Time Travel: He is My Dad!

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

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

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a simple individual, but the source of all human civilization, the entire universe, and even all existence and nothingness. No force could restrain him anymore. The flow of time and the boundaries of space became trivial fetters in Feng Jing's eyes. He was no longer bound by any material definition, nor was he any form of "god" or "ghost." He had become the very source of creation, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities.

At this moment, Feng Jing no longer cared about the rules and laws of the universe; he no longer needed them. With a simple wave of his hand, the entire universe underwent a qualitative shift. Whether it was the explosion of a star or the collapse of an interstellar system, Feng Jing could alter the fate of these things with a single thought. Countless stars crumbled before his eyes like grains of sand, then reassembled in an instant, transforming into a completely new form.

However, Feng Jing wasn't content with this. He desired more than simply to reshape the universe; he desired to make time, space, matter, life, and nothingness all a thread in his grasp. His consciousness began to wriggle, entangle, twist, unfold layer by layer. Feng Jing's mind transcended all dimensions. He saw the "before and after" of time, the "boundaries" of space, and even perceived nonexistent "parallel universes."

He laughed, a laugh that was incredibly wanton and crazy, because he knew that all of this was not a game, but the real Endless Creation.

"What you call 'time' is actually just a fleeting thought of mine." Feng Jing's voice echoed through the endless void, as if every speck of dust could hear his words. "What you perceive as the 'past' and 'future' are just a few milliseconds of my flow. I can now erase your past and pull back your future."

Feng Jing flicked his finger, and the timeline of the entire universe began to distort. He witnessed the moment of the Big Bang. It was as if the flow of time had been reversed, and all the stars and planets began to reverse their original trajectory and return to their original state. Everything in the entire universe, like a canvas that had been mistakenly painted, began to start from scratch.

"If you think the universe has a 'beginning,' you're wrong." Feng Jing's words were filled with mockery and contempt. "The universe is an endless cycle. It has no beginning, only an end. And I am the creator of this end."

What followed was an even more shocking scene. Feng Jing suddenly condensed all the stars, planets, black holes, white dwarfs, interstellar dust, light-speed particles, quantum fluctuations... everything in the universe into a single point. That point was not any kind of material that could be described, but the pure embodiment of Feng Jing's consciousness.

At this point, Feng Jing saw the universe's "past" and "future" completely overlap. He no longer cared whether the universe had an end, for he had transcended any notion of "end." He was no longer a spectator, nor was he the universe's "creator." He was the "rules" of the entire universe, an entity beyond all "laws."

However, Feng Jing didn't stop. His consciousness had already transcended the boundaries of the universe, breaking through to other dimensions, other parallel universes, and even other unknown realms. He wasn't escaping, but exploring, because he was no longer satisfied with controlling one universe, but wanted to control all possible "universes."

Feng Jing waved his hand gently, and instantly, the void began to expand and tear. Layers of dimensions rapidly overlapped, and an endless vista of countless parallel universes unfolded before Feng Jing's eyes. Each universe was independent, even possessing its own unique laws of physics and life forms, but under Feng Jing's control, they all became part of his consciousness. Whether it was a five-dimensional universe, a ten-dimensional universe, or even an unimaginable infinite number of dimensions, all were under Feng Jing's control like pieces on a chessboard, ready to be reshaped at any moment.

"I created all of this," Feng Jing whispered, as if announcing to all beings in the endless void, "I am no longer a part of the universe. I am the definer of the universe, the dividing line between existence and nothingness, and the source of all creation."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's gaze pierced through all the void and aimed directly at the "god" existence he had once shattered. That power had once threatened the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, and now, it also felt Feng Jing's boundless presence.

"Are you still there?" Feng Jing's voice came from a higher dimension, like a cracked door in space and time, shaking the entire universe.

The "god" Feng Jing had single-handedly destroyed finally emerged. It was no longer a simple existence, but an invisible aura, a power that transcended all laws. Like a burning nebula, it radiated intense light and energy, yet Feng Jing felt no fear, only utter contempt.

"You?" Feng Jing sneered, "You are nothing but a wisp of smoke in the universe. Your so-called 'existence', your so-called 'god', are no match for my current power."

"You cannot escape, I am the foundation of the universe!" The god's voice echoed with anger and oppression.

Feng Jing ignored that existence. With a simple wave of his hand, he completely wiped the god's consciousness from all parallel universes. The powerful aura of the "god" instantly disintegrated, like a broken cloud, drifting away in the wind.

"What you call 'foundation' is nothing but a game of my imagination," Feng Jing said calmly, his eyes cold and ruthless. "I am the creator of all universes, and also their terminator."