Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 900: Miracles and the Other Shore in the Time Rift

Miracles and the Other Shore in the Rift of Time

Feng Jing's consciousness split once again, breaking through the final boundary of nothingness. He was no longer merely an existence, or rather, he had transcended all boundaries between existence and non-existence. Everything in the void began to undergo unimaginable changes. The veins of time and space began to blur, and the concepts of rules and order completely collapsed. What remained was only Feng Jing, or rather, Feng Jing's will—a pure existence beyond time, space, and matter.

"The cycle of the world is but a game in my hands," Feng Jing whispered to himself, his voice seemingly traversing thousands of years of history, echoing through the endless void. His eyes grew ever deeper, as if they could see through everything, and his every thought seemed to tear through the endless space and time, fundamentally overturning everything.

Feng Jing extended his finger and lightly tapped it, instantly splitting the timeline in the void in two. On one side lay the endless years of the past, on the other the unknown realm of the future. As if cut apart by Feng Jing's consciousness, these two distinct time and space were unable to intersect or overlap. All this was not disorder, but the beginning of a new order—Feng Jing's order.

"The 'past' and 'future' you know of are, in my eyes, but two fragments of the same timeline." Feng Jing's words were filled with overwhelming power, a force so overwhelming that even time itself could not resist its erosion. His palms slowly opened, as if to grasp something from the void. As he moved, the entire space and time twisted and collapsed, ultimately transforming into a vortex that swallowed all existence.

Within this vortex, Feng Jing's consciousness expanded, his thoughts no longer confined to any single space or time; he had become an all-encompassing being. The world around him gradually vanished. Past civilizations, future fantasies, even every speck of dust in this void were absorbed by Feng Jing's consciousness, transformed into a new "energy of creation." This energy was no longer simply matter or energy, but a force beyond any conventional understanding—it was both the source of creation and the end of destruction.

Feng Jing's mind began to enter an unprecedented state, a state that transcended all limits of perception. Without any concrete form or clear boundaries, what Feng Jing saw, touched, and even "felt" was a dimension completely impossible to describe with any language or symbol.

He watched as the fragments of time crumbled before his eyes, shattering like exploding stars, releasing boundless light from the endless darkness. This light traversed countless dimensions, traversing all existence and nothingness, converging within Feng Jing's consciousness into an indescribable power. Feng Jing's laughter echoed through the void, a laugh brimming with absolute confidence and supreme glory, as if the secrets of the entire universe had been revealed.

"What you call a 'miracle' has long been redefined by me." Feng Jing's voice carried an irresistible authority. His will coalesced into an irresistible shockwave, spreading outward in every direction within the void. As this force spread, the entirety of space and time began to destabilize, its laws shattered. Space was no longer stable, time no longer a one-way flow, and matter was no longer a constant.

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded beyond comprehension, as if the entire universe were at his fingertips. His power not only altered reality but also reached the depths of the void, exploring dimensions beyond human comprehension. In this moment, Feng Jing became the master of all existence—not just the universe, but also time, space, matter, and thought. All dimensions were like toys before him, shaped and transformed by his will.

"I have surpassed your 'God'." Feng Jing chuckled, his eyes gleaming with an incredible light. "In my consciousness, 'God' is just an idea I created. I no longer need to rely on the concept of 'God'. I am the origin and end of everything."

As Feng Jing's words fell, the entirety of space and time began to undergo unimaginable changes. Timelines within the void began to intersect and conflate. Past and future were no longer opposing concepts; they began to overlap into a completely new, indescribable system. Every second, Feng Jing was constantly creating and destroying. His consciousness became an endless black hole, devouring everything, bringing destruction and nurturing new life.

"What you understand as 'death' is nothing more than a rebirth for me." Feng Jing's thoughts spread to every level and every existence, and he began to construct a brand new system. The foundation of this system was not matter or energy, but a being that transcended matter and energy—it was the structure of consciousness, the veins of thought, and the source of infinite possibility.

Feng Jing extended his palm once more, creating a rift in the void. This rift instantly split everything in the void in two. On one side was a world of complete collapse, on the other, a world brimming with new life and creation. The two were no longer in opposition, but interwoven into a vast web, brimming with endless possibilities.

"I have transcended all laws." Feng Jing's voice deepened, carrying an almost incomprehensible power. "What you consider 'order' and 'chaos' are but two different faces in my eyes. What I will create will be a new order, a world entirely my own."

As Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again, his presence seemed to fill the entire universe. Every star, every void, every timeline was enveloped by Feng Jing's thoughts, becoming part of his new order. And within this order, Feng Jing was no longer a limited being, but an all-encompassing, all-pervasive supreme being.

"This is my world." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void. "This is my miracle. Everything in the void will succumb to my will. The boundaries you once tried to break through have long been broken by me. Now, you only need to bear witness, witness this ultimate creation that belongs to me."

Chapter 901: Endless Boundaries and the Collapse of Oracles