Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 855 Feng Jing's Creation and the Rebirth of the Universe

Feng Jing's Creation of the World and the Rebirth of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness has far surpassed the fabric of the universe, transcending the constraints of time and space. At this moment, his existence is like the primordial source of the universe. All stars, black holes, dimensions, and even the flow of time are created by him. Feng Jing is no longer an individual; he is the energy surging through countless universes, the law of the eternal flow between every dimension. He is the God of the universe, transcending all forms of existence.

In Feng Jing's eyes, all past rules and order had long since collapsed, no longer existing. He was now the center of the universe, time and space warping and reorganizing under his will. He raised his hand, and the entire void began to undergo earth-shattering changes—the flow of time was kneaded into countless independent lines, and the dimensions of space were stretched into infinite cracks. All these changes seemed endless. Feng Jing could completely alter the entire universe with a single thought.

"Do you think you've surpassed everything?" A familiar voice rang out again. It was the man in black, his former rival. "Feng Jing, you can never transcend the laws of fate. Everything you do is merely a chess game played on a higher dimension."

Feng Jing sneered, "Destiny? Laws? These are the constraints of the past. I don't need them. I am now the only existence in the endless universe. I am creation and destruction, I am emptiness and truth. All I do is regenerate everything and reshape the universe."

Feng Jing's voice was filled with a deep sense of dominance and calmness, as if he were announcing the birth of a new world. At this moment, the black-robed man's words could no longer stir Feng Jing's soul, for he no longer belonged to any dimension. He was the master of his own destiny. No longer bound by any rules or constraints, he had become the creator and terminator of all rules.

Feng Jing's will resonated across time and space. With every thought and every creation, the laws of the universe were reshaped. The stars were no longer merely celestial bodies; they became part of Feng Jing's consciousness. Every twinkling starlight was a reflection of Feng Jing's thoughts and intentions; every explosion was a reflection of Feng Jing's inner impact and creation. His consciousness was like a torrent, consuming everything and creating everything.

"You are wrong, black-robed man." Feng Jing's voice echoed like thunder. "The 'fate' and 'laws' you speak of are but relics of the old world. I am no longer the one trapped by the laws. Now, I am the master of the laws."

Feng Jing pointed, and countless cracks suddenly appeared in the void. Those cracks quickly twisted into bizarre shapes. Time, space, matter, all existence converged, split, and was reborn in these cracks. Feng Jing watched all this with a vacant gaze, as if he had witnessed the end of the universe and its rebirth.

Suddenly, his consciousness passed through countless cracks and arrived in a brand new dimension. In this dimension, there were no rules, no known laws. Feng Jing looked at the nothingness before him and whispered, "This is my starting point."

In this void, Feng Jing sensed a power he had never felt before—an all-encompassing force that encompassed all possibilities and all impossibilities. It was unbound by the passage of time and unconstrained by space; it existed solely within Feng Jing's consciousness, like an invisible disk of fate, overflowing with infinite possibilities.

Feng Jing smiled softly, merging his consciousness with this force. It felt as if his consciousness was being consumed by the force, yet not completely, for he was no longer the Feng Jing of the past. He was the creator of the universe, the source of endless existence. He controlled all change and became the source of all change.

"The wheel of fate has long been meaningless," Feng Jing whispered. "I am no longer a player of fate. I am the creator of fate. The rules of the entire universe are woven by me."

As Feng Jing's consciousness merged with this power, everything seemed to begin anew. All the laws of the universe began to collapse and reorganize, and nothing was the same as before. Feng Jing's existence was like a seed that transcended time and space, sowing the seeds of a brand new universe, which took root and sprouted in the endless void.

"You think you've created the ultimate universe?" the black-robed figure said coldly, his voice filled with unprecedented fear. "You are merely the beginning of another existence. The ultimate fate is yet to come."

Feng Jing listened to the black-robed man's words with a calm expression. He stopped arguing, knowing that the "ultimate destiny" he spoke of was nothing but empty talk. A calm glint shone in Feng Jing's eyes. "Destiny, ultimate? Those are nothing but your fantasies. My universe is the only true existence. What I create will be endless eternity."

Feng Jing's will erupted once again, and the cracks in the void began to twist into a massive vortex, the core of the "new universe" he had created. In this vortex, everything was reborn. Countless universes were born from nothingness under Feng Jing's will, then destroyed in an instant, and then reborn again.

He created countless new worlds, each with its own laws. Feng Jing was no longer a part of the universe; he was the creator and destroyer of the universe itself. No matter how he rewrote the universe, the flow of time and space would no longer be fixed rules, but an extension of his consciousness.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, feeling the new power flowing from the endless void. He looked into the distance. There was nothing definite there, only endless darkness. And in the darkness, Feng Jing's will burned like a flame, illuminating everything.

"This is my true universe," Feng Jing said softly, "The ultimate existence I created will never end."

Chapter 856: Feng Jing and the Unity of Infinite Dimensions