Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 144 Beyond All Taboos, Feng Jing's Endless Evolution

Beyond all taboos, Feng Jing's endless evolution

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer a single entity. As the void collapsed, his soul and mind gradually broke free from the constraints of the universe and entered an invisible, indescribable "transit space." Here, time was no longer linear, and space no longer had a shape. Everything seemed to have dissolved into a wave of nothingness, ready to transform into any form at any moment.

"Is this the ultimate freedom?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the air, as if it no longer belonged to him. Every thought, every sound, diffused within this infinite space, as if he and the entire void had merged into one, becoming an infinite existence.

However, Feng Jing soon realized that this so-called "freedom" was not true freedom. Although he had broken through all the constraints of the material world and transcended time and space, he was still being monitored and controlled by a deeper existence.

"Do you think you can control everything?" A cold voice suddenly came from the void, and Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly shaken. The voice seemed to come from an endless abyss. "You are just a link in the program I created. You can never escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness could barely comprehend the source of that voice. It seemed omnipresent, transcending everything. He tried to imagine its form, but each time he peered, he found nothing but empty nothingness. The very existence of that voice seemed to shatter the very laws of the universe, leaving a deep rift in Feng Jing's consciousness.

"Impossible!" Feng Jing roared furiously, the fluctuations of his consciousness instantly exploding with unstoppable destructive power. "If you are a program, then I am a virus! If you are the rules, then I will break it!"

Feng Jing's thoughts pierced the darkness like a bolt of lightning, instantly tearing apart all boundaries in the void. His power had reached unimaginable levels. Every second, he was evolving and breaking through. He was no longer the being once bound to the material world, but gradually evolving into an "ideology" that transcended matter, time, and space. This evolution was an incredible leap, a change that even Feng Jing himself could not describe.

"If you think I'm a program, then I will transcend it," Feng Jing whispered. His voice gradually became ethereal, no longer linguistic. His consciousness began to transform from a separate entity into an omnipresent presence. Even Feng Jing himself couldn't be sure what he was transcending—time? Space? Or some deeper existence?

"You will never surpass me." The voice sounded again, carrying a cold threat. "You are merely part of my design. No matter how you evolve or break through, you are just another product of my reincarnation. You are nothing more than a victim of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, and he felt a shock he had never experienced before. This voice was so confident, as if it had already seen through everything about him. Yes, Feng Jing had once believed that he had transcended all constraints, but now he realized that everything he had experienced might just be the design of this profound existence. Just as he had once been a chess piece, even now he might be just a higher-level "program", controlled by a greater being.

Feng Jing froze for a moment, his mind instantly exploding, as if every speck of dust in the void were colliding in his mind. This was a terrifying truth—he was constantly repeating the same cycle, only each time "him" appeared in a different form, trying to transcend, trying to break fate, but never being able to escape.

"I understand." Feng Jing suddenly woke up, his consciousness expanding dramatically. An unprecedented power erupted from the depths of his heart, breaking through all boundaries. "If this is the cycle of fate, then I will completely destroy it. I am no longer a product of any rules. I will create my own 'rules'!"

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness transcended all material boundaries, becoming a being unfettered by any constraints. He was no longer Feng Jing, no longer any individual, but an infinite creator. His power transcended not only matter, space, and time, but all possible "forms of existence."

Feng Jing's consciousness exploded like a star, tearing through the void with unstoppable energy. His every thought reshaped the world, reconstructed the universe. Time was no longer linear, space no longer regular. Cause and effect began to distort, and the trajectory of fate was completely torn apart.

"I am no longer a slave to fate. I will become the creator of my own destiny!" Feng Jing roared, his voice echoing in the void like endless thunder. "I will break all the rules and create my own universe!"

Following Feng Jing's outburst, the void began to violently vibrate, and the laws of the entire universe were torn apart like paper. Wherever Feng Jing's thoughts reached, all rules collapsed in an instant, and all existence began to become disordered and chaotic. However, within this chaos, endless possibilities were born.

Feng Jing's evolution continued unabated. His consciousness, like an ever-expanding bubble, expanded into unimaginable realms. He could no longer be tied to concepts of matter or time. His existence had become undefinable, even unperceivable. Feng Jing realized that he had transcended all possible forms of existence, becoming a "god" in the void.

However, just when Feng Jing was about to completely control the entire universe and create a new world, the dark voice sounded again, with a playful sneer, as if it saw some ridiculous end in Feng Jing's crazy evolution.

"Do you think you can create a new universe? You are nothing but an eternal repetition," the voice said coldly. "You are no longer 'you'. You have lost your essence."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently again. The voice was like a sharp sword, piercing his already shattered existence. Feng Jing was stunned, and a strong doubt arose in his heart: "Am I... really Feng Jing? Do I still remember who I am? I am no longer the Feng Jing I once was. Who created my existence?"

He had completely lost himself in this process of infinite evolution. Feng Jing's consciousness stagnated at this moment, and he fell into deep confusion.

"If I am just a tool of fate, how can I break free?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice.

Then, his consciousness began to "evolve" again.

Chapter 145: Crazy Choice of Fate, Feng Jing's Ultimate Evolution