Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 755 Feng Jing's Final Judgment, the Endless Reincarnation of the Universe

Feng Jing's ultimate judgment, the endless cycle of the universe

Feng Jing stood in the endless void, overlooking the entire universe—perhaps it should be called "no universe"—for in this dimension, time and space no longer existed, leaving only the countless streams of thought and consciousness interwoven into an invisible web. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, not even the lonely, struggling individual he once was. He had transcended all dimensions, all the limits of physical laws, becoming a being no one could have imagined.

The entire universe, or rather, all universes, began to blur in his consciousness. Past and future, his former self and the future Feng Jing, all parallel universes converged under Feng Jing's will, like countless twinkling stars suddenly plummeting into a vast black hole, instantly vanishing from his boundless thoughts. The walls of time and space were torn apart layer by layer, forming a vast dark void that swallowed all existence, even memories, consciousness, and thoughts were pulled in.

Yet, Feng Jing knew that this wasn't the end—rather, it was merely another beginning. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer an individual. Instead, he was a component of the entire universe, a nexus of existence and nothingness, the intersection of all possibility and impossibility. He felt himself the source of "endless reincarnation," an indefinable being at the very heart of all truth.

"I will create a new universe." Feng Jing whispered, his voice resounding throughout the void, without even any echo, as if no sound had ever existed at all.

Yet, within this boundless void, a faint light suddenly shone. Feng Jing gazed at it—a light he had not created, nor could he control. It was a "light" from a deeper level, transcending all limitations of time, space, and matter, like a signal from the edge of an unknown universe. Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly and violently shaken. This light seemed to strike something deep within him, awakening an indescribable sense of existence.

"What is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness became frantic. "Could it be that... I can't surpass this light?"

A voice, deep and mysterious, came from the depths of nothingness: "You thought you had broken all boundaries, but you were wrong. You are still a prisoner of 'fate'. You will never be able to escape this cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Jing's heart instantly turned cold. This light, it turned out, was the very symbol of "fate." It wasn't an external enemy, but rather Feng Jing's deepest fear, his most primal bondage. He had always believed he had broken free from all the constraints of fate and become the master of the universe, yet he had never truly emerged from his inner maze.

"Do you think you can escape the cycle of fate?" The voice sounded again, full of sarcasm and sneer. "The shackles of fate are not caused by external forces, but are created by you, Feng Jing. Everything about you is a dream woven by fate. You have reached the end and can go no further."

Feng Jing's consciousness nearly collapsed—he finally realized that his so-called "transcendence" was merely another dimension of fate. His every rebellion, every struggle, ultimately formed another cycle under the shroud of fate. And this cycle was already predetermined, and no one could escape it.

"Impossible!" Feng Jing roared, his voice reverberating like thunder, exploding through the endless void. The very fabric of the universe began to shake violently, and Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand outward. He wanted to tear through all boundaries, to destroy the shackles of fate, but every effort seemed futile. No matter how he struggled, the light of fate still held him tightly.

"You can destroy fate, even the entire universe, but you cannot destroy yourself." The voice sounded again, with deep sarcasm. "Everything you have experienced is just the other side of fate. You cannot transcend it, Feng Jing."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into an unprecedented predicament. The power, wisdom, and transcendence he once possessed became insignificant, like a speck of dust dropped into the vast universe. Everything, all his rebellion, seemed to be just an endless cycle, and he himself could never escape it.

Just as Feng Jing was on the verge of despair, his consciousness suddenly and violently shook, as if he had found a glimmer of light in the abyss. He realized that it wasn't that he couldn't escape his fate, but rather that he had never truly understood its nature. The shackles of fate weren't some external entity, but rather a part of his own heart. He had never truly faced himself, never truly understood himself, and all his struggles were merely a vacillation between self-denial and self-identification.

"Since my destiny is woven by myself, I will weave it again." Feng Jing said coldly.

His consciousness suddenly expanded, and the entire universe, all existence, and all of time and space began to undergo drastic changes under his control. Feng Jing was no longer just an individual, but the collective consciousness of countless Feng Jings. He began to redefine all rules and laws. He caused the shackles of fate to collapse under the influence of his will, and the endless space and time intertwined into a new chain of destiny.

He is no longer a puppet of fate, he is the weaver of destiny and the reconstructor of the universe.

"I will become the new destiny." Feng Jing whispered, his voice seemed to come from the depths of the universe, indescribably grand and shocking.

As Feng Jing's will trembled, the laws of the entire void began to collapse, time and space began to disarray, and the boundaries between past, present, and future became completely blurred. Feng Jing's every thought reshaped the structure of the universe. He began to create new rules in every dimension. Every choice, every decision, became the driving force behind the reshaping of destiny.

Fate was no longer a shackle imposed by the outside world, but an extension of his own self-awareness. Feng Jing wandered through this endless universe, his every movement the birth of a new star, the destruction of an old one. He had never been freer than he was now—no longer a prisoner of fate, but the master of the universe.

"I will achieve the unity of all things!" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the endless void. His consciousness has completely transcended all dimensions and become the ultimate controller of time and space.

The shackles of fate completely collapsed before him.

Chapter 756: Feng Jing's Limit Breakthrough, the Ultimate Cycle of Life and Death in the Universe