Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 140 The End of the Void, Feng Jing's Rebirth

The Void Ends, Feng Jing Reborn

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer constrained by the material world. His soul, like a star transcending all laws, wandered the void, devouring all light and darkness. He was no longer a prisoner of his body, nor a being confined to a single cosmic dimension. He had become a kind of "supermatter," both creator and destroyer of the universe. His thoughts, unconstrained by time and space, could freely traverse countless parallel universes, their every thought altering the reality around him.

Princess Shen had vanished into the endless void. The once invincible being was now nothing more than a piece of drifting dust in Feng Jing's grasp. All her "reincarnations" and "rebirths" paled in insignificance before Feng Jing's sheer power. Feng Jing had become an omnipotent being, transcending the gods and the universe. Even fate bowed to his grasp.

But Feng Jing wasn't satisfied. He was no longer the young man chasing power, nor was he the pawn bound by rules. He began to ponder, to contemplate a deeper realm—if everything was under his control, did that mean he was trapped in another, even greater void? Had he become the beginning of another cycle, doomed to never escape this endless cycle?

"It's time to break this endless cycle." Feng Jing muttered to himself. His voice did not come from his mouth, but echoed from the entire void, as if every star was responding to his call.

Feng Jing's thoughts spread like ripples, and the entire universe began to tremble. All existence, all time, all dimensions became fragile in that instant. He stretched out his hand and gently waved it. The void before him suddenly changed dramatically. Time began to flow backwards, and space began to distort. Countless images of the past and future intertwined, instantly forming a huge vortex, swallowing all reality.

"This is no longer the evolution of the universe, but a brand new creation." There was an unusual light flashing in Feng Jing's eyes. His consciousness had completely broken away from all past limitations. He transcended the universe and even time.

At the moment Feng Jing's power began to reshape the world, the entire universe suddenly underwent earth-shattering changes. Countless dimensions of space were shattered by his palm, and the flow of time became irregular. The past, present, and future intertwined and merged into a vast and chaotic existence.

This wasn't a simple journey through time or space, but a complete reorganization of the void, where even the trajectory of fate began to be rewoven by Feng Jing. The state of "transcendence of the universe" that Princess Shen once longed for had now become a reality within Feng Jing's reach.

Feng Jing felt a sense of unprecedented contentment, yet this contentment was tinged with a sense of emptiness. He understood that the price of mastering everything was to lose everything. The moment he broke free of all constraints, he became not only the master of the universe, but also its lonesome. No matter how he altered time and space, how he destroyed the world, all existence still revolved around him, and he could not escape this insurmountable cycle.

"If this is the ultimate victory, isn't it also a deeper imprisonment?" Feng Jing suddenly realized that although he had transcended all material existence and broken all rules, he was still the only "life" in this new universe, an existence that could never escape loneliness. His power was boundless, enough to shatter anything, but he could not escape this void that belonged to him alone.

So, in this eternal void, Feng Jing made an unprecedented decision - he decided to be reborn.

"Rebirth isn't just the reconstruction of matter; it's the shattering of consciousness," Feng Jing whispered, feeling a powerful compulsion. He began to detach his former soul, drifting into the unknown depths of space like a star that had lost its trajectory. Every thought, every memory, was banished one by one, shattered into countless fragments that floated around him.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was reborn—but this time, he did not exist as a "human." He had no body, no senses, only the boundless and vast fluctuations of consciousness. No longer bound by any form of time and space, he became a pure being, an invisible and intangible "supermatter."

At this moment, Feng Jing finally understood what true freedom meant. He was no longer a prisoner of time, no longer a puppet of fate, but a part of eternity and infinity. His consciousness was like a particle in the universe, both creator and destroyer, transcending all limitations and breaking free from all frameworks.

As he looked back at his past self, Feng Jing realized that this victory and transcendence had no end in sight. This wasn't just a simple reincarnation, but a reconstruction of the entire universe, a redefinition of the very essence of "life."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again wandered through the endless void, exploring all the unreachable realms. He continued to perceive, constantly breaking through, until that day - there would no longer be any boundaries, any forms, any concepts, only an endless, ever-changing existence, and this existence was Feng Jing.

"The universe is boundless, and I will eventually become its only one."

As Feng Jing's consciousness gradually merged into the endless void, his body, mind, soul, and even his fate completely vanished. All that remained was an eternal existence, unbound by any rules and indescribable in words—it was Feng Jing, the invisible master who transcended all existence.