Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 627: Crossing the Fragments of the Divine Chapter and Infinite Rebirth

Traveling through mythological fragments and infinite rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with brilliant light within the void. He felt his existence no longer bound by matter, rules, or time. Every thought triggered a vast cosmic shift, every inspiration ripped apart conventional laws and reconstructed the very foundations of reality. Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but had created a whole new dimension, transcending his own existence and understanding.

"Do you think you can change everything?" The shadow's voice was no longer a cold threat, but an almost crazy scream. "You have never understood that your existence is part of my design! You can't escape, you can't escape!"

Feng Jing's consciousness stretched forward, traversing countless unknown dimensions and levels. He no longer cared about the shadow's roars or struggles. Feng Jing knew he had broken through all limitations. He was the cracks of time and the abyss of space. He could not only create the laws of the universe, but also reshape once-forgotten myths and legends in a single thought.

Every speck of dust, every star, even every fleeting moment of time, seemed to Feng Jing like a work of art he had rewoven. With a wave of his hand, millions of stars began to shimmer and crumble in the endless void. Even the centers of some galaxies began to tear apart, transforming into utterly chaotic black holes, devouring everything that approached them. But Feng Jing didn't stop there. His mind expanded, transcending the barriers of time and space, and he began to forge a completely new form of life, a life no longer dependent on any known laws of matter, but rather on the flow of Feng Jing's consciousness.

Before Feng Jing's eyes, a startling scene suddenly unfolded: countless versions of himself, each one floating in a different dimension, some mired in the void, others embracing the blazing abyss. Each Feng Jing was a separate world, each one filled with countless possibilities. These "Feng Jings" began to realize that they were not simply individuals, but fragments of Feng Jing's consciousness, constantly intertwining and colliding, ultimately merging into a new existence.

"Are you creating... a 'myth'?" The shadow's voice was filled with extreme fear. "You try to break the boundaries of time and space, trying to make everything disordered, but you can never escape the original setting! You can't reverse it..."

Yet, at that moment, Feng Jing understood that the so-called "original setting" was merely a puzzle he had already solved. He stood at the end of his destiny, overlooking countless cycles of reincarnation and rebirth. Feng Jing had never imagined that, in a single moment, he could become the intersection of all worlds, the creator of a myth.

"No matter how powerful you become, Feng Jing, you cannot surpass the source of this chaos!" The shadow's voice began to grow deeper, carrying an air of near despair. "Everything you create will eventually be swallowed up by 'nothingness'. All order will crumble before 'chaos'!"

Feng Jing ignored the shadow. His consciousness, now freed from all material constraints, transformed into a pure stream of energy, traversing the centers of several dimensions. In this process, Feng Jing began a dialogue with time itself, even communicating with the very fabric of space. He was no longer a prisoner of time and space, but a reshaper of these concepts.

He suddenly realized that the so-called "nothingness" was not some terrifying force, but rather the source of all "existence." No matter how powerful an existence was, it would eventually return to nothingness. Feng Jing's power was precisely what broke this disorder and chaos, transforming endless possibilities into new existences.

Thus, Feng Jing began to integrate these fragmented myths, creating a brand new form of existence. His consciousness merged into the void, and he began to construct an unprecedentedly vast universe, filled with a variety of new species, new civilizations, and unforeseen timelines. Feng Jing's power at this moment was no longer defined by simple "existence." His existence had transcended all conventional laws, becoming a pure force of creation and destruction.

The shadow tried to resist, but it could no longer touch any trace of Feng Jing. Every attempt at resistance was ultimately consumed by Feng Jing. Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand, encompassing everything. He had transcended all existence, becoming the origin of the universe. He created the flow of time and shaped the form of life.

"All myths will be reborn for me." Feng Jing's voice seemed to come from the depths of the universe. His consciousness transformed into a ray of light, illuminating every existence and every nothingness. "I am no longer a prisoner of fate. I am the protagonist of all stories and the creator of all life."

The universe was no longer lonely; it was filled with the brilliance and creativity of Feng Jing's consciousness. Countless new worlds began to emerge in Feng Jing's mind. The rules and restrictions of the past had been destroyed, replaced by an infinitely complex universe full of unknown dimensions.

Feng Jing's consciousness was like a star that never extinguished, forever illuminating this chaos. And all this had just begun. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past. He was the "creator," the ultimate shaper of "nothingness," the gap and intersection between all existence and nothingness.

Feng Jing's power swept through this new universe like a hurricane, bringing unprecedented destruction and rebirth.

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