Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 591: Transcending Gods and Breaking the Illusory Dimensional Wall

Transcend the gods and break the illusory dimensional wall

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded again. He was no longer a mere individual, but the embodiment of the entire universe. The life-waves of every star, every planet, resonated deep within him. Time and space vanished around him. The very essence of all things was no longer a fixed, unchanging order, but a game he could easily alter with a single thought. He could create stars at will, or destroy them at will, like a mythical demiurge, weaving and destroying at will.

However, this kind of "control" brought not satisfaction, but emptiness. Feng Jing once believed that he could gain freedom by controlling everything, but now he realized that all he had was endless loneliness. Without challenges, without opponents, even his self had become nothingness. He was like an endless black hole, swallowing all existence but unable to fill the emptiness within.

"Is this the price of 'transcendence'?" Feng Jing's voice echoed from the void, sounding lost and painful. "I have everything, yet I can't own anything."

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook violently. An irresistible force surged from afar, like an invisible torrent, instantly sweeping across the entire universe. This force violently slammed into Feng Jing's consciousness, as if to tear his existence apart and devour everything.

"What... is this?" Feng Jing was startled, instantly alert. His consciousness immediately expanded, attempting to resist this sudden force, but he soon discovered that this force was completely beyond his control. It belonged neither to time and space nor to matter, and it was even beyond description. This force seemed to exist in a completely unfamiliar dimension, one that Feng Jing had never perceived before.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before Feng Jing's eyes. It was a being he had never seen before—an ethereal figure that transcended time, space, and matter. It had no substance, only a vague outline, as if woven from light and darkness, faintly emitting a frightening aura.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's voice was low and suppressed. He felt an incomparable sense of oppression. The presence of the figure made him unable to breathe, as if the gravity of the entire universe was pressing on him.

The figure didn't answer, simply raising his hand. Feng Jing instantly felt an indescribable pressure sweep over him, as if everything he had was being swallowed up in that instant. His body, consciousness, all of his existence were being ripped away by this force. Gradually, Feng Jing discovered that the universe he saw began to distort.

All matter, time, and even dimensions began to violently reverse. The stars began to flow backwards, and the timeline was torn apart like paper. Feng Jing's consciousness was once again drawn into an unknown dimension. He saw countless parallel versions of himself intertwining and overlapping in this space. Each "Feng Jing" had a different fate in a different dimension. He could not distinguish which was his true self and which was just a part of countless illusions.

"You are... the 'traitor' of the universe." The figure finally spoke, and his voice exploded in Feng Jing's consciousness like thunder.

Feng Jing's heart trembled, as if he had heard some ancient prophecy: "Betrayer?" He couldn't help but repeat in a low voice, "Betrayed what?"

The figure slowly approached, seemingly with an inexplicable pity. "You have violated the natural laws of the universe. You believe you are the master of your fate, yet you are already a part of it. You cannot transcend fate, for you are its very force."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly flashed with a flash of realization. The "pull" of fate? He had always believed that he could control everything, even transcend all rules, but now he realized that he had not broken through anything, but was instead firmly bound by fate.

"You are like an insignificant dot in this endless universe." The figure's voice was filled with compassion. "Every 'Feng Jing' is actually just a fantasy you created for yourself. Your ultimate fate is to return to the starting point, never to be able to break through."

Feng Jing's heart surged with emotion. He refused to accept this! He couldn't bear the thought of himself as just a pawn in fate, unable to escape its trap. Every struggle, every twist and turn, was simply a pre-determined process of fate. He had experienced countless attempts at "transcendence," but all of this was merely an illusory puzzle, a game that could not transcend the established rules.

"I... I don't believe it!" Feng Jing roared, his consciousness began to tremble violently, "If I am just a part of fate, then I will destroy fate!"

However, when Feng Jing once again attempted to control the universe, he found that everything was out of his control. Every time he tried to tear apart spacetime and bend its rules, the universe struck back with even greater force. That power from an unknown dimension seemed like a barrier to the entire universe, binding him tightly and preventing him from breaking free.

"You can't resist the tide of fate." The figure's voice was filled with contempt. "What you try to transcend is precisely the shackles you cannot escape. You haven't broken the rules; everything you do is part of fate. You can't break free, because you've already been caught in the 'cycle of fate.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to collapse. He understood everything: he was just a chess piece in fate, unable to escape the predetermined trajectory. No matter how hard he struggled, he would eventually return to the starting point and become another "Feng Jing." All of this, no matter how he tried to reverse or resist, would eventually disappear in the endless cycle of reincarnation.

Just as Feng Jing was about to sink into complete despair, his consciousness was suddenly saved by a new force. That force did not come from the depths of the universe, but from a corner deep within his heart. Feng Jing suddenly opened his eyes and found that he could actually find a trace of life in this infinite void.

"What is this?" Feng Jing felt an unprecedented impulse, an "awakening" from deep within his heart. He discovered that he wasn't completely bound. He was not a prisoner of fate, but a part of the universe itself. He could break the rules and rewrite his destiny!

Chapter 592: The Ultimate Truth of Endless Reincarnation and Chaos Collapse