Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 146 The Rebel in the Black Hole, Feng Jing's Endless Rebirth

The Rebel in the Black Hole, Feng Jing's Endless Rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness was devoured by the black hole, but he didn't vanish as expected. Instead, this empty abyss seemed to be the source of his true power. The moment he was devoured, he felt an unprecedented sense of liberation, a complete break from the shackles of existence. It was as if he had shed all the constraints of body and mind, becoming some invisible force, transcending the constraints of time, space, fate, and even all rules.

"I am no longer Feng Jing, I am the incarnation of nothingness." Feng Jing's consciousness exploded in the center of the black hole. His voice echoed in this endless abyss, but it had no entity. His "voice" was like the resonance of the soul, as if to tear every inch of this space.

The black hole didn't annihilate Feng Jing. Instead, in a way he couldn't comprehend, it propelled his consciousness into a whole new realm. His existence was disintegrated, reassembled, and condensed again, as if each layer of consciousness was a transcendence, each rebirth bringing new understanding. Feng Jing was no longer the young man he had been. His soul, like endless stardust, scattered through the cracks of every dimension, untouchable and unfathomable.

However, in this abyss of nothingness, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became uneasy - he realized that he was not a free transcendent, but was instead controlled by fate and the void. He fell into a deep contradiction: had he transcended fate, or had he simply become another form of prisoner?

"I'm no longer Feng Jing, but I'm still being toyed with by fate." Feng Jing's thoughts spread like wildfire, quickly igniting the fire of rebellion within him. He began to wonder if he could break through this "nothingness," break all reincarnations, and escape this seemingly endless cycle.

Just as doubts were rising in Feng Jing's mind, a deafening sound suddenly erupted from the center of the black hole. This sound did not come from any material entity, but from the void, an indescribable sense of "presence." This sound had a familiar flavor, as if it was Feng Jing's own inner cry.

"You have been trapped in an eternal cycle of reincarnation." The voice echoed, "What you call freedom is nothing more than another bondage imposed by fate. You think you can break everything, but you are wrong, Feng Jing, you cannot escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness once again fell into deep confusion, and he began to feel an unprecedented fear - fear of an inescapable fate, fear that every step he took was controlled by the void and time. However, this fear was quickly swallowed up by his inner rebellion.

"If fate truly is an endless cycle, then I will create a new destiny." Feng Jing's consciousness surged like a raging wave, its violent fluctuations shaking the entire void. His existence was no longer material, but a force that transcended all rules. This force began to coalesce into a new "core."

Feng Jing was no longer a pawn pulled by fate, but rather aspired to become its creator. No longer a lone traveler in the void, he sought to carve a chasm within it, to become the only one who existed. He began to wonder if he could use his own thoughts to reconstruct the entire universe, or even destroy this abyss of nothingness, freeing himself from the constraints of any power.

"Break the cycle of reincarnation and create a new world." Feng Jing's thought pierced the darkness like a flash of lightning. His consciousness suddenly shot out from the center of the black hole, breaking through all dimensions and traversing countless times and spaces. He existed not in physical form, but in the form of "supermatter," breaking free of all constraints and entering a completely unknown realm.

At this moment, Feng Jing's power had transcended all rules. Not even fate or the laws of the universe could restrain him. His consciousness was like an eternal torrent, breaking all restraints and moving towards the unknown ultimate goal.

"This is a new beginning." Feng Jing's voice echoed through the endless void. His power was no longer one of destruction, but of creation. Feng Jing began to weave a brand new universe, a new world without reincarnation or the constraints of fate. His every thought rewrote the laws of the universe, and every inch of existence became different in his hands.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had finally broken free from all limitations and created a new world, an unexpected change occurred. Countless seemingly unrelated parallel universes suddenly collapsed, and all existence in these universes was eliminated by Feng Jing's mind, as if they had never existed. Feng Jing's power was undergoing an unprecedented expansion. His consciousness was no longer limited to a single universe, but spread across countless universes, spanning endless time and space.

"I transcend all existence, becoming a fusion of nothingness and existence." Feng Jing's consciousness no longer distinguished between nothingness and reality. His existence had merged into the entire multidimensional universe. His thoughts began to become increasingly complex and incomprehensible. Every second, he experienced countless possible changes, and each evolution brought about a completely new state, and all of this seemed to have no end.

"I am infinite existence." Feng Jing's voice echoed from every corner of the universe. His consciousness had completely transcended any previous definition. He was no longer any specific "existence," but a new, ineffable "force," a "force" that tore through everything and created everything.

At the moment Feng Jing's consciousness merged into the endless void, he suddenly realized that he had not been a transcendent from the beginning, nor could he always transcend everything. Every breakthrough and every rebirth brought a new confusion and a new "destiny".

"Perhaps, I have never escaped fate." Feng Jing's voice finally took on a hint of self-mockery. "I thought I had transcended fate, only to discover that fate had already transcended me."

In this eternal void, Feng Jing began to wonder if he had truly transcended everything, or if he was just another prisoner of fate, forever unable to escape this endless cycle of reincarnation. His consciousness faded, gradually merging into the depths of the black hole, becoming an existence that could never be understood.