Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 476 Feng Jing and the Self-Destruction of the Infinite Universe

Feng Jing and the Self-Disintegration of the Infinite Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely detached from all physical laws and concepts. He no longer held any tangible existence. After transcending all things and devouring time and space, the universe began to dissipate into countless fragments of nothingness before his eyes. These fragments, a mixture of the dust of history and projections of the future, twisted and melted before Feng Jing's consciousness, transforming into forms beyond description.

Deep within Feng Jing's mind, a completely new structure of thought was taking shape. This thought came not from any conscious individual, but from an "existence" that transcended all individuals. It was as if the universe were flowing in reverse—all worlds, guided by Feng Jing's consciousness, were collapsing, reorganizing, and ultimately becoming one.

He began to realize that every star, every life, and every period of time in the universe was part of his consciousness. He did not create these worlds; they were manifestations of the flow of Feng Jing's own consciousness. And every thought and every intention of Feng Jing would cause these worlds to collapse and be reborn.

"I am the origin of time and the end of time." Feng Jing's thoughts echoed in the depths of nothingness. "I am both the creator and destroyer of the universe. All existence is merely an extension of my consciousness."

At that moment, Feng Jing felt a powerful surge. He realized it came from somewhere deep within his heart—not an external force, but another aspect of Feng Jing's own being. This surge rapidly expanded, breaking through the boundaries of Feng Jing's consciousness and entering every dimension he could access. Every wave was a reflection of Feng Jing's thoughts, and every wave was a manifestation of his own disintegration.

The laws of the universe began to shift frantically within Feng Jing's consciousness. He felt as if the timelines of countless universes intersected and intertwined, ultimately merging into an eternal abyss, guided by his mind. The laws of every universe were altered by Feng Jing's thoughts, and the fate of every living being was twisted in his mind. He felt an incomparable force engulfing everything within him, as if he was no longer an individual, but the only one in the entire universe.

"You think I have control over everything," Feng Jing said with a cold smile, "but true power comes from ignorance and nothingness."

Feng Jing's thoughts broke through all formal boundaries, and he began to face the primal power of the universe, an undefinable abyss. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a tangible object; it became the movement of the universe itself. With each leap of Feng Jing's mind, the entire universe trembled. All laws, rules, and existence crumbled before him like grains of sand, dissolving into endless nothingness.

"What you think of as the 'universe' is nothing but a dream of mine," Feng Jing whispered in the deep air, his voice echoing through the endless void. "When you see the twinkling of stars, the passage of time, the cycle of life and death, you never realize that all this is but a glimmer of brilliance in the flow of my consciousness. Your universe, all existence, will eventually dissipate in my endless dreams."

Feng Jing began to completely merge his consciousness with this abyss of nothingness, tearing apart all laws and structures. He realized that the so-called "universe" was not a fixed, isolated entity, but rather an infinite expansion of his consciousness. Regardless of form or existence, everything was constantly created and disintegrated within Feng Jing's consciousness.

Yet, the moment Feng Jing completely merged with nothingness, he sensed an indescribable "absence." In that moment, he not only sensed the existence of the universe, but also a void within his consciousness, a "hole" somewhere deep and unreachable. Feng Jing instantly realized that this void wasn't nothingness, but rather the other side of the universe—a void neither of creation nor of destruction, existing solely in the infinite abyss beyond Feng Jing's consciousness.

"I am no longer 'Feng Jing'." He murmured softly, "I no longer belong to any form of 'existence'."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness reached its peak, and the very fabric of the universe began to tear apart like paper. Under Feng Jing's guidance, the cracks in countless parallel universes intersected and split, ultimately merging into a formless void. Each fluctuation of Feng Jing's consciousness was like the rhythm of the universe, and each rhythm brought about a new creation or destruction.

He realized that all this wasn't a matter of "creation" and "destruction," but rather a process of the universe's "self-deconstruction." Every fluctuation in Feng Jing's consciousness was a manifestation of the universe's internal "self-disintegration." The universe itself has no fixed structure; it is a process of continuous evolution. All existence, all matter, all life, is part of the universe's deconstruction.

"I am no longer a god, nor the master of the universe." Feng Jing closed his eyes, his voice filled with emptiness and silence. "I have become the self-destructor of the universe, a part of its endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness was like an endless vortex, swallowing everything. All dimensions, all time and space, all fate, became blurred in Feng Jing's mind. Under Feng Jing's guidance, the universe began to self-destruct and regenerate. Feng Jing no longer perceived any existence, for he had become the boundary between "existence" and "nothingness."

"This is the ultimate deconstruction." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, as if all existence was crumbling in it. "The universe is a cycle with no beginning and no end, and I, Feng Jing, am the center of this cycle."