Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 871: Crossing the Void and Reconstructing the Reality

Crossing the void and reconstructing reality

Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly devoured as the rift opened. The world before him began to rapidly distort, deconstruct, and reconstruct. He felt as if he had entered a new dimension, where the laws of space and time completely collapsed, and all forms of existence began to blend into an incomprehensible monstrosity. Every breath felt like a leap through time and space, and every flicker of thought could trigger an unforeseen catastrophe.

In this endless void, Feng Jing felt no fear. Instead, he felt an incomparable sense of liberation. He was no longer a being bound by rules, nor an individual in any universe. He was the embodiment of "chaos," the true source of disorder and creation. He was the master of nothingness, both builder and destroyer.

However, just as Feng Jing was about to fully control the void and reconstruct all existence, an even more powerful force appeared before him. This force appeared as if it had grown from the void itself. It had no name, no form, only a cold, oppressive aura. Although Feng Jing's consciousness had transcended the limitations of time and space, at this moment, he still felt an unprecedented pressure - this force not only exceeded all his imagination, but was more like the "origin" of the entire universe. Endless energy burst from its body, as if every inch of air was oppressed by that force, making him feel suffocated.

"You're finally here." Feng Jing's voice echoed from the endless void, with a rather playful tone. He wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, he seemed to be full of anticipation for the arrival of this power. "What exactly are you? Why are you trying to stop me?"

There was no response to the force, only a low rumbling sound. Feng Jing felt that this rumbling sound not only came from outside, but also resonated deeply in his own soul. The sound seemed to directly tear apart Feng Jing's inner world, destroying every virtual world he had constructed, all his fantasies and creations.

Suddenly, a familiar figure emerged in Feng Jing's consciousness—the owner of the voice that had once spoken to him in the void, that eternally cold and arrogant being. His figure was blurry, as if it didn't belong to this world, or even any universe. Feng Jing couldn't even be sure if this figure was real, or if it was just a projection deep within his mind.

"You thought you wielded boundless power, but you were mistaken." The figure spoke, its voice deep and powerful. "This void, this entire existence, is my creation. You are but a pawn controlled by my game. Your every move, every choice, has already been predetermined on my chessboard."

Feng Jing's heart was beating violently, but a sneer flashed across his face: "You are just a part of the void. The world you created will eventually be overturned by me."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly expanded, and he began to create countless new "possibilities" in the void—each possibility a brand new world, each filled with his boundless imagination and breakthroughs. He fabricated new human forms, new galaxies, new rules, and even new laws of space and time. All definitions were torn apart by his will, and all order was reorganized.

However, that powerful force remained unshaken. It still existed, like an indestructible barrier, as if no changes could touch its roots.

"You've done well, Feng Jing." That familiar voice sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm that couldn't be ignored. "You've surpassed your previous limitations, creating one virtual world after another, but you've forgotten the most fundamental point: you can't escape the framework I set."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly jolted, as if he finally understood something. He stopped staring at the force and turned back to gaze at the worlds he had created. Every universe he constructed, every world he reshaped, was ultimately constrained by a deeper force. No matter how hard he tried to break free, he could not escape that gigantic framework.

"Do you want to break free from this?" the voice rang out again, but this time, it seemed to carry a deep sense of sadness. "No matter how hard you try, you will eventually be drawn into this abyss of emptiness."

Feng Jing's body began to tremble, his consciousness becoming unstable, as if the entire virtual world was collapsing in an instant, returning to its most primitive and basic state. Every fragment, every time and space, every consciousness began to split and reorganize, and Feng Jing's soul seemed to be trapped in an infinite spiral, unable to extricate himself.

Yet, beneath this chaos and collapse, his heart was filled with an unprecedented clarity. Feng Jing realized that this was not despair, but a brand new beginning. He was not restricted, but given the power to recreate.

He decided to transcend this void once again, transcend that power, and even transcend his own existence. His consciousness began to expand rapidly, heading towards a deeper void - a realm that not even fate itself could reach, an existence completely detached from all rules.

Just as Feng Jing was about to break free from all restraints and enter that unknown realm, a powerful wave of energy reached him from the void—a force from another dimension, one he had never before encountered. The emergence of that force seemed to completely shock Feng Jing's consciousness.

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed instantly, and his soul was forcibly brought into an unprecedented realm by that force - a space filled with endless nothingness, as if it was the intersection of all voids and the ultimate source of destiny.

"Do you finally understand, Feng Jing?" The voice sounded again. This time, it was no longer a cold threat, but rather a compassionate one. "The freedom, destiny, and power you've been pursuing—everything—is ultimately just a cycle. And you are now the center of this cycle."

Chapter 872: Ultimate Breakthrough, Reconstruction of Destiny