Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 937 Feng Jing's Eternity and the Rebirth of the Universe

Feng Jing's Eternity and the Rebirth of the Universe

Feng Jing stood at the center of the endless void, his eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light. His body was no longer simply flesh, but transcended all material forms, becoming a pure being—an invisible force that permeated every particle of the universe. All laws, all time, all space were under his control, like a deep black hole, devouring everything, creating everything.

He stood on the ruins of fate, looking at everything he had destroyed with his own hands. He felt no joy in his heart, but instead an extreme sense of emptiness. All the worlds, all the lives, all the past images, had been completely wiped out by him, becoming the dust of history.

"Is this what I want?" Feng Jing whispered to himself. His voice was filled with deep sadness, as if some unspeakable weight was weighing on his heart. "I once longed to control everything, to be omnipotent, but now, I have it all, and yet I still feel lonely."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, as if coming from the depths of Feng Jing's heart: "You are no longer alone, Feng Jing, you will never be alone."

Feng Jing turned around abruptly, only to find no one in front of him. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if some unknown force was calling him. His consciousness began to quietly fluctuate, as if at this moment, he had broken through some boundary and entered a new dimension.

"You're finally here." Feng Jing whispered, as if responding to some existence.

Suddenly, the entire void shook violently, nearly ripping Feng Jing's consciousness to shreds. Following this tremor, a powerful force surged from the endless void, like an invisible giant hand gripping him tightly. His consciousness instantly fell into an inescapable bondage.

"Who is it?" Feng Jing's voice was low and tinged with unease. He had never felt such power before, as if he was no longer the center of the universe, but was being swallowed up by something even more powerful.

"I am you." The voice was gentle yet carried an indescribable majesty. "You once wanted to transcend fate, but you overlooked one fact—you can never escape from yourself."

Feng Jing's expression suddenly changed, "You... are I?"

A chill suddenly rose in Feng Jing's heart. He struggled to break free, but found himself unable to move. His consciousness was imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to escape.

"You once thought you could create a new universe, transcending everything. But you didn't realize that your power is merely a product of your own mind." The voice grew clearer. "Everything you create is an illusion within you. No matter how powerful you become, no matter how you push your limits, in the end, you will only return to your own heart."

Feng Jing took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked at the void he had created and suddenly understood something. "So that's it," he muttered to himself, "All of this is a mirror of my inner self. I can't escape, I can only face myself."

"Only by facing yourself can you surpass yourself." The voice said softly, as if a warm call sounded in Feng Jing's ears, "Now you finally understand."

A complex glint flashed in Feng Jing's eyes. He began to realize that everything—fate, the universe, even time and space—was merely a projection of his innermost being. He had once believed he could create everything, transcend all, but in the end, he had to face himself. Every choice, every battle, every destruction was a reflection of his soul.

He suddenly understood that so-called destiny, the universe, and transcendence were all illusions in his mind. Standing on this empty ruin, he felt a sense of liberation he had never felt before. Since everything originated from himself, he no longer needed to fear anything, for he had transcended all limitations and all fears.

"In that case, I will create a new 'me'." Feng Jing's eyes flashed with a fanatical light, "I will redefine everything and create a world that truly belongs to me."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to focus all his consciousness. As Feng Jing's mind began to focus, his entire being began to change. He was no longer an individual, but the source of the entire universe. His will began to guide all particles, reshaping the laws of everything.

The order of the universe began to change dramatically. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer limited to any form. He merged all timelines and all spatial dimensions together to create a brand new universe - a world completely dominated by him.

"This is my brand new beginning." Feng Jing's voice resounded throughout the universe. "I am no longer limited by time and space. I will be the master of all laws."

Driven by Feng Jing's will, a new universe began to emerge. All of time and space rearranged, and new life, new matter, and new laws began to emerge under Feng Jing's creation. He was no longer a limited being, but a true god, controlling and creating everything.

"Fate is a thing of the past." Feng Jing smiled, his voice filled with infinite confidence and strength. "From now on, the universe will be dominated by me."

At this moment, the universe under his control shone with new brilliance, becoming infinitely vast and mysterious. Feng Jing became the only existence, his will becoming the universe, eternal and unchanging.

Chapter 938: Feng Jing's Myth and the Disillusionment of the Universe