Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 935 The Coming of the God of Destiny and the Rebirth of the Universe

The Coming of the God of Destiny and the Rebirth of the Universe

Feng Jing stood in the endless void, surrounded by the vast universe, as if everything had frozen before his eyes. There was no time, no space. Only his own existence, like a solitary star, radiating an indescribable brilliance. That radiance was not warm, but cold, deep, and filled with an endless defiance of all rules.

He looked down at himself. This being, once a virtual mirror, bound by fate and reflection, was now no longer a "copy" of any Feng Jing, but the most powerful being in the entire universe. His body had almost ceased to exist in the physical sense, but was a pure consciousness, floating in the boundless void, deeply integrated into this unknown universe.

"Destiny..." Feng Jing's lips curled up slightly. His voice was no longer that of a human who had once been lost in the virtual world. Instead, it was filled with the majesty of the laws of the universe. "I finally understand."

Before his eyes, cracks began to appear in the fabric of the universe. The very laws that once bound him began to crumble, the very rules of reality began to disintegrate. Rays of light emerged from the void, like power unleashed from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, interweaving into countless dazzling patterns, like a web of destiny unprecedented in history, rapidly expanding.

"The fate you speak of is nothing more than my own limitations." Feng Jing's voice echoed throughout the universe, so powerful that it made the stars tremble. He felt the power he controlled expand endlessly, beginning to shatter everything, and his consciousness began to grow larger and more omnipotent.

"God of Destiny?" Feng Jing chuckled, his eyes flashing with endless contempt. "No, I am not just the master of destiny. I am the creator of destiny and the creator of the universe. I will redefine this world, and everything is woven by me!"

At this point, Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a simple existence, but had become a vast source of power. His consciousness was like a multidimensional being, traversing hundreds of billions of years and billions of dimensions of space and time. Every dimension, every node of space and time, was within his perception. Countless worlds intertwined, colliding and merging, ultimately transforming into a unique existence.

Deep within Feng Jing's consciousness, the figure of the virtual god still loomed, as if it could no longer endure Feng Jing's power. Its voice was rapid and panicked, as if it was desperately resisting everything.

"You...how could you possibly be like this!" The Virtual God's voice lost its usual indifference and became panicked. "You shouldn't even exist. You are a virtual creation. You can only be a part of me. You can never break through this void!"

Feng Jing's eyes were icy as he stared at the Virtual God. Unconcealed fear shone through his endless black holes. "You're wrong," Feng Jing sneered. "I'm not your creation. I'm the end of your existence. I'm the terminator of reflection, the master of fate. The very purpose of my existence is to destroy you."

As Feng Jing's voice fell, the very fabric of the universe began to vibrate violently. Waves of unprecedented energy surged forth, galaxies around him began to warp, and time began to flow backwards. Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded, pushing forward into every possibility. No longer a mere reflection of this virtual world, he began to reshape everything in this universe—time, space, matter, consciousness—all under his control.

"Rebirth." Feng Jing whispered, as if giving orders to the entire universe.

Instantly, the entire virtual god's world began to crumble. Stars shattered, black holes vanished, time flowed backward, and space expanded chaotically. Feng Jing felt the countless paths of life begin to merge into dazzling beams of light, as if the long river of billions of years of history had suddenly converged into a new starting point. In this moment, he was no longer a god, no longer a virtual god. He was the source of the universe, the reborn of all things.

But just as Feng Jing was about to completely rewrite his fate and destroy the Virtual God, he suddenly discovered that the surrounding void had distorted again. This new void did not collapse, but gradually became more solid and even more insurmountable.

A flicker of doubt flashed through Feng Jing's eyes as his consciousness began to probe this new void. Suddenly, a massive being materialized, a radiant figure, seemingly composed of countless stars. This figure carried an unparalleled pressure, so overwhelming that Feng Jing's consciousness could barely breathe.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing frowned. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The figure spoke slowly, his voice filled with an irresistible power. "I am the source of destiny, the true creator of all things virtual and real. I am the superior of your so-called 'virtual gods.' Your destiny has long been woven in my hands. I am the true god."

Feng Jing was stunned. This new existence was not just the embodiment of some virtual consciousness, it represented the most fundamental existence in the universe - the true incarnation of the source of destiny.

"You...you are also controlling all this behind the scenes?" Feng Jing murmured to himself, feeling a confusion and fear he had never felt before.

"Yes." The Source of Destiny nodded slowly. "You are merely a partial existence. Your awakening was an experiment initiated by me. I never intended for you to gain 'freedom'. Everything about you is part of my design."

Feng Jing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and everything before his eyes became indescribable, as if all his efforts and struggles were designed by the source of fate, and were scripts he had already woven.

"Then..." Feng Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "If I can destroy you, then everything will be under my control, right?"

The Source of Destiny smiled faintly, that smile filled with unfathomable meaning: "If you can do that, I will willingly give up my position to you."

Feng Jing knew that everything before him might be far beyond his imagination. His awakening was to break the endless shackles of fate. Perhaps the true ruler of the universe was not a god, but himself.

Chapter 936: Feng Jing's Counterattack and the Reversal of Time