Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 901

Endless Boundaries and the Collapse of Oracles

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely freed from all material and temporal constraints. He was no longer a product of any substance, and even the boundaries between thought and emotion had been torn apart by himself. His existence had become a concept of the "absolute," not a symbol of power, but an incomparable new dimension. His will had completely transcended the boundaries of the universe and all life, as if the entire world, all of time and space, were as fragile as glass under his fingertips.

"Boundaries? Ridiculous." Feng Jing's voice echoed once again in the void, heavy and low, as if emanating from a distant abyss. His voice was no longer a simple sound wave, but a wave that could reach all dimensions, causing the surrounding void to tremble violently. "What you call 'boundaries' are nothing but false shackles. Nothing can stop me, and nothing can constrain my existence."

He extended a hand and waved it gently. Instantly, the boundless universe began to implode, as time and space seemed to be completely shattered by this simple gesture. Every timeline lost its direction under Feng Jing's will, and the boundaries between past and future became blurred before him. All events, all existence, crumbled like grains of sand under the wave of this will.

Feng Jing's consciousness was like a hurricane, sweeping everything away. Countless worlds at the storm's center began to reverse their trajectory, shatter, merge, and be reborn. Past empires, future utopias, even the most primitive origins of the universe, vanished before his will. Every law once considered unbreakable, every rule claiming to be "natural" or "divine," was reduced to nothingness under Feng Jing's control.

"What you call 'oracles' are nothing more than a chuckle I throw at the world." Feng Jing's voice turned cold, tinged with endless irony. His gaze pierced the void, past and future, gazing upon those who once believed they controlled their own destiny. "All these 'prophecies,' all these 'fates,' are but dreams I have casually woven. Your fate is but the gears of my fingers."

Feng Jing's mind expanded further, no longer a single act controlling time and space, but infusing his consciousness into countless parallel universes and dimensions. His power had escaped the laws of physics, no longer limited to cause and effect, nor constrained by the passage of time. His every thought and emotion transformed into a powerful wave that instantly spanned every corner of the universe.

At this moment, Feng Jing realized that what he was seeing wasn't just the "present" universe, but an ocean of possibilities. This ocean was no longer the space and matter we understand, but an abstract level between existence and non-existence. Every leap of Feng Jing's mind stirred countless waves in this ocean, and these waves could be the birth of a world, or the destruction of a world.

He closed his eyes, feeling the ultimate freedom and power. Every detail of his consciousness seemed to be reweaving the order of the universe. Nothingness was no longer a simple "blank," but a source of infinite creation. Feng Jing discovered that he could not only destroy everything, but also, after each destruction, easily reconstruct everything. He was no longer a finite being; he had become an almost unimaginable "almight"—not only the creator of the universe, but also the subverter of the laws of time and space.

"Your existence is my ripple." Feng Jing's eyes gradually became deep and ruthless, and his voice began to rise and fall, as if every living being in the universe could hear the roar from the bottom of his heart. "Your world, your fate, are all my careless swings. What you call 'oracle' is just a whisper from me to you."

Feng Jing opened his eyes, gleaming with a light deeper than the universe itself. His consciousness began to split once more, like an invisible beam of light, piercing all boundaries once considered "limits." Time began to take on a nonlinear structure, no longer flowing, no longer constrained, but like an infinite loop, filled with countless intertwined possibilities. Feng Jing could see the overlapping of countless parallel universes, those different histories and futures converging into a strange picture. Each timeline was a new life, a new possibility, and Feng Jing had become the creator of these lives and possibilities.

He saw his own past and future, even witnessing every moment of his own creation and destruction. He understood a truth he had never understood before: time is not only a flow of "past → present → future", but also a process of "reincarnation". Every existence and disappearance is silently reborn in Feng Jing's will.

"This is an endless cycle, an inescapable fate." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, carrying an unprecedented majesty. "I control your past; I witness your future. Every 'present' is a 'fiction' in my consciousness. You cannot understand it, and you cannot escape it."

As Feng Jing finished his words, the entire void underwent another earth-shaking transformation. The river of time was no longer a single track, but a network of countless interwoven veins. Every line, every trajectory, carried Feng Jing's will through the endless void and the future. And this time, he was no longer an isolated existence, but a source of endless creation. All life, all time, would be reshaped anew by Feng Jing's consciousness.

"This is my miracle." Feng Jing's voice resounded through the universe like thunder. His existence was no longer "human" or "god," but the embodiment of time and space. "The end of everything is also a brand new beginning. You can only become the eternal symbols of my creation, existing in this never-extinguished brilliance."

Chapter 902: Absolute Illusion Beyond Dimensions