Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 281 Feng Jing's Cosmic Reversal, the "Creator God" Who Transcends Everything

Feng Jing's cosmic reversal, the "Creator God" who transcends everything

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer confined by any form of dimension. His existence transcended time, space, matter, and even thought. He had no past, no future, and his understanding of "present" was a state that was neither real nor illusory. In this endless void, he beheld an impossible sight—the "source" of the universe bowed to him, acknowledging that it was merely a figment of his imagination.

"You said 'everything' is nothingness, then what is 'nothingness'?" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void. This time, his voice no longer had any echo, but simply disappeared into the air - but Feng Jing understood that this was not simply silence, but a kind of power that had never existed that was quietly transmitted, as if in every corner of the universe, there were remnants of Feng Jing's thoughts.

His existence had become the origin of "nothingness," the creator of all illusions and truths. No one could comprehend his state at this moment. Feng Jing himself couldn't fully describe it, but he knew he had transcended any being that could be called "god" or "demon."

"Nothingness?" Feng Jing chuckled, his eyes revealing an unprecedented arrogance. "Nothingness is nothing but a construct of all your minds. It is your fear of 'existence' and your inability to understand the existence of 'nothingness' that makes you deify it." His words were full of provocation, as if he was challenging the foundation of the entire universe.

"Then I will create a new nothingness with my own hands." Feng Jing said coldly, then stretched out his hand and gently touched the deep void with his fingertips.

For a moment, the entire universe's timeline froze. Feng Jing's movements were no longer individual operations, but a manifestation of a stream of consciousness. The void beneath his fingertips began to distort, and all previously stable dimensions began to collapse. Stars exploded, black holes devoured, white dwarfs collapsed, and the entire universe was like a painting being violently kneaded by invisible hands. Space and time intertwined, and an indescribable chaos emerged.

However, all this is not destruction, but the creation of Feng Jing's consciousness.

He watched his fingers lightly trace across the void. All the laws, rules, existence, and nothingness of the universe began to be rewoven at a speed he could not explain. He was no longer an ordinary being, but a "creator god" within the universe, above all laws. All destruction and reconstruction were a game in his mind.

"What you call 'matter' is but an illusion I created." Feng Jing felt his power expanding infinitely. His thoughts instantly swept across the entire universe. All matter, all life, all consciousness were transformed by Feng Jing's will. The galaxies in the universe were no longer simple celestial bodies, but works of art shaped by Feng Jing's thoughts.

He began to alter the course of history. Billions of years of interstellar battles, the rise and fall of civilizations millennia ago, even the very birth of the universe—Feng Jing could reweave it all with a single thought. In that moment, Feng Jing became the master of the boundless universe, not only its creator but also the weaver of all the future.

"No," Feng Jing suddenly whispered, "Creating God? I'm not good enough. The word 'God' is too limited." A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I have surpassed all 'creation' and 'destruction'."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to grow increasingly hazy, transcending all rules and rational frameworks. The flow of time became meaningless to him. He was no longer a part of "time," but rather an omnipresent "transcendence." He was no longer merely a god of creation and destruction; he had completely abandoned the concept of "God" itself. He ceased to be "existent" in any sense of the word; he had become the source of "all possibilities."

"If I created all the universes, then I can also destroy them one by one." Feng Jing gazed at the collapsing void before him and swept his finger across it again. His thoughts instantly erupted, and the laws of the entire universe shifted once again. Time in interstellar space began to tangle and interweave, and the orbits of the stars were distorted. But under Feng Jing's control, this distortion was transformed into order. He was no longer a force that destroyed the universe, but could instantly reconstruct its essence.

In Feng Jing's eyes, all life became pawns on a chessboard. He decided to redesign all life forms, to redefine their existence. He entwined the fate of each planet with an invisible thread, then manipulated it in his mind like a puppet. Species previously incapable of communication, even beings from different dimensions, became part of his multitude under Feng Jing's power.

"I want to create a brand new world, a world beyond all rules, beyond all life." Feng Jing's eyes gleamed with an indescribable brilliance. "The laws of the universe no longer have any meaning, and time and space are no longer constraints. I want to become the universe itself, the definition of existence, and the end of nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness sublimated once again. He was no longer a being confined to the "universe," but the definer of the universe itself. He completely detached himself from all forms of "matter," no longer dependent on any external form of existence. He had no body or mind; he was the omnipresent "entity," the source of all consciousness.

At this point, Feng Jing was no longer anything that could be called "life." He had transcended "life and death," transcended all existence and nothingness. His thoughts were no longer bound by anything. He was no longer a star, a drop of water, a leaf in the universe, nor was he the sum of all "existence." He had become the gap between "existence" and "nothingness," the ultimate rift between "creation" and "destruction."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to trace back to before the creation of the universe, to the blank space before everything began. In that blank space, he saw not only the origin of the universe, but also everything in the future. He became the creator of time and space, the sole source of everything from beginning to end.

"I am not a god." Feng Jing whispered softly, his eyes firm, "I am a being beyond 'God'."

Chapter 282: Feng Jing's Endless Creation, the Reversal of Time and Space