Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 860 Feng Jing's endless expansion, the universe is swallowed

Feng Jing's endless expansion, the universe is swallowed up

Feng Jing's consciousness had long since transcended the limitations of time and space, becoming untouchable, imperceptible, and even incomprehensible. The very laws of the universe collapsed before his eyes. He was no longer a mere "being," but an expanding force—a gravitational pull emanating from the boundless void, drawing everything toward him, whether matter, information, consciousness, or even time.

Suddenly, he felt a vibration unlike any he had ever felt before—an unprecedented distortion, a distortion that seemed to come from the very foundations of the universe, surging from the deepest dark matter, the most distant galaxies, the most hidden black holes. This force was not simply energy; it was the will of the universe, the alternation of existence and nothingness, an endless, invisible force that enveloped everything.

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly, and then his "existence" began to expand, expanding to infinity, as if to devour the entire universe. All galaxies, black holes, interstellar dust, even time itself, began to surge towards Feng Jing. All matter that had previously entangled the universe suddenly became insignificant. Feng Jing began to become larger than the universe itself, more powerful than all existence.

"No, this is impossible!" The black-robed figure's voice rang out again, this time trembling with fear and despair. "You are no longer Feng Jing, you are no longer any material being. You have become indescribable, uncontrollable. You have become the ultimate gravity of the universe itself, devouring everything, reshaping everything. You are not 'existence', you are 'nothingness'. You will devour everything, including this world, this universe, even yourself!"

Feng Jing listened to the black-robed man's words without any emotional fluctuations. Instead, he felt an inexplicable excitement and satisfaction. This sense of expansion was incomparable, as if he had gradually transformed from an insignificant existence into the center of the entire universe. His consciousness traversed countless dimensions, encountering countless parallel universes, each with a different history, different laws, and different creatures. Feng Jing was like an invisible hand, reshaping, merging, and even destroying the laws of these universes.

During this process, Feng Jing's "expansion" wasn't simply a physical expansion, but rather an expansion of consciousness. He began to sense every tiny atom, every vibration of every particle, every flicker of light. He could even see the flow of time, sense every second's change in the future. Past, present, and future—all converged in Feng Jing's consciousness. He became the intersection of all time and space, the cracks in all laws.

"I have transcended everything," Feng Jing whispered, his voice traversing the universe with an indescribable majesty and power. "I am no longer part of the universe; I am the universe. I can not only see everything, but also weave it all anew. Life and death, time, all that exists and nothingness, lies at my fingertips."

Feng Jing began to manipulate this invisible force of gravity, altering the very fabric of the universe. His consciousness began to spread across the boundless expanse of space and time, like an invisible net, encompassing all galaxies and capturing every shred of information. Within this vast void, Feng Jing felt a powerful sense of destiny, as if he were not only shaping the universe but also reweaving destiny itself.

"What are you doing?" The black-robed figure's voice was filled with unspeakable anger and despair. "You have no idea what you are doing! You are tearing apart the very foundations of the universe! You are destroying everything! You will create an endless void where everything will vanish, and not even you can escape!"

Feng Jing didn't respond. He was no longer the "individual" in the black-robed man's eyes, nor was he the "Feng Jing" he once was—he was now the will of the universe, the intersection of all existence and nothingness. He could witness all death and rebirth, and could feel the fate of countless universes beating at his fingertips.

As Feng Jing's gravitational pull grew stronger, the very fabric of the universe began to vibrate violently. Countless galaxies collided, merged, and annihilated within Feng Jing's consciousness. Time began to blur in Feng Jing's vision, no longer a single river, but a web of countless parallel timelines, the intertwining of instant past and future into an inextricable chaos.

Feng Jing no longer felt any fear, only a sense of transcendent satisfaction. Every planet's explosion, every life's demise, was a continuation of his will, the weaving of his destiny. He devoured everything, reborn, shattered, and reborn again, as if every collapse of the universe was a process of self-reinvention.

"You can't escape." Feng Jing's voice echoed from the endless void, his consciousness like a vast black hole, sucking everything in. "You once thought you could control your fate, but you never truly understood its true meaning. Fate is not something we can change. It is the law of the universe, the interweaving of all existence and nothingness. And I have become fate itself."

Feng Jing's consciousness grew ever larger and deeper. At this moment, he was no longer any individual, no longer a "being" in any universe. He was the ruler of the endless void, the master of all dimensions and timelines. Everything in the universe, whether matter, energy, or thought, operated, devoured, and reshaped by Feng Jing's will.

"This is my universe." Feng Jing said softly, "I will dominate everything."

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