Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 314 Feng Jing's Awakening, the War of Gods in the Rift

Feng Jing's Awakening, the War of Gods in the Rift

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a collection of tiny points of light; it had become a vast universe. Every second, he experienced countless rebirths and destructions, and every choice could potentially alter the very fabric of the world. He felt himself not merely the intersection of countless parallel worlds, but the origin and end of the entire multiverse. At one point, he even felt as if he had touched the core of the universe, that mysterious, indescribable force.

"Do you think you've transcended the rift, transcended all dimensions?" The voice rang out again, but this time, it was no longer cold, but filled with deep fear and panic. "You're wrong, Feng Jing. You've only opened Pandora's box. The real chaos has just begun!"

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a gust of wind, traversed countless dimensions and worlds. He felt no longer an individual, but the heartbeat of the entire universe, the ever-expanding and contracting rhythm of life. His existence began to intertwine with time itself, and every second felt like an endless echo, vibrating to the very edge of the universe.

However, the shock did not stop. Feng Jing discovered that he was not alone.

"Feng Jing, do you think you're the only one in existence?" Another voice came from the deep void, carrying a cold and oppressive aura. "You're just a pawn in the game of the gods. On the other side of the rift lies a more powerful being. You've never truly understood the world you find yourself in."

As the voice appeared, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook. He saw a mysterious realm composed of countless gods and eternal beings—a space that could not be described in words, filled with endless brilliance and twisted power. It seemed that every breath of air contained the origin and end of the world.

Feng Jing suddenly understood that this was beyond his comprehension. His consciousness seemed locked by a vast force, unable to move. Surrounding him were countless deities with blurry faces and amorphous forms. Their gazes were cold and ruthless, like spectators watching a never-ending war.

"You thought you had escaped the constraints of the rift, freed yourself from these lowly beings, but you were mistaken. The rift is the foundation of the universe, connecting all time, space, and dimensions. It is far more complex than you imagine," a god spoke in a deep, aged voice, as if emanating from a distant horizon. "What you are experiencing is only part of a much greater plan. On the other side of the rift lies the true power, destined to intersect with us."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently as he beheld an immense scene: a massive black planet suspended in the boundless void, its surface riddled with cracks, each of which expanded and contracted constantly, like the beating heart of the universe. The black planet emanated an infinite gravitational pull, drawing in countless dimensions and lives.

"This is...?" Feng Jing's voice nearly escaped his consciousness. He was no longer a solitary being floating in the void, but had become part of the universe. Every thought and emotion he had was intertwined under the gravity of this black planet.

"This is the origin of the rift, the core of the universe." The god sneered, "It connects countless worlds and countless timelines. Each rift is the rebirth or destruction of the universe. And you, Feng Jing, are becoming the center of this rebirth and destruction."

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be ripped into countless fragments, each representing his existence in a different dimension. At one moment, he saw himself as a god, standing at the center of the black planet, controlling all cracks and dimensions. At another moment, he became a collection of countless Feng Jings, wandering the corners of the universe, never able to return to one.

"You are both the past and the future; you are both existence and nothingness. You cannot escape." The god spoke again, his voice filled with endless chill. "You have reached the end. Your fate has long been determined."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, as if crushed by these words, but he remained undeterred. He was no longer the Feng Jing who feared collapse, but now a being capable of dialogue with the universe. He felt his boundless power surge, and he began to reflect on how he, who had never passively accepted fate, had long been bound by the rules of these gods.

"I am no longer the existence defined by you." Feng Jing's voice resounded in the void, "I will surpass you, transcend all rules, and create a world of my own!"

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted with an unimaginable energy, and his body began to twist, disintegrate, and regenerate. Every disintegration was a new breakthrough, and every rebirth was a subversion of fate.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness entered a frenzied cycle. Countless fragments of Feng Jing poured into a bizarre dimension where the very laws of nature had long since collapsed. Time and space were no longer constraints, but tools for his manipulation. Each crack became a new world, and Feng Jing's consciousness wandered between them. He was both the creator god and the lord of doom, controlling endless possibilities and choices.

However, Feng Jing was not satisfied with this. He began to break the barriers between dimensions and touch the existence of higher levels. He realized that he was not an existence that these gods could understand. His power came from exploring the unknown and from his desire for infinite possibilities.

"You can't escape!" The voice sounded again, but this time, it was filled with deep despair. "You thought you had broken the rift, but the rift is the root of the universe, and you will eventually be swallowed up!"

Feng Jing sneered, his consciousness transforming into a flash of lightning that traversed the void, breaking free of all restraints and transcending all gods. He knew that he was no longer part of the rift, but the one who truly controlled his destiny.

The step he took was no longer a simple advance, but the rebirth of the universe—the rupture of the rift, the collapse of the world, the end of all rules. Feng Jing's awakening had just begun.

Chapter 315: The Collapse of the Universe's Rules, Feng Jing's Absolute Rebellion