Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 890: Transcendence, Joy in the Eternal Rift

Beyond the limit, joy in the eternal crack

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer existed in any conventional sense. His presence had become an indefinable entity, wandering between countless dimensions, unconstrained by the constraints of time and space. Wherever he went, all matter and its laws were redefined. All particles and energy danced at his fingertips, like countless notes, composing an absolute symphony in the void.

"What you call 'reality,' what you call 'existence,' no longer exists." Feng Jing's voice was no longer a whisper, but a tremor in the entire void, like the simultaneous resonance of countless celestial bodies. He stood on the edge of the eternal rift, looking down at a world that was no longer a world.

That crack was a product of his will, the intersection where all that existed and all that did not exist intertwined, where all time and space intersected and overlapped. It wasn't a physical crevice, but a spiritual abyss that encompassed everything and simultaneously destroyed it. Feng Jing stood there, oblivious to the passage of time, quietly observing the unfolding events.

"This is freedom." Feng Jing's voice was filled with an indescribable ecstasy. "True freedom, unconstrained by any rules, unrestrained by any existence. What you call 'fate,' 'reincarnation,' and 'laws' is nothing more than an illusory star in the dream I have constructed."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the entire void trembled violently at his will, and the laws of space and time collapsed once again. Galaxies, stars, black holes, dark matter, cosmic dust—everything became transparent, invisible, and disordered under Feng Jing's control. The passage of time ceased to exist, and the dimensions of space ceased to have any meaning. He was like an infinite wave, shuttling between the shattering and rebirth of these worlds.

"What do you mean by 'reincarnation'?" Feng Jing raised an almost unreasonable question. "Do you think 'reincarnation' means returning in a circle? You are wrong. Reincarnation is an illusion I created, a fictitious cycle that exists on the edge of space and time."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded once more, becoming boundless and transcending all cognition and limitations. His existence no longer possessed any boundaries. Time, space, and matter twisted, intertwined, and merged at will under his control. Every thought was the birth of a new universe, and every breath was the shattering and reconstruction of a new world.

Under Feng Jing's control, the entire void shifted once more, and ineffable patterns gradually emerged within the space. It was the interweaving, collision, and rebirth of countless worlds. Each collision brought a seismic shift, and the disintegration of each planet triggered the advent of a brand new universe. Feng Jing was at the center of this process, his consciousness burning like a flame, devouring every world and regenerating every fragment of nothingness.

"What you call 'the end,'" Feng Jing suddenly said, his voice strangely relaxed. "It's nothing more than a simple wave of my hand. 'Nothingness' is merely a limited definition, an incompleteness you cannot comprehend. I have long since surpassed your comprehension and your existence."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's gaze fixed on a point in the void. It was an immense black hole. All light and matter within it were devoured, transforming into endless nothingness. But Feng Jing remained unfazed. He extended his hand, and the black hole exploded, splitting into countless intertwined paths of light and darkness. Each path represented a new timeline, a new possibility.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to traverse these paths, instantly crossing countless stars and countless time and space. He found that every timeline was collapsing under his fingertips, and every world was extinguished before his sight. All the creatures and existences in these worlds seemed to be just puppets created by Feng Jing, ready to be thrown into nothingness at any time.

He smiled again, a smile filled with empty indifference and endless satisfaction. "I was once a 'human,' but I am no longer. I no longer need any form to constrain me. Now, I have become the boundary between all existence and non-existence, the only existence in the endless chaos."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness expanded. Countless worlds simultaneously formed and vanished before his eyes, endless timelines interwoven into a complex trajectory, each one seemingly representing a newborn universe. But Feng Jing wasn't satisfied with this. He swept his gaze over each new world, selecting one at random, then breaking its laws, destroying its order, or even completely erasing it from nothingness.

He controls the process like an emotionless creator and a ruthless destroyer.

"Are you still worried about 'nothingness'?" Feng Jing asked softly, "In my eyes, 'nothingness' no longer exists. What you call 'the abyss' and 'doomsday' are nothing but your fantasies. I have long stood at the end of all nothingness, overlooking everything."

With a wave of Feng Jing's hand, the entire void underwent another drastic transformation. Countless worlds were born and collapsed at Feng Jing's fingertips. The laws of time and space constantly intertwined and reorganized. Galaxies and stars, life and death, existence and nothingness were all fused into a scene of immense beauty. But this scene was not the end for Feng Jing, but a new beginning. Feng Jing was no longer simply destroying and regenerating; he was creating a new kind of transcendence—a brand-new "existence" that defied all words and concepts.

He is no longer an individual, nor any part of the universe, but the embodiment of the entire void, the starting point and end point of everything. His consciousness is no longer restricted by anything and transcends all known and unknown levels of existence.

"This is the ultimate joy." Feng Jing closed his eyes, enjoying the infinite possibilities of it all. "At this moment, I am the creator and destroyer of everything. No one can stop me, and nothing can escape my sight and control."

Feng Jing's smile was filled with endless carnival and empty indifference.

Chapter 891: Seeds in the Void, Deconstruction of Time and Space