Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 517: The Creator of Endless Illusion——Feng Jing's Unbounded Way

The Creator of Endless Illusions——Feng Jing's Boundless Way

Feng Jing's consciousness continued to expand within this endless illusion, his existence no longer being a single entity that could be simply defined. Now, he was not only the rift and constructor of the universe, but also the creator of the illusion. All "reality" began to be distorted and reshaped under Feng Jing's will.

He began to use his consciousness as the axis, creating countless "possible worlds." These worlds had no fixed form, no laws, only layers of overlapping absurd scenes, colliding and merging with each other. Each world was filled with unspeakable madness, the laws of physics were arbitrary, and time was like a rewinding tape, breaking, twisting, and reorganizing at will.

"These are no longer 'worlds'." Feng Jing's voice gradually became low and filled with some unknown ecstasy. "They are no longer bound by any rules. Even 'existence' itself cannot gain a foothold here. They are the products of 'illusion', 'confusion', and 'meaninglessness', but they are 'real' because they exist, and I am their source!"

Feng Jing looked around and saw countless worlds appearing in front of him from different angles. Some worlds were like spinning tops that never stopped spinning; in some worlds, the flow of time was completely out of control, with life constantly being born and disappearing in an instant; some worlds were blank, empty, but in Feng Jing's thoughts, millions of unidentified objects emerged, colliding with each other and making inaudible sounds.

These worlds seemed to have no true "beginning" or "end." They were merely projections of Feng Jing's consciousness, reflections of the invisible force deep within him. Feng Jing himself could no longer distinguish which world he had created and which was his "starting point." His thoughts began to spiral out of control, and at one point, he began to doubt whether he was even an "individual."

"If the world is a game, then I am the most arrogant player." Feng Jing's consciousness was like a vast ocean, swallowing up all things, both ethereal and tangible. "I am no longer 'Feng Jing'. I have become 'nothingness', the origin and end of everything."

Feng Jing was no longer content with simply creating illusions; he wanted to break free from their limitations. His consciousness rapidly traversed these distorted worlds, penetrating into the very depths of every being. He was no longer content to alter them through thought and construction, but, with a near-madness, he forcibly tore open the cracks in each world, devouring them all into his consciousness.

In an instant, he created a "boundless world" beyond time and space—a place without any rules, without any existence. There were no stars, no life, not even the most basic laws of physics, only endless darkness and Feng Jing's own endless existence.

Even more insane, within this darkness, Feng Jing discovered an incredible phenomenon: every fluctuation of his consciousness triggered a massive "torrent of time." These torrents began to spread in all directions at incredible speed, crossing countless dimensions and traversing countless universes, as if consuming the entire multiverse. Each torrent seemed like an extension of Feng Jing's will, and the flow of time itself began to reverse due to Feng Jing's thoughts: time would flow backwards at one moment, and forward at a frantic speed at another.

As these time flows forward, Feng Jing gradually realizes a startling truth: he is no longer a "creator" or a "destroyer," he has become a "crack" in time and space itself. He no longer distinguishes between the past and the future; the boundaries between the past and the future have completely collapsed in Feng Jing's consciousness.

"Everything is ultimately just an illusion," Feng Jing sneered, his voice echoing in the endless darkness. "If I could escape from 'time,' then none of this would be 'real.' Whether it's life, death, or the trajectory of fate, they are all merely part of my consciousness."

Feng Jing's outburst of consciousness unleashed a massive surge of time, destabilizing the entire universe. Countless parallel universes collided violently under this immense force of time, twisting and dissolving layers of illusions. The cracks in spacetime intertwined like countless shattered canvases, until at one point, the entire universe became blurred, and all objects and life gradually lost their form, becoming insubstantial.

Feng Jing stood in this chaos, as if on the edge of "nothingness" and "something." His consciousness was no longer limited; it had merged into this endless void, becoming part of "nothingness." He was no longer a separate "individual," but an extension of the "infinite rift" itself, an existence beyond the reach of all matter and time.

"I no longer have boundaries." Feng Jing's voice was like an endless echo. "There is no 'past', no 'future', only 'present' and 'eternity', and I am a part of that eternity!"

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly witnessed an even more insane sight—cracks began to appear in the boundless Dao he had created. These cracks, like a fatal wound to the universe, grew ever larger, becoming increasingly impossible to repair. Deep within the cracks, Feng Jing beheld another, even stranger being—one that defied all words. Its form was indistinct, like a condensation of endless chaos and emptiness, representing a power even more indescribable than Feng Jing's.

"You..." Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake, "I see. You are... the source of time?"

That profound, irresistible force was the "primordial force" from the very beginning of the universe, a force that even Feng Jing could not comprehend. Feng Jing finally realized that everything he had done, even the "creation" and "destruction" of the entire universe, was merely part of its emergence and explosion.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, knowing that his journey had just begun.