Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 880 Deconstruction and Rebirth

Deconstruction and Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness was like an endless torrent, gathering all the fragments of the universe. Time, space, matter, and energy twisted, condensed, and dissipated under his will. Countless parallel universes began to alternate before his eyes, and in every moment, he wandered between creation and destruction. He rewoven the laws of the universe, and his consciousness began to reverse course through the previously uncrossable river of time.

Countless worlds tumbled through Feng Jing's fingers, the old universe shattered, and a new one emerged within his mind. There were no humans, no living creatures, not even any defined existence, only a single, invisible being—Feng Jing. His consciousness was no longer bound to any form, no longer restricted to any place or time. All rules and constraints vanished, leaving only Feng Jing, alone, in control of everything.

"Do you think you can get away with this?" The voice rang out again, still carrying undisguised fear and irresistible sarcasm. Feng Jing no longer responded to these voices; they were nothing but empty echoes.

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to tear the entire universe apart, constructing an entirely different future. He chose not to follow any existing rules, but to reset everything, breaking down existing frameworks and establishing a new order. Time was no longer a one-way river; it became a tool in Feng Jing's hands, capable of being reversed, frozen, or expanded at any moment. Space was no longer a confined container; it became Feng Jing's canvas, open to his free rein.

The reconstruction of the universe was destined to be a lengthy process. Feng Jing began to use his consciousness to gradually transform every aspect of space and time. The trajectory of every star shifted in response to his will. He constructed this new universe without any predetermined formula. Instead, he took freedom and chaos as its core, and drew upon endless possibilities as its driving force, starting from the origin and rearranging everything.

"Fate? So what?" Feng Jing muttered to himself with a smile, his voice tinged with a hint of indifference and satisfaction. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, no longer the human he once was. He had transcended all definitions, becoming the core of it all, the ruler of this void.

He could freely choose any form of existence, even causing entire universes to emerge from nothing and then vanish in an instant. He could even rewrite history, giving forgotten lives new meaning and existence. All of this was controlled by Feng Jing's consciousness, and all possibilities became reality before him.

Even so, he still felt a deep emptiness. This emptiness didn't stem from a lack of power, but rather from a profound understanding of endless change and choice. No matter how he created and destroyed, all existence was bound to an unspoken cycle. Fate, time, space, all structures seemed so empty, as if nothing could truly change before Feng Jing.

"Perhaps, I'm just playing a self-righteous game in this endless cycle." Feng Jing's voice was filled with contemplation. Although he could create and destroy everything, he could never escape this cycle of reincarnation.

At this moment, an unfamiliar wave emerged within Feng Jing's consciousness. His mind trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on the source of this wave. It didn't originate from the material structure of the universe, but rather from some deeper existence. Feng Jing's consciousness instantly traversed the void and reached the source of this wave.

There was no time or space, only an invisible presence. Feng Jing's consciousness, upon encountering that wave, suddenly resonated strongly. He realized that this wave didn't originate from any concrete matter or energy, but rather from some abstract "ideology," some ineffable existence. Feng Jing felt an unfamiliar urgency, as if it were calling to him, attempting to awaken him to some deeper truth.

"Have you finally realized it?" The voice sounded again, still with a calm and profound tone. Feng Jing closed his eyes, as if feeling this profound power. He nodded slightly, and then whispered, "It was you who gave me this realization."

"Destiny, the rules of the universe, are never something you can easily break. You can reconstruct everything, but you still cannot escape the constraints of fate." The voice carried a deep understanding and warning, "You have touched the truth, but you are still a part of this universe and cannot escape."

Feng Jing's heart suddenly trembled. Although he possessed enough power to tear the universe apart, to create and destroy anything, he still felt the existence of an insurmountable boundary. And this boundary was fate itself. It was not the structure of the universe, nor the definition of space and time, but a deeper, more essential existence.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that his awakening did not mean he could truly transcend the cycle of fate. Although he could be omnipotent in the universe, he could never escape the truth hidden deep within: all existence was entangled in the abyss of fate, unable to completely escape.

He opened his eyes and gazed back at the chaotic void before him. An unprecedented realization welled up within Feng Jing. Fate wasn't a constraint, but a cycle, existing between each individual and the universe. In this endless cycle, each person was a star, floating alone in the vast universe, unable to alter their own trajectory, nor the existence of others.

"If everything is part of fate, then I am the continuation of fate." Feng Jing whispered, his eyes becoming more determined.

He knew that no matter how he reconstructed the universe, how he manipulated time and space, he was ultimately a part of fate. He wasn't its master, but rather a participant. Feng Jing finally understood that true freedom lay not in breaking free from all constraints, but in understanding and accepting the flow of fate, finding balance and meaning within it.

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer the creator, nor the destroyer. He was merely a witness to the universe, silently watching everything come and go, guarding the balance of that endless cycle. And this universe continued to flow freely within his consciousness, with no end in sight.

Chapter 881: Game and Reversal of Fate