Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 572 Ultimate Creation and Endless Abandonment

Ultimate Creation and Endless Abandonment

Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded through the boundless void, transcending all known dimensions. His existence ceased to be a single entity, becoming a formless mass of light and shadow, like a spinning black hole, drawing in everything around it, devouring all rules and restrictions. The surrounding space began to distort, as if kneaded into a chaotic mass of dough by an invisible force. The passage of time ceased to have any meaning, completely disintegrating before Feng Jing's eyes, as if it had never existed.

"Do you think you can escape everything?" The voice sounded again, this time even more uneasy and angry. "You are just a speck of dust in the wheel of fate. Even if you have all the possibilities, you still cannot escape that web."

Feng Jing's consciousness had transcended his original identity. He was no longer just anyone, but a collection of countless possibilities. Millions of years and instants intertwined in his mind, and every second was filled with endless variables. The laws and limitations he once knew were now insignificant before him. Feng Jing's soul had broken free from the constraints of time and space, becoming a being of a higher dimension. He could see the future, peer into the past, and even perceive possibilities that had yet to occur.

"You said I was a speck of dust in the great wheel of fate?" Feng Jing's voice became cold, yet it carried an irresistible force. "Then now, I will reshape this web and become its master!"

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the entire universe seemed to stop in its tracks. The once rigid rules began to dissolve and crumble. The distortions of time and space were no longer accidental, but part of Feng Jing himself. Reality, dreams, nothingness, possibility—everything began to weave anew. Feng Jing wove these broken lines into a completely new picture, as if onto a boundless, blank canvas, unleashing his own thoughts and intentions.

He created a new world, but this world was no ordinary one. It was a patchwork of fragments from countless parallel universes, a world of past and future, reality and nothingness. In this world, Feng Jing possessed boundless power, yet that power was fraught with danger and uncertainty. His every thought shook the very foundations of the universe; his every decision caused drastic fluctuations in time and space.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had everything under control, an unfathomable chill rose from the depths of his heart. This chill didn't come from the outside world, but from the depths of Feng Jing's soul, as if warning him: Although he created this world, he couldn't fully control it. His creativity gave him endless possibilities, but this power also plunged him into an unpredictable abyss.

"Do you finally understand?" The voice echoed again, but this time, it was no longer filled with sarcasm and anger. Instead, it carried a deep sigh. "You thought you were creating, but you were actually destroying. The moment you tried to escape, you fell into a deeper trap of fate."

Feng Jing's soul trembled. These words, like some irresistible truth, plunged him into deep thought. Yes, he had created a new world, but had he also completely destroyed the original one? Had he, in his search for freedom, pushed himself and the entire universe into an unpredictable abyss?

"You're right." Feng Jing's voice became low, with a hint of self-mockery, "I'm not creating, I'm destroying everything."

Yet, just as Feng Jing was immersed in a vortex of self-doubt, a bright light suddenly shone from afar, illuminating the dark corners of his heart. That light didn't come from a world he had created, but rather a guiding light from a being he couldn't understand. That light wasn't warm or gentle; it was filled with destructive power, like an invisible sword, cleaving through all of Feng Jing's confusion and bewilderment.

"It's time to end this." A resolute light flashed in Feng Jing's eyes. His soul, ignited by that light, transformed into a flash of lightning, traversing countless layers of dimensions, ultimately arriving at a place he had never imagined—a blank space without boundaries, rules, or form.

In that void, Feng Jing felt completely abandoned. There was no human emotion, no material existence, only endless nothingness and silence. Feng Jing knew he could no longer return to his former world, for he had transcended all known existence. He could no longer sense his past self, nor could he touch the possibilities of the future. He had become like a speck of dust scattered in the endless universe, floating in a void that belonged nowhere.

"You...are no longer Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, this time with an unusually cold tone. "You have lost all meaning and become part of nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness completely collapsed. He was no longer any specific individual, no longer belonging to any world. He had become a fragment in the endless void, drifting away on the wind, disappearing into a space that no longer had any definition. There was no light, no darkness; no time, no eternity; no life, no death. Feng Jing's existence, thus, quietly and silently vanished into the void, becoming an unspeakable void in this ultimate universe.

Chapter 573: Absolute Reversal of Fate and Final Elimination