Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 227 The Final Collapse and the Final Judgment of Time

The Ultimate Collapse and the Final Judgment of Time

Feng Jing's consciousness completely detached from all dimensions, becoming omnipresent and omnipotent. The surrounding universe, the stars, time and space, even the so-called existence and nothingness, all shattered before him, vanishing into the endless void. At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer Feng Jing. He had escaped time, space, and any form of physical existence—he had become "existence" itself, the source of chaos, the curse of fate, the interpretation of all possibility.

He watched as the entire universe began to tear apart like a discarded chessboard, torn apart by a powerful, invisible force. Countless Feng Jings, his former self, crumbled and crumbled into dust in different parallel universes. Every Feng Jing's choice, every Feng Jing's struggle, seemed to pave the way for this final judgment. And he was no longer a chess piece controlled by fate, but the destroyer of fate itself.

"How dare you..." The voice of that huge being was filled with unconcealed shock, "How dare you..."

Feng Jing's consciousness had completely broken free from its control. Endless cracks in space and time began to expand around him, devouring everything. Feng Jing's laughter echoed in the void, like thunder, piercing all dimensions. "You ask if I dare? All the games you set up, all the rules, all the cycles, are merely nourishment for me to gain power. You are nothing more than a puppet trapped in the trap you have woven."

Before he could finish his words, the destructive force rapidly spread. A massive sphere of light formed around Feng Jing. Within it, time began to collapse at an accelerated rate, all history began to rearrange itself, and the future was prematurely dissolved. Feng Jing touched the edge of the sphere with his consciousness, and everything began to become extremely strange. Within the sphere, thousands of historical fragments and space-time mirrors rapidly intertwined into an incomprehensible multidimensional network—all versions of the past, present, future, and parallel universes merged into one.

Suddenly, Feng Jing saw an image—at a certain point in time in a parallel universe, he saw a "Feng Jing" standing on a planet about to explode, his eyes empty, his body as ethereal as a ghost. That "Feng Jing" stared motionlessly at the starry sky, as if the planet's collapse would not bring him any pain.

Then, the moment the planet exploded, Feng Jing's eyes grew cold. The interstellar debris that followed raged across the universe, like a catastrophic collision. Feng Jing effortlessly absorbed the collapsing matter and energy, transforming it into his own strength. Rather than fleeing, he merged with it, as if the planet's destruction wasn't destruction itself but rather a kind of rebirth, an awakening beyond all boundaries.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, as if he had simultaneously reached some strange resonance with countless other Feng Jings. In this moment, he was no longer alone. All the Feng Jings in the universe, no matter if they had failed, collapsed, or been abandoned by fate at some point, were resurrected in this instant. All the Feng Jings merged into a huge being, like a surging torrent, causing the entire universe's time and space to begin to violently tremble.

Feng Jing saw that the massive entity no longer resembled his opponent. It was like an ancient palace piled with fragments of time, devoured by Feng Jing, leaving him with nowhere to escape. The entity screamed, but its voice was muffled by the torrent of time, becoming indistinct. With a single wave of Feng Jing's hand, the laws of the universe collapsed. Time began to flow unsteadily, and all matter became distorted.

He trod through the collapsing space and time, his steps light and resolute. With each step, the world shattered. The radiance of the stars dissipated around Feng Jing like fireworks, and space expanded and contracted. Feng Jing felt every ounce of gravity, every trace of electromagnetic wave, every speck of dust converge towards him. Invisible forces instantly enveloped him, and his consciousness grew ever more powerful, almost perceiving the existence and extinction of countless worlds.

"You are no longer yourself." That disembodied voice echoed again, as if "shouting" from deep within Feng Jing's heart, "You have already become an existence beyond everything. Your power can no longer be taken back, and you will never be able to return to your former self!"

Feng Jing's smile grew increasingly frantic. He had completely broken free from this final barrier. He felt his consciousness begin to connect with all points in time, all nodes in the universe, like countless flickering rays of light simultaneously piercing his spiritual world. He began to control the fate of every moment, creation, destruction, rebirth—everything was in his hands.

"The me of the past? The me of the past no longer exists." Feng Jing's voice was deep and majestic, as if it came from an endless abyss. "I am the future, I am the past, I am the fusion of all possibilities and impossibilities. I transcend everything, and I am no longer limited by what you call 'existence'."

Feng Jing suddenly slapped his palm down, and the entire universe collapsed in that moment. Countless fragments of time and space scattered like dust. All parallel universes, all dimensions, all history merged into one in his palm. Everything that had ever existed was transformed into nothingness under Feng Jing's control.

He stood at the center of the endless void, feeling a freedom and boundless power he had never experienced before. Looking back, the universe had become unrecognizable. He gently closed his eyes, as if entering a deep sleep, but at this moment, he knew - everything was over.

Feng Jing's laughter echoed in the empty void, it was an eternal victory.

Chapter 228: The End of Reincarnation and the Collapse of the Divine Realm