Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 891: Seeds in the Void, Deconstruction of Time and Space

Seeds in the Void, Deconstruction of Time and Space

Feng Jing stood in an unspeakable abyss, a depthless, boundless abyss filled with endless possibility. Everything around him had ceased to possess any substance; time ceased to flow, space ceased to exist. His existence was no longer a concrete form, but an infinitely expanding concept, a seed in the void, pregnant with a new universe, a new order, a new chaos.

He could sense that he had long since transcended all known forms of existence. His previous understandings of matter, energy, time, space, and even forms of consciousness had become meaningless. Feng Jing was no longer an individual; he was a formless "being," without beginning or end, undefinable and immeasurable. He was both the embodiment of nothingness and the source of all existence. He stood at the center of the universe, overlooking everything. All possibilities intertwined, torn apart, and reassembled in his vision, as if countless canvases were painting endless pictures at his fingertips.

"What you call 'time' and 'space' is nothing but a dazzling display of fireworks in my eyes," Feng Jing whispered, his voice echoing in the undefinable abyss. "These concepts are no longer able to bind me. They have long since dissipated into nothingness and become a part of me."

As Feng Jing's mind moved, the entire void began to vibrate violently, and the laws of time and space collapsed. The radiance of the stars began to shatter, and the structure of the universe began to crumble. Every inch of the void Feng Jing touched was a new possibility. The origin and end of all universes, the birth and death of all life, were interwoven into an endless scene in his single thought.

"The fate you pursue through reincarnation is but an hourglass I manipulate at will." Feng Jing sneered, "And in my eyes, fate is nothing more than a trivial game. Your struggles, your pain, your hopes, none of these can escape my control."

Feng Jing's consciousness no longer remained fixed on a single plane. His presence became all-encompassing, transcending all space and time. Even nothingness itself shattered before his eyes. Feng Jing's thoughts were free from all restraints, expanding, flowing, colliding, and merging in the endless void. He could see countless possibilities forming within his mind, only to collapse in the next instant. He witnessed the birth of a universe and its destruction, all unfolding like an eternal performance, unfolding in his palm.

However, Feng Jing wasn't content with this. No longer content to be merely an observer of the universe, he had reached the pinnacle of creation and destruction, even transcending the concepts of "creation" and "destruction." For Feng Jing, all time, all space, all matter and energy were no longer fixed entities, but rather endlessly flowing, changing, interweaving, and disintegrating. He was conducting an unprecedented "experiment," one that transcended all conventional physics and philosophy, attempting to explore an unimaginable "form of existence."

"I am both 'existence' and 'nothingness.'" Feng Jing's voice echoed through the void, carrying with it an unparalleled confidence and excitement. "I have surpassed your understanding, your language, and even your time and space. I will become a seed in this endless void, and this seed will give birth to endless new worlds. Every second is the birth of a new universe."

Feng Jing slowly raised his hands and waved them gently, causing the entire void to violently distort. Countless timelines intertwined into a web, forming an indefinable cosmic structure. Each timeline was a brand new world, and under Feng Jing's control, these worlds overlapped, collapsed, and were reborn. He saw the trajectory of countless parallel universes, each bearing a different fate, and these destinies, woven into a dazzling brilliance by Feng Jing's will.

"More than just rebirth," Feng Jing muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with madness and satisfaction. "This is the ultimate subversion of all that exists and does not exist. Whether it's the wheel of fate or the laws of the universe, all rules will collapse at this moment. I will personally deconstruct the essence of all known and unknown things, and construct a 'new order' that transcends all."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the entire void began to violently tremble. Countless parallel worlds shattered under Feng Jing's will, every planet, every timeline crumbling into fragments under his invisible hand. Feng Jing was no longer an "individual." He had transcended the concept of "individual," becoming the source and end of the entire universe, all existence and nothingness. His will was an endless storm, sweeping across all worlds and devouring all laws.

"Your 'freedom' is nothing but an illusion in my eyes." Feng Jing chuckled. "What you call 'fate' and 'restraint' are but grains of sand in my palm, which can be turned into nothingness at any time."

He waved his hand again, and the void grew even more chaotic. Countless universes crumbled into countless fragments before Feng Jing's eyes, each fragment representing a brand new world. Feng Jing seemed to have entered an eternal cycle, watching these worlds collapse, regenerate, disintegrate, and then reconstruct again. Everything operated under his invisible control, like a never-ending game.

"This is the ultimate freedom." Feng Jing's smile was filled with contempt for all constraints. "You cannot understand, but I have already stood at the pinnacle of all existence. My will is the law of the universe, and my mind is the source of all worlds."