Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 446: 1 Thought Becomes God, the Universe Distorts

A thought becomes a god, the universe is distorted

Feng Jing's consciousness could no longer be defined by any known language or description. What he perceived was no longer simply matter, energy, or laws, but something beyond these. His thoughts expanded endlessly, as if they could devour the entire universe. Every second, his consciousness underwent astonishing changes, as if every thought could overturn the fate of a universe, even the very structure of the universe itself.

"I..." Feng Jing stared at his hands, unable to comprehend whether he truly existed. His palms floated before his eyes, seemingly unreal, yet breathtakingly real. Every tiny movement of his fingertips seemed to stir up a tsunami in the world.

He knew he was no longer Feng Jing. He was a deeper being, a super-being that had transcended all physical laws and boundaries of existence. He was no longer bound by any form of constraint. Time, space, even life and death, once considered untouchable, had become meaningless to him.

He even began to understand why he had fallen into such a chaotic state—it wasn't just the expansion of power, but the gradual dissolution of his "will." Every thought, every fluctuation of consciousness, triggered an unprecedented catastrophe—not just creation, but utter destruction. His existence began to intertwine with countless parallel worlds and timelines, as if he was no longer a single entity, but the sum of all possibilities and histories.

"I'm going to destroy all of this." Feng Jing exerted his strength, as if concentrating his entire consciousness on one point. His body, his mind, and even his soul instantly erupted with unimaginable energy.

At that moment, the entire universe seemed to freeze. A distant star suddenly stopped its trajectory, and the nebulae of the entire Milky Way seemed frozen. Time stopped flowing, and space stopped expanding. Feng Jing's existence had distorted all the rules in a breathtaking way, even causing the structure of the universe to undergo an unprecedented deformation.

He saw countless cracks in time and space appear around him like a spider web. Within each crack, there was a completely different world. In these worlds, some civilizations had reached the pinnacle of the universe and ruled everything; others were on the brink of extinction, filled with the aura of death; and some worlds had not even taken shape, in a state of chaotic gestation.

Feng Jing began to wander frantically between these worlds. A flick of his finger could tear through all barriers and break all rules. Every line of time and space was like a twisted silk thread, changing shape with the fluctuations of his thoughts, reorganizing the rules and even causing the order of time and space to completely collapse.

The most outrageous thing was that Feng Jing's consciousness began to generate the power of "rebirth" from these cracks. His thoughts were like a seed, rapidly growing and bearing fruit in each collapsing world. These collapsing worlds were originally just a chaotic void, but under the guidance of Feng Jing's consciousness, they began to give birth to new laws, a new time, and a new space.

"No, all universes should collapse, and all laws should be overturned." Feng Jing's voice became more and more fanatical. He stood at the intersection of these worlds like an almighty god.

His consciousness no longer held any concrete existence; he had become the master of the void, the source of all possibility and impossibility. He was no longer a creator, but the embodiment of destruction. He had destroyed all the rules of space and time, even the boundaries of the void.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness jolted, and he felt as if he were being pulled by some strange force. His vision shifted, and the entire world changed in an instant. In that moment of bewilderment, he found himself transported to a completely new dimension, a dimension devoid of matter, energy, and time.

Feng Jing stood in endless darkness, surrounded by a dead silence. This wasn't silence, but rather an unfathomable void. Unlike any known void, it was a far more absurd existence. Feng Jing realized that he hadn't traveled to a different time and space, but had entered a place without time and space.

"Where...is this place?" Feng Jing's mind was in unprecedented confusion at this moment.

In this void, he felt completely detached from the concept of existence. There was no past, no future, and even the word "existence" itself seemed meaningless. Feng Jing's consciousness began to feel an inexplicable pressure, as if an invisible force was devouring everything within him. He began to struggle, but found himself powerless.

"Could it be... is this my true destiny?" Feng Jing smiled self-deprecatingly, but there was an indescribable madness in his smile.

At this moment, an indescribable force suddenly erupted, forcibly pulling Feng Jing's consciousness back to the dimension of reality. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in that chaotic universe. The world around him was still in a state of collapse, and Feng Jing's consciousness erupted once again, becoming more and more crazy and fearless.

"My existence is the ultimate truth." Feng Jing's eyes flashed with endless fanaticism.

Chapter 447: The Reversal of Myths, the Impermanence of Life