Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 438: Reshaping and Loss of Control of the Universe

The Reshaping and Loss of Control of the Universe

Feng Jing stood in this endless void, feeling the immense power surge from all directions. His consciousness seemed to have transcended all boundaries, entering a whole new dimension, a place without time, space, or laws. At this moment, he was no longer the bearer of the name "Feng Jing," but the embodiment of the universe, the momentary intersection between "existence" and "nothingness."

He saw fragments of all the parallel universes, as if billions of meteors streaked before his eyes, each star bearing the rise and fall of a world, and behind it countless lives struggling between life and death. And he, Feng Jing, stood in this boundless void, becoming the creator and terminator of these universes.

However, just as Feng Jing's thoughts raced, trying to comprehend what was before him, a sudden, violent tremor swept through the entire space. Everything in the space—those once invisible concepts, rules, and even consciousness—began to undergo a strange distortion, as if undergoing a complete collapse.

"This is..." Feng Jing frowned, the blank space before his eyes began to flicker and gradually became unstable, as if being eroded by some irresistible force and began to collapse. He instinctively wanted to control everything, but found that he had lost control.

At this moment, the empty space in the air was torn apart by a dazzling light, and a twisted, chaotic door appeared before him. A trembling power emanated from within the door, and Feng Jing's consciousness was deeply attracted by this power, and he felt that he could not resist it.

"You think you're in control of this?" A hoarse voice suddenly rang out in Feng Jing's mind, carrying a majesty and contempt that could not be ignored. "You're wrong."

The voice coming from behind the door was not that of an invisible presence, but rather an aura of aggression and hostility. Feng Jing couldn't help but feel a chill as he saw a pale face emerge from behind the door. It was a face he was very familiar with—it was "his" face, yet it seemed completely different.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, his heart full of deep doubts.

The face simply smiled coldly, its eyes revealing endless chill and sarcasm. "You think you've transcended all limitations and become the master of the universe, but you're just one of countless Feng Jings." His tone was cold and emotionless. "You think you're creating everything, but in reality, you're destroying everything."

Feng Jing's heart trembled as he suddenly realized that he might not be the true "creator," but merely a point of confusion among countless possibilities, an accidental existence. What he thought of as creation and control was actually just part of the chaos of the universe, the result of rupture and reconstruction.

"You don't deserve all this." The face sneered, staring straight at Feng Jing. "You are just a chosen tool. The so-called creation is just a trap, a false promise. You were led to this void and became a pawn in this cosmic game."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shattered by all these words, and the chaos in his heart became increasingly uncontrollable. He felt that all the order, all the rules, all the existence he believed in seemed to collapse at this moment, turning into a formless nothingness.

"So, you are...?" Feng Jing asked reluctantly.

"Me? I'm the designer of this game, or rather, the shackles you can never escape." He smiled coldly, his eyes filled with disdain. "I'm an 'existence' you've never seen. You can't understand me because you've never truly understood yourself. You thought you'd transcended dimension and time, but you haven't escaped your bondage at all."

Feng Jing's heart trembled. He finally understood. This being, calling itself the Designer, wasn't some kind of matter or consciousness at all, but rather some higher-dimensional, ineffable force. It belonged to neither a single dimension nor any particular time and space, but rather something truly transcending existence itself. It controlled all laws and destinies, even Feng Jing's consciousness and existence.

"You have no choice." The voice suddenly became gentle, as if coaxing an ignorant child. "You and I have long been one. Your destiny is destined to be my tool."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. He wanted to resist, but found himself trapped in some invisible cage, unable to break free. Every moment of his consciousness, every second of his thoughts, was pulled by this unknown force, as if his existence no longer belonged to him.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness was about to completely collapse, he suddenly felt a massive burst of energy, as if countless dimensions were colliding simultaneously, and his consciousness was violently pushed into an unknown abyss. This energy was unlike any force he had ever encountered, but instead came from an extremely complex force field. It completely destroyed all matter and rules, bringing about unprecedented chaos.

However, Feng Jing didn't disappear. He felt reborn, as if he had traveled through countless dimensions, breaking free from all the constraints of time and space. His consciousness grew stronger, powerful enough to confront this unknown force.

Suddenly, he realized he didn't need to escape or hide. He was no longer a product of a certain universe, no longer a slave to a single fate, but a source of countless possibilities. Feng Jing's consciousness became clearer than ever before, and he saw himself wandering between countless parallel worlds, each filled with endless possibilities and variables.

He began to realize his true power - it was not creation, nor destruction, but... loss of control.

"You thought you controlled all the rules and designed the fate of the universe, but you were wrong." Feng Jing said softly, a glint of madness in his eyes. "From the very beginning, this game was destined not to go according to your vision."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted with unprecedented energy. Countless worlds began to vibrate, the very laws of the universe began to distort, and the very laws of time and space became unpredictable. He was no longer anyone or anything, no longer Feng Jing, no longer the very laws of existence. He was merely a source of gravity within the chaos, an unstoppable vortex.

Feng Jing is no longer an individual. He is a crack in the endless nothingness, the starting point for the collapse of all universes, and the restart button for a new game of destiny.

Everything began to fall apart, and all this had just begun.

Chapter 439: The Countercurrent of Time and the Hurricane of Consciousness