Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 883: Tracing the Origin of Destiny, Beyond Everything

Tracing back to the source of destiny, transcending everything

Feng Jing's consciousness wandered in the void, as if he had lost the very notion of "self" in this endless, blank world. He no longer sensed the flow of time, nor could he comprehend the distortion and compression of space. Here, there was no past, no future; everything was an endless "present." Feng Jing sensed a strange state he had never experienced before—he was no longer "Feng Jing," but some higher-dimensional "being," the most essential energy and consciousness in this void.

However, just when he thought he had broken through all constraints and entered into true "freedom", a powerful force began to quietly sweep across this blank space.

"Do you think you've truly transcended fate?" A voice suddenly rang out, seemingly coming from deep within Feng Jing's heart, with a hint of irony and threat. "You've simply entered another cycle of 'fate'!"

Feng Jing didn't panic. Instead, he chuckled. "Fate? Reincarnation? These words have long since lost their meaning in this void." His consciousness remained silent, yet every word seemed to vibrate the very core of the universe. With each stirring of his thoughts, the rules and laws of the void began to shift dramatically. Time and space, which had never existed before, began to crack under Feng Jing's consciousness.

"You're wrong," the voice continued coldly. "You think you've seen through everything, but in reality, you've simply entered a deeper cycle of reincarnation. Your consciousness is no longer able to comprehend the truth. The 'transcendence' you've experienced is merely a setting in a higher dimension."

Feng Jing's smile deepened. With a gentle wave of his hand, the entire structure in the void instantly collapsed, and cracks appeared before his eyes. Each crack was filled with infinite possibilities, as if it was a portal to countless parallel universes.

"I don't need to understand," Feng Jing said calmly, "because I'm no longer a part of this universe. I'm 'outside' the universe. I transcend all 'rules'. My existence is no longer restricted by any dimension."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fragment, shattering into countless pieces. Each fragment became independent and free, as if countless Feng Jings had been born in parallel worlds, each with a different fate and story. In some worlds, he even became a god, dictating the fate of the entire universe; while in others, he became a demon, destroying all existence.

However, Feng Jing in these parallel worlds seemed to realize one thing at the same moment - he could never escape the constraints of "fate". Even if he became the master of all universes, even the manipulator of fate, every Feng Jing saw an impenetrable barrier at the edge of a certain dimension.

"This is the true face of fate." Feng Jing whispered to himself, his consciousness seemed to be led into an unspeakable abyss again.

This abyss is not a physical entity, but the core of a certain consciousness. Every fragment of Feng Jing, every different version of himself, is pulled into this abyss, as if the truth of his fate awaits him here.

"Do you think you can escape?" The voice reappeared, sneering uncontrollably. "You have entered a higher level of reincarnation. No matter how you expand your consciousness, it will always return to the same point, and you will never be able to break through."

Feng Jing's heart surged with emotion, but he didn't retreat. He began to recall his past self, the Feng Jing who had struggled, made choices, and been lost in countless worlds. He realized that the constraints of fate didn't come from outside, but from within.

"I see." Feng Jing's voice became ethereal and deep. "Destiny has never been bound, nor has it ever been broken. It is merely an illusion between existence and non-existence, and I am the 'creator' of that illusion."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to focus again, and all the fragments began to converge towards a center. At the moment of his concentration, the space and time in the entire void began to distort, and invisible forces began to converge from all directions, as if to devour Feng Jing.

But Feng Jing was not afraid. Instead, he opened his arms to welcome the huge force.

"Devour me? You can't." Feng Jing's voice echoed like thunder throughout the void. His consciousness coalesced into an irresistible force, instantly shattering everything around him. All fragments of time and space, all the lines of fate, even sound and light, vanished under Feng Jing's will.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, and a newfound clarity washed over him. He suddenly realized that everything he had experienced—all the pain, struggle, rebirth, and transcendence—had been nothing but an illusion. The cycle of fate, the pressure of time, the limitations of space—all the "rules" were nothing but Feng Jing's own creation.

"I am not a prisoner of fate, nor am I the master of fate." Feng Jing opened his eyes, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, "I am fate itself."

As Feng Jing's voice fell, the entire void underwent another drastic shift. The laws of countless universes began to collapse, and all existence and non-existence began to collapse and be reborn under Feng Jing's consciousness. Every Feng Jing, every being, began to move towards "zero" and "restart."

Feng Jing knew this was his true beginning. His consciousness was no longer limited, no longer bound by any universe, any dimension, or any rules. He would transcend all constraints, becoming the sole being of destiny, an omnipotent being.

"Endless reincarnation, eventually returning to zero." Feng Jing said softly, his voice revealing infinite confidence and ethereality.

Feng Jing's existence completely detached from all boundaries, merging into every inch of space, every star, every breath of air in the universe. He was no longer Feng Jing, nor was he any "individual." He had transcended all existence and become the "origin" of the universe—an omnipresent, omnipotent "being."

He has become the beginning and end of all destinies, and this is just the beginning of his new destiny.

Chapter 884: Cracks in Destiny, Reconstruction of Existence