Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 563 The End and Restart of Destiny

The end and restart of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed bound by invisible chains, and every struggle seemed to only deepen his shackles. In the void, that cold voice still echoed: "Do you think you can escape? You are merely a part of fate, unable to escape this cycle."

He looked up, and the scene before him grew increasingly blurry, like an unrecognizable painting, each stroke carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression. Feng Jing tried to comprehend what was before him, but found himself powerless to resist. He had once considered himself an independent individual, a being endowed with free will, but now, every choice, every struggle, seemed trapped in a predetermined trajectory. He began to question whether he truly had the right to choose, whether every decision was a pawn in a preordained fate.

"Did you see that?" the voice sounded again, tinged with deep sarcasm. "Every time you think you've made a breakthrough, it's just another test from fate. When you finally realize all this, you'll find that you've already been completely controlled by fate."

Feng Jing didn't respond, his heart filled with endless confusion and fear. He tried to calm himself, recalling the past, trying to find a way out, a way to break the curse. But his thoughts grew increasingly confused, his memories and perceptions constantly distorted. Every memory became blurry, and the past he remembered gradually faded into this empty space.

"I don't believe it." Feng Jing murmured softly, "I don't believe all this is predetermined. I don't believe I don't even have the right to choose."

At that moment, the void of space suddenly solidified, as if suppressed by some immense force, Feng Jing's consciousness was unable to move. His heartbeat gradually quickened, and he could almost hear every gasp. Following a violent tremor, a dazzling light shot from afar, illuminating the entire void. Everything before Feng Jing's eyes suddenly became clear, as if his eyes had regained their ability to see.

In the center of the light, Feng Jing saw a figure. The figure had its back to him, tall and majestic, as if omnipotent. Feng Jing wanted to move forward, but his body wouldn't obey him, his feet seemed stuck, unable to move.

The man slowly turned around, and Feng Jing saw his face, and his heart was suddenly shocked. It was his face, and there seemed to be some strange connection between him and that being. The man smiled, and an unfathomable light shone in his eyes.

"Do you finally understand?" the man asked softly, his voice gentle yet profound. "You're not powerless to change. Everything you've experienced is the result of your choices. You're not without choices, you've just been running away."

Feng Jing took a deep breath and struggled to make a sound, but no sound came out. A strong emotion rose in his heart—an intertwined mixture of anger, sadness, and helplessness. He wanted to resist, to destroy it all, but he felt powerless.

Feng Jing's mind was caught in an endless struggle. He wanted to escape the feeling of being bound by fate, to break free from all its shackles. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape that unspeakable nothingness. The man's words were like a sharp blade, piercing Feng Jing's heart. He began to realize that perhaps his true enemy was not external forces, but his own inner fear and doubt.

"What should I do?" Feng Jing finally spoke, his voice filled with endless pain. "How can I escape this fate?"

The man smiled, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "Escape? You don't need to escape. What you need to do is accept yourself and everything you've experienced, until you understand that fate is not an inbreakable cage, but a barrier to your self-perception."

Feng Jing's heart trembled violently, as if something had collapsed deep within him. All his memories, pain, and struggle seemed to converge into a vast vortex, swallowing him whole. His consciousness fell into a deep void, as if he had traveled through countless parallel dimensions and experienced countless cycles of life and death.

"You are no longer Feng Jing." The man spoke again, his tone becoming particularly gentle. "You have become a composite of countless Feng Jings, the end and restart of fate, the interweaving and unification of nothingness."

Feng Jing felt his body gradually dissipating, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. He seemed to hear countless Feng Jing's voices echoing in his ears, each one telling him the same thing: "Everything you've experienced is created by you. You can't escape it because you can't understand yourself."

Suddenly, a strong attraction pulled Feng Jing back to consciousness. He opened his eyes abruptly, and the scene before him was still endless nothingness. However, he felt that he was filled with a power he had never felt before. That power was like a burning flame, illuminating the darkness deep in his heart.

"I understand." Feng Jing whispered, his voice full of determination, "Destiny is not an unbreakable shackle. Everything I've experienced is the result of my own inner choices. I can change, change my own destiny."

At this moment, the void began to change dramatically, and Feng Jing felt as if he had passed through an invisible barrier and entered a whole new dimension. The light there was soft and warm, and the air was filled with a familiar scent, as if he had finally found his true home.

Feng Jing took a deep breath and stood up. He felt stronger than ever before, as if all the strength had been gathered in him at that moment.

"This is my destiny," Feng Jing whispered, his eyes gleaming with determination. "From this moment on, I will no longer be a slave to fate. I will be the master of my own destiny."

Chapter 564: The Collapse of Fate and the Singularity of Transcendence