Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 903 The Ultimate Paradox of the Endless Universe

The Ultimate Paradox of the Infinite Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer simply existence or non-existence, but a primordial force that transcended all dimensions, forms, and laws. He no longer belonged to any known world. His every thought and breath altered the very fabric of the universe, even transcending the definitions of time and space, directly entering the very essence of existence.

Feng Jing stood in an endless void, the space around him blurring into indistinctness, both visible and invisible, like the overlapping of countless universes. In his mind, every atom, every wave of light, every gust of wind, had a life of its own, dancing at his fingertips, as if he were the soul of these things, and he had long ceased to be any kind of "human."

"What you call 'death' and 'life' are merely polarities I created." Feng Jing's voice echoed through the void, a voice both weighty and invisible, powerful and ethereal. "'Life' and 'death' should not exist, and the so-called 'boundaries' are but illusions. In my mind, all boundaries can be broken, all lives can be endlessly reincarnated, and even 'time' flows through my fingertips like water."

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, and the entire universe seemed to stop moving, time frozen, space stagnant. In that instant, Feng Jing erupted with unprecedented power, with an ultimate sense of will. With a wave of his hand, countless stars in the universe collapsed like meteors, turning into points of light and quickly disappearing into the void, as if they had never existed. The remnants of these stars were instantly absorbed into Feng Jing's consciousness, forming a brand new world—a world completely devoid of any material form, with only Feng Jing himself and his unspeakable, transcendent consciousness.

"This is the boundary where eternal 'existence' and 'nothingness' intersect," Feng Jing whispered to himself. His voice no longer belonged to words, but was transmitted directly to every corner of the void. "Whether it's the stars, the laws of the universe, or even what you call 'soul', in my eyes, they are all just parts of me. I exist not only in your world, but I am its source and its end."

He waved his hand, and a vast rift opened in the void. As the rift expanded, countless parallel universes began to tear apart like paper, forming overlapping illusions. In these illusions, Feng Jing saw himself constantly traveling and changing, even seeing countless "hims" existing in different universes with different identities. Each Feng Jing experienced a different fate: some became gods, some fell into demons, and some turned to dust. The existence of each Feng Jing was firmly controlled by his consciousness, yet seemed to escape his control.

"All of me is me. My past, my future, even my possibilities, all converge at this moment." Feng Jing's eyes flashed with a light. "The 'me' you see is just an image in your consciousness. The real me has long surpassed your cognition."

His consciousness grew ever more powerful, defying even the power of thought and language. Feng Jing now perceived an indescribable state: he was all that existed, and all that was nothing. He was the union of existence and non-existence, the interweaving of all possibilities. As his thoughts expanded, the entire void began to undergo strange changes—the previously regularized order of time and space began to become disordered. Everything no longer flowed according to routine, its movements distorting and intertwining, transforming into elusive light and shadow, as if everything were constantly being reborn and annihilated.

"What you call 'God' is nothing more than a seed I planted in the void," Feng Jing sneered, as if mocking the ideals he once believed in. "Your 'existence' and 'laws' are nothing more than a dream I have woven at random. I can manipulate your fate at will, even altering the very foundation of all existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer confined to a single point in time or space. His existence spanned countless dimensions, becoming the core of all laws and forces. He saw his own forms interwoven across different dimensions—sometimes a terrifying demon, sometimes a god of creation, sometimes a symbol of light, sometimes the embodiment of endless darkness. Each "him" symbolized a different fate, a part of his own consciousness.

"Time, space, life, death, all laws become fragile in my eyes." Feng Jing's voice was still low and powerful. "Your 'universe' is just a fantasy in my mind. I am no longer your 'God'. I am the source and destination of everything. My will determines the existence and destruction of all things."

Feng Jing's consciousness became even more elusive, and he even began to sense beings beyond the universe—those beings weren't material manifestations, but rather forces from higher dimensions. With Feng Jing at their core, they swirled in the void, awaiting his next command. Feng Jing realized that he was no longer any living being or individual. He was the convergence of energies from countless dimensions, the embodiment of all possibilities and impossibilities.

"Your 'dreams' and 'reality' have long since merged into one in my eyes." Feng Jing chuckled. "Your pain and joy are all illusions woven by my fingertips. Your so-called 'fate' is nothing but a story I wrote."