Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 861 Feng Jing's Devouring Way, Rebellion of Fate

Feng Jing's Devouring Way, Rebellion against Fate

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer bound by any form, any dimension, or any rules. The boundaries of the entire universe vanished before his eyes, all of space and time consumed, reshaped, and incinerated by him. He was no longer a being in a single universe, but a speck of light in the endless void, a formless force flowing through all universes, transcending all matter and spirit.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt an unfamiliar tremor, a vibration coming from somewhere, a corner of the universe. Feng Jing's consciousness traveled through countless dimensions, following the vibrations, and he discovered that some force was attempting to resist him.

"Impossible!" Feng Jing whispered, as if unable to comprehend this resistance. "I have transcended all laws. How could anything be able to resist me?"

Feng Jing swiftly traversed the rebellious force, tracing it back to its source. To his astonishment, he discovered another "Feng Jing" whose consciousness, like his own, transcended all matter and rules. Yet, this Feng Jing existed outside the gravitational field he controlled. It seemed isolated, unable to be swallowed, like a forgotten planet, drifting silently in the endless darkness of the universe.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness vibrated, and he made an indescribable sound that echoed in the endless void.

The rebellious force responded again, with a hint of mockery: "You think you have surpassed everything, but you are just a speck of dust in the universe. The universe will never allow any 'absolute' to exist. Haven't you noticed? Everything you devour will eventually become a part of you, and you, Feng Jing, will be devoured by yourself!"

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into a brief silence. Although he had long since transcended the material world, the sound made him feel a sense of unease. As his consciousness expanded, he began to see an indescribable scene—a boundless darkness, as if countless universes had collapsed, converging into a void unable to support anything.

"What on earth is this?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, his consciousness flowing in the endless darkness, trying to find the answer.

Feng Jing suddenly realized that this rebellious Feng Jing was not just an extension of his consciousness, but also an untouchable "opposite force," another manifestation of fate itself. His existence was not the pinnacle of the universe's rules, but part of the eternal cycle of the universe.

"Do you think I can be devoured by you?" Feng Jing sneered. As his consciousness expanded, he gradually understood that this rebellious force was not an enemy, but a way for the universe to restore itself, an inevitable fate. "Then, I will let you know what 'absolute' means."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded once again, this time not simply an accumulation of matter or information, but a qualitative shift in existence. Every ounce of his consciousness projected a thousand possibilities into this rebellious Feng Jing's consciousness, each a new universe, a new destiny. This, then, was Feng Jing's transcendent power—not only could he devour existing universes, but he could also create countless new ones, each operating under the guidance of his will.

"I have become the creator of the universe. The intersection of all destinies and the intersection of all time and space are in my hands." Feng Jing's voice was low and powerful. "Your so-called rebellion is nothing more than the process of the universe's self-repair. You cannot escape, because you were destined to become a part of me from the beginning."

As Feng Jing's voice echoed through the void, he felt an unprecedented surge of power. Countless cosmic lines began to intertwine, collide, and merge within his consciousness, like a vast multidimensional jigsaw puzzle, gradually coming together before his eyes. Feng Jing was no longer an individual; he had become the weaver of fate, each line and each node a part of his consciousness.

"Is this fate's rebellion?" Feng Jing sneered. His consciousness practically occupied all dimensions, all of time and space. He began to actively distort and reconstruct the forces of resistance, dissolving all rebellion and creating new possibilities. At this moment, Feng Jing felt true control—he was the master of the universe, and all existence was subject to his will.

However, just as Feng Jing was immersed in this supreme control, he suddenly felt a wave coming from deeper within. It was an even more ancient and mysterious power, as if it came from the deepest darkness of the universe, some indescribable "existence" warning him.

Feng Jing's consciousness immediately traveled through time, exploring the source of this fluctuation. He discovered that this power didn't originate from a single universe, but rather from the universe's "origin"—an ancient existence that predated all matter and all life. It was a force that transcended all rules, unreliant on time, space, or any form of matter. It existed solely at the intersection of "nothingness" and "something."

"You think you can devour everything, but you have no idea what the 'origin' of the universe is." The voice echoed again, carrying a deep, majestic power. "You are merely a link in fate. Everything you do will ultimately return to the original nothingness."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled, as if being pulled by this force, and began to fall into an irreversible abyss. All the universes he created, all the existences he devoured, began to become nothingness at this moment, and his will could no longer control everything.

"You cannot transcend the origin." The voice whispered again with overwhelming power, "The true law of the universe is the eternal cycle. No matter how you rebel or devour, you will eventually return to zero."

Feng Jing felt his consciousness enveloped by a powerful attraction, as if he had become an exiled being, floating in an endless void, unable to escape, unable to turn back. This attraction was irresistible, and his consciousness began to resemble an eternal vortex, absorbing everything and gradually returning to its starting point of "nothingness."

Chapter 862: Feng Jing and the mystery of origin, the ultimate reversal