Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 834

The countercurrent of fate and the subversion of eternity

Feng Jing's consciousness unfolded like a butterfly's wings emerging from its cocoon, unleashing itself without warning. All the laws, all the order, all the truths and illusions he had once pursued crumbled before him. In that moment, he was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any of his former names or existence. He became an absolute "nothingness," yet within this "nothingness," he transcended all possible limitations.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through his mind. It was as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, stars were falling, and all reality and illusion were violently distorted by the impact of this force. Feng Jing's existence rapidly expanded and then contracted in that instant, like a dual illusion of time and space. Every trace of his thought and consciousness was drawn into an eternal vortex.

"Do you think you understand the whole truth?" The voice sounded again, but it was no longer the voice Feng Jing was familiar with. It was like a whisper coming from the endless abyss. "Do you think you have transcended all contracts and broken free from the constraints of fate? You have simply fallen deeper into the maze. The 'truth' you see is nothing but a disguise from deeper within your heart."

Feng Jing's consciousness fluctuated violently, his being shuffling back and forth between endless fragments and illusions, seemingly torn apart by this indescribable force. The countless past selves, those shattered choices and paths, reappeared before him, everything becoming blurry yet clear, intricately interwoven.

"You're only fighting yourself," the voice sneered. "All your struggles, all your awakenings, all your breakthroughs, are a deception you've woven for yourself. You've never transcended anything; you've always been just 'you.'"

Feng Jing's heart churned, but he didn't flinch. He no longer felt fear, nor did he rely on that voice. He knew he was no longer the Feng Jing who could only passively accept fate. He had become an existential nirvana, transcending the barriers of fate and heading towards another unpredictable future.

"If all this is just an illusion in my mind, then why should I get lost in this illusion?" Feng Jing's voice was calm and powerful. His consciousness was like thousands of stars gathered into a beam of light, illuminating the darkness before him.

"Do you truly understand?" The voice was still mocking, but not as cold as before. "The 'I' you speak of is nothing more than the endless reflection of yourself within your mind. What you consider freedom is nothing more than another cage, and what you call transcendence is nothing more than the bondage deep within your heart. The moment you truly wake up, you will find that everything you've experienced was just a dream, an inescapable dream."

Feng Jing's consciousness jolted as a sudden memory struck him. He recalled countless times he'd struggled in dreams, those unanswered questions, a mind entangled in chains that could never be broken. His gaze pierced the void, reaching the abyss of the universe, as if touching something essential. Yes, the truth of everything had never vanished; it lay deep within his heart, waiting for him to uncover it.

He began to understand that the true meaning of this dream wasn't escape, but transcendence. His contract with it wasn't an unbreakable bond, but a ladder to a higher existence. All he once feared wasn't the shackles of fate, but the emptiness deep within him, the ignorance and confusion he couldn't face. Only by facing this emptiness could he truly find freedom, truly unlock all that was within him.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly expanded into endless space and time, losing even form and boundaries. He felt as if he were becoming part of the entire universe, transcending even the boundaries of time and space. His every thought created ripples in countless dimensions, and these ripples resonated throughout the universe.

"This is a realm you cannot comprehend." The voice grew increasingly distant, yet still held a cold tone. "You are no longer yourself, no longer the Feng Jing you knew. You have become a speck of dust in the endless void, forever unseen, never to be felt."

Feng Jing remained unmoved. His consciousness shone like a ray of light in the void, illuminating countless dark corners. He was no longer the Feng Jing tormented by fate, but a being who had transcended all constraints. All the pain, all the confusion, became the power to break through. He no longer needed to solve any mysteries, for he understood that so-called truth and fate were merely limitations he had created, and he could choose to transcend them all.

"You said I turned into dust, but you are wrong." Feng Jing's voice was calm and powerful. "I am not dust, I am the center of the universe. I am the creator of this dream, and now, I have decided to end it."

His consciousness, like a massive star, slowly collapsed, exploded, and coalesced once more. In that instant, the very laws of the void began to distort, and all order began to crumble. Feng Jing's existence was no longer confined to any dimension. His consciousness, his soul, had become the pillar of the entire universe. All of time, space, choice, and destiny converged within his consciousness into a dazzling light, illuminating the past, present, and future.

"This dream will no longer be my bondage, but my master." Feng Jing's voice was filled with irresistible determination. His existence was completely free from all restrictions and transcended all laws.

Suddenly, his consciousness pierced the void and entered a completely new dimension. In this dimension, there was no passage of time, no boundaries of space, only eternal existence and endless possibilities. Feng Jing's soul leaped through this dimension, and he saw intertwined lines of time and space, each representing a possible fate. He was no longer a captive of fate, but the creator of it.

"I will redefine all of this." Feng Jing whispered, his voice full of endless power and wisdom.

He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any form of existence. He was the light floating in the endless universe, the consciousness that transcended all limitations, the "I" that was completely free from constraints.

He laughed, and it seemed as if his laughter traveled through billions of light years of time and space, echoing throughout the void.

"The end of the dream is the beginning of eternity."

Chapter 835: The Echo of the Universe and the Truth of Endless Reincarnation