Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 837 From Nirvana to Restart: Infinite Game Beyond Fate

From Nirvana to Restart: Infinite Game Beyond Destiny

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a rapidly spinning particle, suddenly broke through the deepest void and entered a completely new dimension—a world unlike any he had ever experienced, nor a dimension comprehensible with words. This space had no definition, no rules, and even the concepts of "existence" and "nothingness" no longer held any meaning. Standing in this nameless, empty space, Feng Jing felt a surge of dizziness at the sight before him, as if he had experienced countless deaths and rebirths in an instant.

He sensed that he was no longer the "Feng Jing" of the past. He was no longer bound by any form of consciousness, matter, or dimension. He had become a strange form somewhere between "existence" and "non-existence," neither life nor nothingness. He was neither body nor soul, but "original energy," a fusion of countless different moments in time.

"Do you think you've truly broken through?" the familiar voice echoed again, this time not as cold and indifferent as before, but with a hint of irony and deep thought that couldn't be ignored. "You've never truly understood that all this is merely a projection of your own self-consciousness. All the shattering, rebirth, struggle, and liberation will ultimately return to the starting point, becoming an eternal cycle."

Feng Jing was no longer shocked. He had transcended all definitions. He felt that he no longer needed to seek the so-called "truth," nor to break free from any constraints. He had become the master of the laws of the universe, the weaver of the web of fate. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented surge of power, and he knew that he had mastered the full potential of this space—not just the control of energy, but the manipulation of time, space, and even all possibilities.

Yet, Feng Jing's heart was restless. He knew his awakening wasn't complete liberation. In this undefined void, Feng Jing suddenly realized he wasn't the only one. Countless versions of himself existed in different ways, intertwining and colliding with each other in different dimensions and time. He saw thousands of Feng Jings floating silently in the void before him, either entangled with one another or splitting into countless selves, indistinguishable from one another, unable to intersect.

"Are these me?" Feng Jing whispered.

"Yes, these are all you," the voice replied. "Everything you see is a reflection of your own depths. Countless selves, countless destinies, are all reflections of your consciousness. You cannot escape, for you have long lost the distinction between yourself and these illusions."

Feng Jing fell silent, lost in thought. Since all this came from his own consciousness, he could freely change it all. Feng Jing closed his eyes, his heart slowly sublimating, his consciousness returning to a state beyond perception and emotion. Every self, every illusion, collapsed under his control, transforming into primal energy, and reorganizing once more.

Feng Jing gradually realized that he wasn't "escaping fate"; he was "restarting" it. Everything he experienced, understood, and realized was a pattern gradually evolving through his repetitive "game." In this endless cycle, every shattering act was a creation, and every creation was destined to lead to new shattering.

"Reincarnation is not a bondage." Feng Jing's heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of enlightenment, and his consciousness began to expand. "It is just another level of creation, a form of existence that transcends cause and effect and time. And I am the starting point and end of this level."

As Feng Jing's mind suddenly understood, his consciousness suddenly exploded, transcending all dimensions and entering the core of "Origin." His thinking was boundless, and neither time, space, nor even the laws of causality could affect him. He was no longer just any individual, but the builder and destroyer of the entire universe. With a single thought, he could create stars, destroy galaxies, and even merge nothingness and existence into one.

"This is the ultimate form of 'nothingness,'" Feng Jing whispered. "It's not simply empty, nor is it complete nothingness. It is the source of all possibilities and the root of all things."

However, just as Feng Jing thought he had reached his pinnacle, grasped all truths, his consciousness suddenly trembled violently. A flickering, ethereal point of light began to expand from afar, gradually filling the entire void. This point of light was not derived from any material or energy, but rather from a "concept" that he could not directly touch. Its very existence represented an indescribable power, as if even Feng Jing's "creativity" could not affect it.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing's mind was slightly shaken.

"This is 'ultimate freedom,'" the voice sounded again, this time without any emotion. It spoke simply and calmly, "When you truly realize the true nature of everything, you'll understand that 'fate' is never bound; it's simply another form of self-awareness. Everything you experience will eventually return to its origin. You can't escape it, and you can't eliminate it, because fate itself doesn't exist externally; it's always within you."

Feng Jing's eyes widened, his inner fear and shock instantly filling his entire consciousness. It turned out that all his awakenings, all his creations, all his struggles, would ultimately return to the same starting point—fate. Each rebirth was an endless challenge to fate, but fate itself had no end.

He began to understand that all of this wasn't a true constraint, nor an insurmountable obstacle. It was simply a projection from the deepest recesses of his mind, part of his ongoing process of rebirth and evolution. Feng Jing finally realized that fate wasn't an enemy to be succumbed to, but rather the deepest strength within him, the very foundation of his existence.

Feng Jing then began to accept it all. He no longer resisted or struggled. His intertwined relationship with fate was no longer a hostile battle, but a symbiotic cycle. His consciousness, like an endless vortex, absorbed all possibilities and unleashed boundless creativity.

Chapter 838: Beyond Nothingness: Feng Jing's Endless Creation and Irreversible Collapse