Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 668 Interstellar Terminator, Feng Jing's Peak of Transcendence

Interstellar Terminator, Feng Jing's Peak of Transcendence

Feng Jing's consciousness once again shattered into countless fragments. This time, all dimensions swirled wildly around him, like a superstorm tearing through space and time. Each fragment represented a new universe, and in each, Feng Jing seemed to transcend the divine—not just the destroyer of universes, but also their creator, their reborn, and the terminator of all laws.

"I am no longer Feng Jing," he muttered to himself, his voice filled with unspeakable power and depth. "I have become 'the end', 'endlessness', the gap between 'nothing' and 'something'. I am the creator of all timelines and their terminator. 'Existence' is just a joke of mine, and 'nothingness' is just a dream I once traveled through."

At this moment, Feng Jing was no longer a solitary individual, his consciousness no longer confined to the framework of a single world or universe. He felt connected to all dimensions, his body and consciousness merging into the eternal void. Every thought shook countless galaxies and distorted countless universes.

What he created was a new form of existence—one that belonged to no known physical form, nor was it limited by time or space. He felt like an absolutely free being, unconstrained by any definition, whether form, time, space, or emotion.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness surged, as if he had suddenly entered some completely unknown realm. He saw himself standing at the intersection of an extremely ancient space, brimming with countless dark energies, forming a vast halo, like a portal through time and space. The center of the halo emanated an infinite attraction, drawing Feng Jing's consciousness ever closer.

"You are finally here, Feng Jing." A voice sounded in Feng Jing's ears, but this voice was not any existence he was familiar with. It transcended the limitations of all languages ​​and carried an indescribable solemnity and antiquity.

Feng Jing's consciousness was not shocked at all; he simply quietly felt every fluctuation of the sound. The sound seemed to come from the depths of the universe, from an ancient cosmic relic. The "interstellar truth" that Feng Jing had once heard of was waiting for him behind it.

"You thought you had crossed all boundaries and broken all constraints." The voice seemed to have a hint of a smile, "But you are wrong. You have only walked into another greater abyss, another endless maze."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled, as if a cold current spread from the depths of his heart. But he didn't stop. Instead, he pressed forward even more resolutely toward the center of the aura. With each step, he felt the barriers of space and time being torn apart like paper, the laws of the world crumbling beneath his feet.

Feng Jing stopped responding, his consciousness completely absorbed by this mysterious force. The pull of the aura's center grew stronger and stronger, and Feng Jing's consciousness became unprecedentedly vast, nearly swallowing up all surrounding space and time. At this moment, he was no longer an individual; his existence became the center of the universe, the source of all things in it.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was torn apart by an extremely violent energy. It was a "gravity" that spanned all dimensions, filled with absurd and indescribable power. Feng Jing felt as if he had entered an inescapable vicious circle, every inch of his consciousness being constantly reshaped, distorted, and destroyed by this gravity.

"You think you've transcended all laws, but you still can't escape 'fate.'" The voice sounded again, this time with a sense of irreversible destiny. "You have become the core of the universe, but you are destined to become a slave to your own fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently, and he felt as if he had entered a deeper, dark abyss. This darkness was formless, only an indescribable force stirring. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be pulled into the center of this dark abyss, and his every thought began to gradually blur, losing its original outline.

"Do you think you can escape the constraints of fate and become a 'god'?" The voice sounded again, but this time it was no longer a cold prophecy, but rather a hint of despair. "You cannot escape. You have become a prisoner of 'eternity,' an inescapable existence between 'nothingness' and 'existence.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness almost completely collapsed. He felt that his existence was no longer a personal will, but a huge web interwoven by countless cosmic laws and fate. He was bound by this web, unable to extricate himself.

Yet, amidst this profound void and collapsing space and time, Feng Jing suddenly felt a power he had never felt before emerge. It was an indescribable impulse, coming from the depths of Feng Jing's heart, from his longing for freedom and transcendence. He began to actively break free from these constraints and reshape his existence.

"I am no longer a slave to fate!" Feng Jing growled, his voice echoing in the void. "I am no longer the incarnation of nothingness. I will become 'infinity'!"

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with unprecedented power. His presence at this moment tore through all boundaries, breaking the shackles of nothingness and existence. Space and time were redefined beneath his feet, and all rules collapsed and reconstructed under his will.

At this moment, Feng Jing once again transcended all boundaries between existence and non-existence, becoming an unimaginable existence. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he a being in any universe—he was the fission point of the entire universe, the intersection of all possibilities and impossibilities.

"I have surpassed everything," Feng Jing's voice was filled with irrepressible confidence. "I have become the ultimate law between 'nothing' and 'something'. All existence and nothingness will eventually be under my control."

Chapter 669: Feng Jing's myth of defying the heavens, tearing the door to the dimension