Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 269: Crossing the Curse of the Void, Reversal of Fate

Crossing the Curse of the Void, the Reversal of Fate

Feng Jing's consciousness once again returned to the endless void, but this time, he didn't feel the familiar emptiness and fear. Instead, he felt an intense sense of existence—no longer a single individual, but a collection of countless Feng Jings, each intertwined within his body and consciousness, colliding, merging, and interchanging. Feng Jing realized that he was no longer a solitary individual, but a crystallization of countless versions of himself in the universe, forming a grand interstellar performance.

However, none of this unfolded as he had anticipated. As he felt the countless Feng Jings within him coalesce into a single, colossal being, space suddenly became unstable, and the dimensional barriers crumbled before his eyes. Countless fragments of parallel universes raced toward him at unimaginable speeds, as if a monstrous apocalyptic catastrophe were approaching.

Feng Jing tried to react, but found he could no longer control any of his fragments. All of his consciousnesses began to collide at an accelerated pace, producing an extremely uncoordinated vibration. Each Feng Jing tried to break free from the other's constraints, as if each "Feng Jing" were an atom, colliding with each other but unable to merge into a unified being.

"You've entered an inescapable trap." The deep voice sounded again, this time with a deep sneer. "You think you can break through this and transcend fate, but you are nothing more than a slave to fate. Every choice you make is part of a predetermined cycle of reincarnation."

"This is impossible!" Feng Jing's voice echoed in the void, "I have transcended these constraints! I am no longer that mortal!"

Yet, his words barely echoed, for he began to feel an irresistible force pulling him back into the abyss, back into those fragments of nothingness. All the Feng Jings were once again torn apart, each one vanishing and reappearing in a different way, as if nothing had ever happened, as if he were always bound to the edge of time and space, unable to break free.

"You think you can be free?" The deep voice was filled with sarcasm. "It's just an illusion, a cruel joke. You are the aggregation of countless Feng Jings. You have never escaped this cycle of fate. Your 'transcendence' is nothing more than an experiment in this cosmic game."

Feng Jing felt a sharp pain, a pain not in his body but in the deepest recesses of his consciousness. Every memory was being torn apart, as if streams of time were intertwining one after another. The past, present, and future of each moment began to overlap. Feng Jing was no longer a single self, but a collection of fragments in a state of eternal chaos and collapse.

Just as Feng Jing felt himself about to be drowned by these endless fragments, suddenly, a powerful force pulled him out. This force came without any warning, like a thunderbolt breaking through the air, instantly shattering the chaotic fragments and saving Feng Jing from the endless cycle.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had returned to a familiar place - it was an empty space without any concept of time. Countless stars were floating around, and there was no pattern between the stars, as if these stars did not come from the same universe, but were fragments of various parallel worlds.

Standing in this starry sky, Feng Jing felt a strange sensation he had never experienced before. Gazing at the stars around him, he gradually realized he was not alone. Within these floating stars, countless "him" existed, each Feng Jing separated by this power, becoming an independent being.

"You're finally back." A familiar voice came from behind Feng Jing, the voice deep and full of magnetism. "You thought you had transcended all this, but you can never escape your own fate."

Feng Jing turned around and saw someone who looked very similar to him standing not far away. Their face, temperament, and even their eyes were almost identical to Feng Jing's. The only difference was that their eyes shone with a profound light, as if they could see through all emptiness and fate.

"You..." Feng Jing opened his mouth and tried to speak, but found that his voice seemed to be suppressed by some force.

"I am you, Feng Jing," the man said calmly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority. "You once thought you had never seen me, and even thought you could get rid of me, but in truth, I have never left you. Every part of you is a part of me, and every rebirth is a script arranged by me."

Feng Jing's heart was shaken. He had never imagined such an ending. He had always believed that he had transcended all constraints and broken through the limits of the void. However, the person before him told him that he had never escaped the cage of fate. All his choices, all his self-image, were part of this grand drama.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake again. He felt as if he was pulled back to the original void by that irresistible force. All the fragments gathered together again. His body was no longer a fixed existence, but a collection of countless Feng Jings.

"No..." Feng Jing shouted with all his might, "I don't want to go back to that cycle!"

"You have no choice." The "him" who looked exactly like Feng Jing smiled, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "You will cycle forever, forever reborn, until you fully understand that everything you have experienced is nothing, an endlessly repeating dream."

Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed once again, and every part of his self began to be devoured, vanishing into the void. However, in this endless collapse and rebirth, Feng Jing suddenly realized something—he was no longer an individual, but the collective body of all Feng Jings, the ultimate interpreter of all nothingness. He was no longer afraid, no longer confused. For he had understood the only truth: everything is empty, everything is void.

Chapter 270: The Ultimate Judgment of Self-Disappearance, the Supreme God of the Void