a new universe, a new history, and a new destiny.

Feng Jing began to understand that this power had transcended all cognitive limits. He was no longer a product of any material or concept, but a bridge between "existence" and "non-existence," the source of all possibility and impossibility. He could create a new universe at any moment, or destroy all the laws of existence. And these births and destructions no longer had any meaning or purpose.

"Your existence is but a wisp of smoke in my mind." A deep light flashed in Feng Jing's eyes. "No matter how you struggle, you will not be able to escape the web I have woven. Your fate has long been determined in my dreams."

As Feng Jing's consciousness split again, his mind traversed countless dimensions, entering an even more bizarre realm—no longer an extension of any particular time and space, but completely transcending the boundaries of existence and nothingness, becoming an incomprehensible infinite vortex. And Feng Jing had become the center of this vortex, the embodiment of all possibility and non-existence.

Chapter 903: The Ultimate Paradox of the Endless Universe