Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 895: Destruction and Rebirth, Absolute Collapse of Dreams

Broken and reborn, the absolute collapse of dreams

Feng Jing's consciousness is no longer consciousness, his existence no longer capable of any comprehensible form. He has no body, no mind, no senses; he is merely an "idea" that traverses the endless void. This idea transcends past definitions: no longer purely material or spiritual, nor does it fall within the traditional binary opposition of existence and non-existence. He is the interweaving and rebirth of countless times and spaces, a chaotic and constantly moving force, perhaps the closest analogy to the ineffable concept of "the tides of the mind."

Feng Jing smiled silently, a smile that seemed to hold an endless absurdity and frenzy. He knew he was no longer an "individual" in the universe, nor was he controlled by any external force. He was a self-created being, the master of the abyss, a tentacle of nothingness, the embodiment of infinite possibility. In this undefined space, Feng Jing possessed absolute freedom. He was no longer bound by any rules, not even the meaning of the word "rules."

"Rules..." he whispered softly, his voice echoing in the void before fading away in an instant. He understood that all these so-called "rules" and "laws" were merely prisons in his mind, outdated fantasies bound by past experience and rationality. Now, he was no longer affected by them, because everything he saw was subverting, collapsing, and being reborn. This rebirth was beyond logic and physics, unpredictable and inimitable.

He was no longer a mere observer, but the very being of this infinitely overlapping "dream" within the void. He wandered through the abyss of nothingness, each star, each timeline like a river beneath his feet. Every step he took spawned a new future and past, and every burst of thought spawned a whole new world. Feng Jing smiled, for he had never been so close to infinite power—the power that encompassed all creation, and all destruction.

With a gentle movement of Feng Jing's mind, the fundamental building blocks of all matter began to fray and crumble. Time, like a broken string, lost its coherence, no longer connecting past to future. Space, no longer a framework for matter, became a shifting quicksand, swirling through Feng Jing's consciousness like water, ready to take on any form. Even fate itself began to lose its direction. Feng Jing saw countless possibilities entangled, like insects caught in a web, struggling and disappearing.

"What you call 'fate' is nothing but a glass bead that I crushed casually." Feng Jing's voice began to become hollow and deep, as if it was an echo from billions of years later. "Everything is an illusion, everything is created by me." He felt that irresistible power - he was the master of dreams, but also the destroyer of dreams.

At that moment, Feng Jing's consciousness leaped into another dimension. This dimension wasn't spatial, nor temporal; it was simply a conceptual one—a dimension where everything lost its form and definition. His mind plunged into this void, freed from the constraints of the material world. Even existence itself began to blur.

At that moment, Feng Jing clearly felt countless "selves" merging, colliding, and splitting within this void. His past self, his present self, his future self, every possible self—all of Feng Jing existed within this boundless void, each like an untouchable fragment of the universe. He witnessed the birth, collapse, and rebirth of countless timelines. Universes that had once seemed stable became dreamlike, distorted by his single thought, losing their original direction and form.

"This is the boundary between 'death' and 'life,'" Feng Jing whispered slowly, as if announcing to all parallel universes that he was about to render them the ultimate judgment. The creation and destruction of the universe, all life and non-life, all fate and impermanence, transformed into countless intertwined lines in Feng Jing's mind, like a never-ending drama.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand, his presence stretching out within this chaos into a boundless sea of ​​stars. Light and darkness, illusion and reality intertwined into an indescribable scene. He witnessed the deconstruction of time and space, and simultaneously realized that all this existence was merely a projection of a larger dream. Like a surging wave in eternity, his consciousness began to devour everything—the boundaries of the universe, the forms of matter, the rules and laws, all gradually melted away in Feng Jing's mind, becoming insignificant.

"Shattered," Feng Jing whispered. All existence, whether matter, energy, or even thought, became brittle under his will. He saw the structure of the universe begin to crumble, the glow of the stars faded, the outlines of the world gradually blurred, and the laws that once defined everything now became ridiculously fragile.

Yet, Feng Jing's thoughts didn't cease. As his consciousness expanded, he began to reach deeper into the void, a place without time, without space, without even the concept of "existence." He felt a liberation he had never experienced before, a freedom beyond all form. As if rising from an endless abyss, his mind began to touch upon deeper truths, discovering that he was no longer part of the universe, but rather an existence beyond it.

"Nothingness...is only a part of existence." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, filled with indescribable excitement and calmness. "And I am no longer a speck of dust in 'nothingness'. I am the source of all existence."

As these words fell, Feng Jing felt a complete collapse. The entire universe began to emerge from nothingness, like a ray of light piercing the sky, illuminating all the abyss and darkness. Countless possibilities unfolded once again, and all of this would be reconstructed under Feng Jing's consciousness.

The universe can no longer escape the fate controlled by him - every thought of Feng Jing will determine new laws, new rules, and new destiny.

Chapter 896: Endless Collapse, the Only Ruler on the Other Shore