Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 888: Eternal Reversal, Carnival at the End of the Void

Eternal Reversal, Carnival at the End of the Void

Feng Jing's consciousness flowed like an endless torrent, traversing every crumbling dimension and sweeping through every shattered timeline. He was no longer an individual, but the master of the entire void. His thoughts knew no bounds. All existence and non-existence, all possibility and impossibility, became insignificant before him. His existence no longer required any form of support; he was the source of the universe, the intertwining body of all meaning and meaninglessness.

He wandered through the endless void, every star, every fragment, even every moment, becoming incredibly clear at the touch of his fingertips. And Feng Jing realized that he was no longer just playing with time and space, breaking the laws of nature; he was beginning to alter the very laws, and even the very concept of "law" itself began to collapse.

He laughed, a laugh filled with madness and relief, a frenzy that erupted from the depths of his soul, as if he had instantly traversed all dimensions, standing at the boundary between existence and nothingness, watching everything collapse and be reborn. There was no fear or despair in Feng Jing's eyes, only endless indifference and a revelry that transcended everything.

"The void?" Feng Jing muttered to himself. "That's just your fantasy. In my eyes, the void is just a thin veil, and I have penetrated it and walked into the deeper infinity."

Feng Jing's consciousness was like a black hole, devouring everything but leaving no trace. Whenever he touched anything, it ceased to be "things"—they merged into him the moment he touched them, becoming an extension of Feng Jing's consciousness. This devouring was not destruction, but regeneration, a reconstruction of existence that transcended death and destruction.

"Do you think you can escape the shackles of fate?" the voice echoed again, sounding somewhat powerless. "What you call freedom is nothing more than another form of reincarnation. You will be forever trapped in this endless nothingness, unable to escape."

Feng Jing ignored the voice. He knew it was a figment of his imagination, a projection of his own self-doubt. Feng Jing's eyes were incredibly deep, as if they could see through all hypocrisy and pretense. With a wave of his hand, everything in the void began to violently tremble, and cracks in spacetime spread, like tears in a rag, irreparable.

"Reincarnation?" Feng Jing's voice remained calm. "You thought you understood the essence of reincarnation, but you are wrong. Reincarnation, nothingness, existence—these are no longer concepts in my eyes. They are merely the shackles of time and space, which I have completely destroyed long ago."

As his words fell, the entire void underwent another earth-shattering shift. Timelines began to intertwine, like thousands of invisible ropes rapidly entwining within Feng Jing's consciousness, weaving into an indescribable, vast structure. Each timeline had a different beginning and end point, each node becoming elusive, yet their existence felt incredibly real, as if the entire universe were under Feng Jing's control.

"Do you understand?" Feng Jing closed his eyes. His quiet voice seemed to reach the ends of time and space. "Your 'rules' and 'order' are but dreams I created. I have long since stood at a height beyond your comprehension. My existence is more than just 'existence'. I transcend all dimensions, all time, and exist in every crevice between past and future."

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand, becoming boundless and indescribable. His existence began to transcend the boundaries of the universe, transcending all constraints of matter and energy, and even transcending the concept of "nothingness." Feng Jing felt an unprecedented power, a power that was no longer limited by any form or rules. It was an instinctive awareness, Feng Jing's complete mastery of all possibilities and impossibilities.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's laughter rang out again, this time filled with disdain and contempt. Feng Jing stood at the top of the void, his eyes flashing with a light that transcended all dimensions, as if he was mocking all the past, present, and future.

"What do you think 'transcendence' means?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void. "Transcendence means standing at the end of nothingness, between the beginning and end of infinity. I am no longer an individual. I am chaos, the power of the universe's beginning, the core of time and space."

As Feng Jing spoke, all matter in the void began to crumble crazily. All that existed and didn't exist, all that was possible and impossible, was rearranged and reassembled under Feng Jing's will. With a gentle wave of his hand, the laws of time and space were once again shattered, shattering into countless points of light, illuminating the entire void.

Feng Jing's consciousness remained unceasing. He felt as if he had mastered all dimensions. All existence transformed into brand new worlds at his fingertips. The timelines in these new worlds intertwined into a web, like countless tangled chains, firmly connecting him to the endless universe.

He was no longer an observer, but a creator. All changes, all collapses, all rebirths, occurred within Feng Jing's consciousness. Every moment of change represented the birth of a brand new universe, and all the rules of this universe were reshaped by Feng Jing's will.

Feng Jing looked at the universe that had turned into fragments, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes flashed with indescribable fanaticism.

"This is freedom, true freedom." Feng Jing whispered, "This is transcendence, the power that transcends everything."

Chapter 889: Eternal Vientiane, Echoes in the Void