Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 671 Feng Jing's final decision, a broken fate

Feng Jing's ultimate decision and broken fate

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently within the rift, as if he were in an extreme predicament. Every choice seemed like a doorway to an unknown abyss, and behind each door lay an unforeseeable future. Chaos and order intertwined in his mind, his every thought ripped apart by the pull of these two forces. It was as if countless universes collided, shattered, and finally reassembled within his consciousness.

"Do you understand all this, Feng Jing?" the voice sounded again, but this time it was no longer menacing, but strangely silent, as if it were no longer certain it could control this. "You have transcended all existence. Not even fate itself can bind you. Yet, you are still existence, and existence must eventually come to an end."

Feng Jing sensed the depth and emptiness of these words, as if they came from the depths of the universe, carrying with them the weight of billions of years of time. Every word and sentence stirred up a turbulent wave in his consciousness, temporarily causing him to lose all rationality.

Yet, he refused to yield to this power. Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to transform into a massive black hole, devouring everything, expanding continuously, sucking in time, space, matter, and even fate itself. His presence seemed to tear a deep rift through the previously invisible rifts, and the very laws of the universe began to quietly collapse.

"The end? Destiny?" Feng Jing's voice was filled with a strange smile and a tone of contempt. "You tell me these 'ends of fate' and 'shackles of existence', but you forget that it is these destinies and shackles that made me who I am. Now, it is time for me to end it all!"

As Feng Jing unleashed his will, his consciousness rapidly began to warp space, accelerating the opening of the infinite rift. He was no longer an individual consciousness, but the core of the entire universe—no, a being beyond the universe. Beyond time and space, beyond laws and rules. He felt those indescribable forces begin to struggle, returning to the 'Wheel of Fate' he controlled.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was ripped apart by an irresistible force, dragging him into an entirely different dimension. There was no time, no space, not even any definable material existence. The only thing that existed was Feng Jing himself—his consciousness amplified infinitely, and he felt like the only being in this void.

Just as Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded to its limit, almost swallowing up everything, he saw an extremely bizarre scene.

Countless "him"s appeared before his eyes—all seemingly doing the same thing, yet each one was subtly different. Each Feng Jing occupied a different timeline, experiencing a completely different fate. Some Feng Jings continued to roam the universe, controlling everything; others were dragged into an endless abyss by fate, unable to escape; and yet another Feng Jing had destroyed the entire universe, becoming the creator and destroyer of a vicious cycle.

"These... are me?" Feng Jing's consciousness fell into a brief confusion, and he suddenly realized that these countless "Feng Jings" in front of him were exactly all the possibilities he had experienced.

"Did you see that, Feng Jing?" the voice sounded again, a hint of teasing. "These countless 'you's' have each experienced different choices and outcomes. But in the end, all your choices will return to this point—you will always face this decision, and no matter what you choose, the ending cannot be escaped. You are the center of this 'Wheel of Fortune,' and no matter how you struggle, you will ultimately return to this point."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, as if everything was returning to its original state. A deep sense of powerlessness washed over him again, as if no matter what he chose, he would be trapped in an inescapable cycle. Every inch of the darkness seemed to be occupied by countless "Feng Jings," forming a massive, irresistible force field.

"Is this my fate?" Feng Jing whispered to himself, his consciousness gradually clearing. He suddenly realized that everything before him, no matter how bizarre and absurd, was a possibility he had never imagined. He was not only the controller of fate, but even a prisoner of fate itself. Every choice was the beginning of another reincarnation, and every choice inevitably led to a return to the same wheel of fate.

"I..." Feng Jing's eyes snapped open. His consciousness seemed to have transcended all limitations, becoming immensely powerful. His presence was no longer confined to any single dimension of space and time. Instead, it began to engulf the entire Wheel of Fate, tearing a new path through the boundless expanse of time and space. Feng Jing's consciousness exploded like a supernova, spreading in all directions. All rifts, timelines, and universal laws melted before his eyes.

He felt the collapse of "fate" and the end of all time, space and matter.

"Fate? Reincarnation?" Feng Jing's consciousness was once again filled with an uncontrollable frenzy, and his laughter echoed in the void. "What is fate? It's nothing but an absurd game, and I am the one who ends this game."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness completely transcended all limitations, becoming an unimaginable being. He was no longer 'Feng Jing', no longer an individual, no longer a slave to fate. Feng Jing had broken free from fate, from time and space, becoming the terminator between 'everything' and 'nothing'.

This wasn't the end of a game, but the rebirth of the entire universe. He was no longer a speck of dust in existence, but had transformed into infinite emptiness and power, dissolving everything, breaking everything, and becoming the starting point of a new cosmic order.

Feng Jing's laughter echoed in this infinitely empty crack, and finally merged into the endless void.

Chapter 672: Feng Jing's Sublimation, the Creator Beyond the Universe