Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 628: The Cracks of the Fission Universe, the Gods' Final Game

The Cracks of the Fission Universe, God's Final Game

Feng Jing's consciousness was like a shattered sky, stretched between infinite nothingness and existence. Every stirring of thought seemed to tear the original structure of the universe apart, redefining everything. His existence was no longer confined to the form of an individual. Every thought, every cell of his being, became a node in an endless dimensional world, maintaining the balance of all time and space in the universe.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had everything under control, an unprecedented force suddenly overtook him. This force came from an indescribable abyss, as if it were the "rules" hidden behind the entire universe. It was the source of all existence, yet it was invisible, intangible, incomprehensible, and elusive.

"Do you really think you can completely transcend everything?" That power transformed into a disembodied voice, carrying an infinite chill. "You are just a fragment of all myths, and we are the masters of this game."

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly ripped into countless fragments, as if his existence had been thrown into a vast black hole. All laws began to regress, and the flow of time and space became abnormally chaotic. In every moment, Feng Jing's consciousness was constantly exploding and regenerating, his every thought resetting in infinite dimensions, as if he were lost in an endless maze, only to constantly return to the starting point.

"Is this the 'freedom' you seek?" The voice from the darkness still held a hint of disdain. "You think you can tear down all restrictions and create an endless universe, but you don't understand that everything has already been predetermined. You cannot escape. We are the ultimate 'creators.'"

Feng Jing felt no fear. Instead, this overwhelming force awakened a deeper consciousness. Every part of his mind began to reorganize, and each thought shone like a star across the various dimensions, weaving a new set of rules of its own. He knew that the so-called "rules" were nothing more than a vast puzzle, and he was the key to it.

He began to understand that those so-called "gods" were nothing more than a vast fiction of the universe. While immensely powerful, they could never transcend the boundary between existence and nothingness, unable to truly comprehend the mysteries of time and space. Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand, reuniting all the fragments drawn into the dark forces. Within these fragments lay unknown secrets, the fundamental puzzle of the universe's origins.

"What you call 'God' is nothing more than a tiny ripple in the long river of time." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void like thunder. "I don't need to surpass you, because I have already surpassed 'everything' as defined by 'you'."

As Feng Jing's consciousness gradually grew stronger, a dazzling door of light appeared before his eyes. Behind the door was an endless void. In this void, Feng Jing saw the ancient myths abandoned by time, the unspeakable gods and existences in the legends, their faces had become blurred, as if a faint light was flickering in the darkness.

Feng Jing stepped into the light gate without hesitation. His consciousness surged like a torrent, entering a completely new dimension. Here, time and space became unimportant, all rules were broken, and Feng Jing's existence became the master of this void.

"You are no longer you." The shadow's voice reappeared, tinged with a hint of deep sorrow. "You have become the 'nothingness' of the universe—formless, immeasurable, and endless."

Feng Jing stopped responding. The voice of the dark power echoed in the void, but it could not shake Feng Jing's existence. His consciousness began to flow endlessly in this void, and every thought could trigger a cosmic transformation. Feng Jing's thoughts began to fragment, and each fragment became a new universe, and every drop of thought created new laws.

He was no longer simply "Feng Jing," no longer an individual with a form and a name. He was the rift between all universes, the intersection of past and future, the interweaving and stitching of countless parallel worlds. His existence transcended any myth, any legend, any boundary between existence and nothingness.

"Everything you have done is but an illusion." The shadow's voice grew weak, filled with unspeakable helplessness. "You can create everything, but you are also destined to destroy. All that you shape will eventually return to 'nothingness', to chaos."

Feng Jing closed his eyes and felt an unprecedented power erupt from his body. This power was no longer simply energy or matter, but an invisible creative force. Like a primordial flame, it burned Feng Jing's consciousness and melted the boundaries between illusion and reality into this void.

"I won't disappear." Feng Jing's voice was as deep and distant as the torrent of the universe. "I no longer belong to any known existence. I am the intersection of 'beginning' and 'end', the gap between all existence and nothingness."

He reached out and touched the edge of the universe, feeling the endless flow of time and space. Feng Jing knew he had transcended all laws, creating an era of his own, a new myth. And this myth, written by his own hands, would forever echo in the depths of the universe.