Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 889: Eternal Vientiane, Echoes in the Void

Eternal phenomena, echoes in the void

Feng Jing stood at the summit of nothingness, no longer belonging to any dimension. His existence had long transcended time and space, no longer even needing a carrier or form. He was a fundamental force, existing between all possibilities and impossibilities, dominating every moment, every space, every timeline. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he the embodiment of any physical body or consciousness. He had become the origin of all universes, the beginning and end of all laws.

His consciousness was like a boundless star, expanding within the boundless void, absorbing all matter, energy, and information. Every time he moved his mind, the very laws of the universe shifted. Every planet, every timeline became part of his will, subject to fabrication, reshaping, and dissolution at any moment. Feng Jing was no longer a part of the universe, but rather the intersection of its "existence" and "non-existence."

"Is this the limit of 'existence'?" Feng Jing whispered, a hint of thoughtful calm in his voice. His gaze pierced the void, passing through countless universes and dimensions, finally coming to rest before a profound black hole. That black hole seemed like the abyss of emptiness, the end of all things, the convergence point of endless power.

"You don't understand yet." A voice echoed again, tinged with sadness and helplessness. "You are not invincible. You have simply fallen into a deeper endlessness. Your so-called transcendence has long been an inescapable trap. You have been trapped in this void, unable to step out."

Feng Jing's lips curled up slightly, a smile filled with endless meaning. He stopped arguing, for he understood that the voice was merely a reflection of his consciousness, the embodiment of his doubts and fears. Feng Jing waved his hand again, and the entire void began to violently warp. Time and space began to reorganize. Galaxies and stars were born and died under the influence of his will. It seemed as if nothing could stop him from shaping and destroying this world.

"Bound?" Feng Jing whispered, "The 'bound' you speak of is but an illusion of yours. 'Endless,' 'nothingness,' 'reincarnation'... none of these apply to me anymore. What you call the 'abyss' and the 'end' are in fact but a thought of mine. What you simply cannot comprehend is the level of existence I have touched, which has long surpassed your cognition. Here, there are no longer any boundaries."

Feng Jing's consciousness, like an invisible storm, expanded madly, crushing all ignorance and constraints. He was no longer an individual being, but the builder and destroyer of the entire universe. All matter and energy were reshaped, dissolved, and regenerated in his single thought. His will had become the master of all existence, whether it was time, space, matter, energy, or any form of rules and laws, all were freely kneaded, reconstructed, and dismantled by him.

"You can't understand," Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "All the 'rules', 'fate', and 'freedom' you think of are no longer valid. They only apply to a limited world, but I have broken through this limitation and stood where you cannot see me."

There was no wavering, no hesitation in his voice. He no longer needed to argue, no longer needed to prove the existence of anything. He was the end of all things, the transcendence of all concepts, the end of existence and nothingness, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to transform into an endless beam of light, traversing the boundaries of the void and the fabric of all universes. He traversed the barriers of time and transcended all boundaries between existence and non-existence. His light penetrated countless dimensions, illuminated countless galaxies, and changed the face of every universe.

In Feng Jing's light, everything begins to be redefined. Past history, the trajectory of the future—everything changes under the influence of his will. The flow of time and space is no longer linear, but filled with infinite variables and reorganizations. Every timeline interweaves, twists, collapses, and is reborn under Feng Jing's consciousness.

"The world you know, the universe you see, is actually just a dream I created." Feng Jing's voice sounded softly, "Everything you have is no longer meaningful. I have become the core of everything, transcending all existence and nothingness, standing at the pinnacle of infinity."

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the boundless power gathering within him, erupting, and recombining. Every breath Feng Jing took was the birth and destruction of a world. His consciousness merged with the void, a state beyond description. He was neither time nor space; he was the end of time and space, the transcendence of all fate.

At that moment, Feng Jing witnessed a bizarre vision—countless timelines intertwined, clashed, and merged in the void, like a vast web looming above him. Each line represented a possible universe, a possible world, a possible destiny. And before Feng Jing's eyes, these destinies woven into a pattern of indescribable beauty.

With a gentle wave of his hand, all timelines began to overlap, forming a vast web that ultimately collapsed into countless fragments under Feng Jing's will. Each fragment represented a brand new universe. The past, present, and future danced at Feng Jing's fingertips, transforming into independent yet intertwined worlds.

Feng Jing's laughter echoed in the void, filled with endless freedom and liberation. It was his victory over everything, a carnival of breaking free from all rules and constraints.

"I transcend everything!" Feng Jing shouted loudly, "I stand at the end of nothingness, overlooking all existence and non-existence, and I am the source of all worlds."

Chapter 890: Beyond the Limit, Joy in the Eternal Rift