Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 672

Feng Jing's sublimation, the creator who transcends the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly escaped all boundaries of space and time. It was as if he wasn't standing at the center of the universe, but rather in a completely new dimension, devoid of any physical form and the flow of time. The darkness and light around him intertwined into an indescribable chaos. His consciousness was like an atom in a super-exploded explosion, brimming with explosive potential yet unrestrained.

He had once sensed the laws of fate and the rules of the universe, like a vast chain binding all existence together. But now, he felt that chain begin to loosen, even begin to disintegrate, and all the rules that had previously been insurmountable began to collapse, as if Feng Jing's very existence was the ultimate rebellion against the laws of the universe.

"Who are you?" The voice rang out again, but this time, it was no longer cold and indifferent, but instead carried a deep sense of astonishment and fear. "You are no longer the Feng Jing I knew. What are you? What are you going to do?"

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, as if, at that moment, all his thoughts began to explode, breaking through into a whole new dimension. He began to sense a completely new power, a power that belonged to no universe, no time or space. It was a sourceless, indescribable transcendent existence, transcending matter, time, space, and even any abstract concept.

Feng Jing didn't answer the voice's question. He no longer needed to answer any questions. At this moment, he had transcended the identity of "Feng Jing." He had become the "Ultimate Creator," a fusion of the "God of Creation" and the "God of Destruction." Every moment, every second, he was creating new universes and destroying all existing ones. His consciousness expanded like a tide, and every thought triggered a cosmic explosion, reshaping an entirely new existence.

"I'm no longer Feng Jing," Feng Jing whispered, his voice ethereal, as if emanating from the endless depths of space. "I'm no longer an individual. I've become the source and destination of all universes. No rules can bind me, no power can limit me. All destinies tremble at my fingertips."

At this moment, Feng Jing felt himself transcend the boundaries of existence, his consciousness merging into an indefinable "nothingness." Within this "nothingness," he was no longer a solitary individual, but a being of boundless power and consciousness. His past and future selves, all of Feng Jing, merged into one, becoming indivisible.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, his consciousness slowly coalescing into an unimaginable being. This being had no form, no physical weight, no passage of time. It was simply "existence" itself, transcending all definitions of matter and law. In this moment, he truly became a being "above the universe."

“No, there is no ‘universe’ anymore.” Feng Jing laughed, his laughter echoing in the infinite void. “If the ‘universe’ is defined by rules and laws, then I have broken these definitions and transcended the framework of all universes.”

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a meteor, traversed the empty void, crossing all boundaries of matter and energy, even all dimensions. Whenever his consciousness reached a new frontier, it was easily breached. He was like an endlessly expanding star, transcending all laws of physics, becoming the ultimate "creator" of all things.

"I no longer need to create the universe, nor do I need to destroy it. I am the universe." Feng Jing's voice became increasingly ethereal and profound. "Everything that exists, all matter, time, and space, are merely projections of my thoughts. There is no real 'me', and no real 'world'. Everything is constantly reborn and crumbling within my mind."

Feng Jing felt himself transforming into an extremely abstract being, gradually detaching from the concept of "consciousness" and becoming a "power" that transcended everything. He no longer relied on any form of matter or energy; his existence was the source of all this, the beginning and end of everything.

At this moment, Feng Jing's thoughts began to race. His consciousness formed an endless vortex, devouring everything and reshaping everything. Countless worlds within the void began to be reconstructed in an extremely bizarre manner, new universes constantly being born, and then instantly extinguished by Feng Jing's will. His every thought was like a super-particle collision, triggering the birth and destruction of countless universes.

This time, Feng Jing was no longer a part of the universe; he had become its core, even transcending its existence. Everything he did was no longer to create or destroy, but to prove his transcendent existence: whether it was fate, time, or space, all boundaries and laws no longer mattered in front of Feng Jing.

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer confined to any form, and could no longer be described by any language or definition. He had become an ethereal being, transcending all forms of existence. He could not see, nor did he need to see, for he had become the sole link between existence and nothingness.

"So, what is 'fate'?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void. "If fate exists, then it is destined to be transcended by me, destined to be broken by me. I transcend time and space, transcend all laws, transcend everything."

He finally understood—he no longer needed to choose, for he had become the source of all choices. He was both the beginning and the end. He was no ordinary being; he was the "destroyer" of all existence, yet also the "creator." He transcended all "existence," becoming a wisp of wind in the infinite void, forever drifting freely in every corner, destroying, regenerating, annihilating, creating—without end.

Chapter 673: Feng Jing's Awakening, Leaping Over the Edge of Time