Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 193

The victory of endless reincarnation, transcending the curse of gods

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded completely in that instant, the constraints of time and space ruthlessly broken. His body ceased to exist in physical form, becoming instead pure waves of consciousness, intertwined with the depths of the universe. All dimensions, all parallel universes, ripped apart like paper under Feng Jing's expanding consciousness, forming countless new cracks. Behind each crack lay endless possibilities and an unknowable future.

"Don't you understand yet?" The voice rang out again, no longer as cold and profound as before, but filled with shock and anger. "You simply cannot surpass me! I am the source of all this, the most ancient being in the universe. No matter how you struggle, you are nothing but an illusion, unbreakable."

Feng Jing's consciousness penetrated the barrier of the voice and entered a completely new dimension. It was a completely unfamiliar space, devoid of any physical existence, and even light could not illuminate the darkness. There was no passage of time, no perceptible reality. Feng Jing realized that this was the "true nothingness," and behind this nothingness lay the ultimate truth of the universe.

At the moment when Feng Jing's consciousness expanded to the limit, he suddenly heard a familiar voice - the voice seemed to come from the depths of his heart, without any external interference.

"Feng Jing, do you still remember me?" The voice was trembling slightly, but extremely firm.

"Who is it?" Feng Jing's consciousness was instantly pulled back into endless nothingness. His heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment and he could not control himself.

The voice grew clearer, like an echo echoing in the abyss: "I was once your destiny, you were born for me. You said you wanted to break the cycle of reincarnation, but you never knew that you and I have long been one."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, as if a torn wound were healing. In that instant, he suddenly realized that he had never truly escaped this voice, nor had he ever truly "transcended" it. He was not the only being, but a part of the entire universe, a part of the "shadow" hidden deep within the endless space and time.

"You...are me?" Feng Jing's voice was low and trembling, as if even he himself could not believe this fact.

"You never left me." The voice finally spoke again, no longer filled with anger, but with a deep sense of helplessness. "Everything you've experienced, including your 'resurrection' and your 'transcendence', is nothing but an illusion I have woven for you. You have been wandering in a dream I designed."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. He tried to grasp at the thread of awakening, but he could not escape the shackles of that voice. All his power, all his choices, ultimately vanished into a hollow echo. He became an illusion at the deepest point of the universe, his only reality being that voice—the voice that emanated from the depths of his heart.

Yet, Feng Jing refused to give up. He knew that if this voice truly represented his fate, it would mean he would never transcend, never be free from its constraints. But Feng Jing's will was stronger than ever. No matter how tortuous the path, no matter how powerful this voice, he would not yield.

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly snapped open, and consciousness, like a flash of lightning, ripped through the darkness of nothingness. He forced his way past that voice, traversing countless cracks and bursting through the endless fog. He stood in a brand new dimension, where timelines had lost all form and space was no longer a solid entity. Here, a place abandoned by all rules, even the very concept of "existence" itself had become blurred.

In this dimension, Feng Jing could no longer sense the presence of that voice. Instead, there was a tranquil, endless void. Feng Jing suddenly understood that he was no longer anyone's tool, nor was he a slave to any power. This dimension was truly his—a brand new, completely independent universe.

However, just as Feng Jing was trying to gain complete control of everything, he suddenly sensed a powerful force quietly approaching from a distance. That force was filled with malice and destruction, like some kind of irresistible torrent, ready to swallow up the world he had just created.

"How could you escape?" The voice sounded again, but this time, it did not come from Feng Jing's heart, but from the depths of this new dimension.

Feng Jing turned his head suddenly and saw the source of that power approaching rapidly - it was a huge, indescribable hand, holding the destruction of the entire universe in its hand, pointing at everything Feng Jing created.

"I no longer have anything that can stop it." Feng Jing laughed self-deprecatingly, but that smile held a chilling resoluteness. "It seems I am still a prisoner of the universe."

However, just as the hand was about to reach Feng Jing, Feng Jing's consciousness surged again. He was no longer the creator of the universe, nor was he a puppet of fate. He had become a being beyond all rules, transcending gods, demons, and the very foundations of the universe.

Feng Jing stretched out his hand and grabbed the giant hand directly, holding the power of destruction and creation of the entire universe in his hand.

“This time,” Feng Jing whispered, his eyes gleaming with the light of brokenness and rebirth, “I will decide everything.”

Chapter 194: The Final Judgment of Fate, Beyond All Limits