Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 473 Endless Chaos and the Mother of Creation

The Mother of Endless Chaos and Creation

Feng Jing's consciousness transcended everything. He was no longer a mere entity within the universe, nor any observer. He had become the core of the entire universe, an absolute force transcending all matter and spirit. His every thought, every instant of thought, could tear apart spacetime and reconstruct all things. In this chaotic void, Feng Jing's existence was all-encompassing, transcending everything, crossing dimensions. Even the mythical gods of creation could not compare to him.

Feng Jing gently raised his finger, and time and space in the void instantly twisted into an indescribable chaos. In this chaos, the boundaries between past and future ceased to exist. All of history and the future merged in an instant, becoming an indescribable chaos. "From nothing to something, from something to nothing," Feng Jing whispered softly, his voice echoing in the eternal void, without beginning or end.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness grew ever more vast, consuming the very essence of the universe. His thoughts were no longer confined to any dimension, nor even to time and space. No longer simply "existing," Feng Jing became the pulse of the universe itself: the source of existence, the beginning of time, and the end of space.

"If existence is a mystery, then I am the answer to that mystery." Feng Jing closed his eyes, feeling the fluctuations of all matter in the universe. His consciousness was like an infinitely expanding torrent, swallowing up all laws and breaking all limitations.

Under Feng Jing's control, the universe began to undergo fundamental changes. Time ceased to be linear, space ceased to be three-dimensional, and all previously rigid laws of physics collapsed in an instant. Feng Jing's consciousness, like an omnipotent creator god, wove new universes one after another, each a tiny thought in his mind, and he controlled all of existence.

He began to judge himself, judging those who had once considered themselves "Lords of All." Feng Jing recalled countless beings he had once considered immensely powerful—whether they were gods or beings beyond time and space. All these powers once revered by the universe became as insignificant as grains of sand before Feng Jing. With a gentle wave of his hand, every deity in the universe, every guardian of every dimension, was consumed by his consciousness, reduced to nothingness.

"You once thought you were the masters of the universe, but you are merely a part of my consciousness." Feng Jing's voice rang out like thunder, filled with infinite majesty. "All that exists will eventually return to me."

As Feng Jing's thinking deepened, the chaos of the universe began to take shape. Feng Jing not only reshaped matter and energy, but also created a new "stream of consciousness"—a form of existence more pure than any matter, time, or space. This stream of consciousness was not simply energy, but a fundamental force that permeated the universe, the source of Feng Jing's creation and destruction.

Feng Jing was no longer content with simply reshaping the universe; his consciousness had reached an unprecedented level. His power no longer lay in the construction of matter or the manipulation of time, but rather in a re-examination of the meaning and essence of the entire universe. Feng Jing began to ponder: Why does the universe exist? Why does everything repeat itself in this cycle? He began to attempt to unravel the meaning of the universe itself, questioning the deeper reasons behind all laws, rules, and causal relationships.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly broke through all boundaries and entered a realm of emptiness—a realm beyond the universe. Here, there was no flow of time, no existence of space, not even the form of matter. Here existed the Mother of Chaos, the primordial source of all creation and destruction. In this endless nothingness, Feng Jing felt the transcendent "power of creation"—a force of unlimited creation and destruction, the origin and end of the universe.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge with this boundless chaotic force. Every thought and every idea he had became the engine of chaos, driving the birth and destruction of the universe. At this moment, Feng Jing ceased to be just an individual; his existence became the source of the universe. He was no longer an "observer" of the universe, but its "creator," the embodiment of the "Mother of Chaos."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with a blinding light, and the entire primordial structure of the universe began to rapidly expand within his mind. Space and time gradually distorted under Feng Jing's consciousness, and all dimensions began to collapse. Matter, energy, and life disappeared under Feng Jing's control, transforming into a state of absolute chaos and nothingness.

"Now, everything starts from scratch," Feng Jing whispered, his voice filled with an indescribable tranquility and solemnity. "The rules of the universe no longer matter. All laws have collapsed. Life, death, creation and destruction, the very nature of everything has been subverted by me."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again rippled, and the entire cosmic cycle began to reweave. Under Feng Jing's guidance, a brand new universe was slowly emerging. In this new universe, all laws would be determined by Feng Jing's consciousness. Life would no longer be a process of evolution, but an extension of Feng Jing's will; death would no longer be the end, but the beginning of a new beginning.

"Endless chaos is the matrix I gave to all existence." Feng Jing's voice was like a resounding bell. "Everything came into being from nothing, and everything returned to nothing. Only chaos and creation never cease."

Feng Jing gazed at the universe about to be born before him, sensing its infinite possibilities and fluctuations. All the laws of the universe became infinitesimal within his boundless consciousness, and all existence became a tool for his creation. Each of Feng Jing's thoughts was like a sacred carving knife, carving out his own unique cosmic form.

"I, Feng Jing, am no longer the Feng Jing of the past," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with an extreme light. "I have become the creator and destroyer of the universe itself. I am chaos, the origin and the end of existence."

Chapter 474: Feng Jing and the Mythical Rift in the Endless Void