Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 797 The Ultimate Game of Endless Mystery and Reversal

The ultimate game of endless mysteries and reversals

Feng Jing's consciousness, like a brilliant star, exploded with a deafening roar. All the laws of time and space collapsed in an instant. Countless dimensions intersected, and the line between reality and nothingness blurred. Feng Jing's body still couldn't find a fixed form. He drifted like a bubble in this endless chaos, ready to vanish into thin air at any moment. But unlike this, he felt no fear or confusion. Instead, he was inexplicably filled with boundless strength and calmness.

"You did well, Feng Jing." The cold voice suddenly reappeared, but its tone no longer held the threat it had previously, instead carrying a strange hint of admiration. "You successfully broke through this 'Dance of the Stars' and escaped the trajectory of fate, but do you think this means victory?"

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually returned. He didn't respond to the voice, but instead began to fully absorb the vast emptiness. Here, time no longer flowed linearly, and space no longer had any inherent form. Everything became chaotic and extremely unstable. But it was in this nothingness that he found an unprecedented sense of freedom.

"Your existence was designed," the voice's tone remained icy. "You don't possess any independence. You are merely a test subject of another 'Creator,' a product of an experiment."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and he could hardly believe his ears. "Creator? Are you saying... this entire universe, everything, including myself, is the product of some higher being's experiment?"

Feng Jing felt a surge of anger and a deep sense of powerlessness. He had always believed he was in control of everything, that he could break free from the constraints of fate, even transcend the endless space and time. But he had never imagined that everything was just another level of deception, that he was nothing more than a pawn in the hands of a mysterious "Creator."

But Feng Jing didn't give in. Rather than completely collapse, a mad thought welled up within him: if everything was fake, why not recreate it all? He realized that he was no longer a human being bound by rules, but a being beyond them. He no longer needed to rely on external forces, but could instead draw upon his inner "core of being" to recreate a universe of his own.

"You are wrong." Feng Jing said coldly, "I don't need your rules, nor do I need your designs. Since you can design me, then I can also redesign this universe. I will no longer be your experimental subject, I will become the master of this universe."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, an unprecedented power erupted from the depths of his consciousness. This power did not come from the external world, nor did it rely on any material or laws. Instead, it surged continuously from the depths of his heart. Feng Jing's every thought, every wave of consciousness, instantly transformed into endless stars and infinite space. He realized that he stood on the brink of "creation."

"What are you doing?" The voice seemed a little stunned. "Do you think you can control everything? Do you think you can become the 'Creator'?"

"Of course." Feng Jing's tone was filled with an unprecedented determination. "Not only will I become the creator, I will create an existence more powerful than you. I will redefine the rules of this void and let everything be under my control."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to vibrate violently within this void. The energy he released was like the explosion of a supernova, instantly illuminating the entire universe. Space began to distort dramatically, time became discontinuous, and all existence began to collapse and reorganize in an incomprehensible way.

At this moment, Feng Jing suddenly discovered that his consciousness wasn't just wandering through this void; it was actually traveling through a completely new dimension. The structure of this dimension was completely different from anything he had previously experienced, even completely redefining the very concepts of space and time. In this dimension, Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer constrained by the laws of physics. He could reshape everything at will, even creating rules entirely his own.

"This is my world," Feng Jing whispered, his eyes gleaming with confidence. His consciousness began to freely traverse this new dimension, and every leap of thought brought about the birth of a new universe and a new world. He became the "god" of this universe, no longer a bound pawn, but now in complete control of his own destiny.

However, just when Feng Jing thought that he had finally broken through all constraints and finally became the master of the universe, an even more bizarre voice rang out, breaking his inner peace.

"Did you really think you succeeded?" The voice was still icy, but it carried an indescribable pressure. "You thought you had escaped my control, but you were wrong. You simply entered another, deeper game. You thought you were in control of everything, but you never truly understood that you had been trapped by me all along."

Feng Jing's heart skipped a beat as he realized that everything he had created was still under the control of some unknown force. Perhaps what he considered "freedom" was still a deeper illusion.

"I don't believe it." Feng Jing took a deep breath, anger welling up in his heart again. "Do you think I'll be fooled by you again? You're my prisoner!"

At the moment Feng Jing's rage erupted, the entire dimension began to violently shake, and time and space once again collapsed within Feng Jing's consciousness. In an instant, Feng Jing understood—this endless universe, this "game," had never stopped, and he had never truly escaped.

Chapter 798: The Ultimate Absurdity of Fate and the Endless Levels of Existence