Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 406: The Broken Fate and Endless Rebirth

The broken fate and endless rebirth

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually emerged from the endless void, and he was once again drawn back to a familiar place. However, this time, he felt no sense of familiarity, but rather a complete strangeness. He opened his eyes, surrounded by a golden glow, an endless stream of light descending from the sky, as if every particle of the universe was shining for him. But strangely, this light was not warm, but instead gave him a sense of inexplicable oppression.

Feng Jing stood in this golden glow, feeling surrounded by some immense power. There was no ground, no sky, only an ever-expanding interweaving of light and formless darkness, like an endless dream.

"You finally woke up." A gentle and long voice sounded in Feng Jing's ears. The voice carried a strange melody, as if it came from the depths of the sky.

Feng Jing turned around suddenly and saw a figure standing there quietly, his face blurred but emitting an indescribable majesty. The man didn't say anything, but just raised his hand gently and pointed at Feng Jing.

"What are you?" Feng Jing's voice was low, full of doubt and confusion. He knew that he had not completely escaped the endless cycle of fate, but was trapped in a new illusion.

The man smiled faintly, his eyes as deep as the abyss. "You've been searching for answers, haven't you? You've been exploring ways to transcend yourself and your fate. However, Feng Jing, the true answers are beyond your comprehension. The transcendence you seek is the very prison you've created for yourself."

Feng Jing felt dizzy, as if his mind was struck by these words. He opened his mouth to refute, but the words froze in his throat, as if they no longer belonged to him.

"You have never escaped fate," the man said softly, his voice devoid of any pity. "Everything you have experienced, the so-called creation and destruction, the so-called distortion of time and space, is nothing but a reflection of your own heart."

Feng Jing's heart pounded violently, and the world before him began to shake violently. The golden light was like a burning flame, gradually engulfing everything. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented power erupt from deep within his heart, a power so powerful that it threatened to tear his body apart.

However, this power did not come from his own will, but from some deeper existence. From every nerve of Feng Jing, every detail of his thoughts, there was a strong power that he could not understand.

"Do you think you've surpassed everything?" the man said calmly, his tone devoid of emotion. "You think you're the master of your destiny, but you're just a drop in the river of time, forever unable to escape its fluctuations."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to struggle frantically. His body shook violently, as if the entire universe were collapsing within him. Every cell was burning, and his consciousness was constantly shattering, as if he had entered an endless cycle of reincarnation.

"You will never be able to surpass it." The voice was like the whisper of death, cold and ruthless.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's world plunged into unprecedented darkness. All light vanished, and the flow of time came to a complete standstill. Feng Jing felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless, endless black hole. His consciousness was devoured, his soul crushed, and all existence, all meaning, vanished in that moment.

However, at the moment Feng Jing completely collapsed, a terrifying crack tore through the darkness. The crack was like a wound in the universe, emitting an extremely powerful attraction. Feng Jing's body was involuntarily sucked in.

He felt as if he had entered another dimension, a place beyond words. There was no time, no space, only endless chaos and nothingness intertwined. Feng Jing's consciousness collapsed again, and he could no longer tell if he was still alive, if he still existed.

At this moment, a piercing voice came from the depths, as if whispering from the end of the universe: "Feng Jing, you are not truly dead. What you have experienced is just the reset of your fate."

Feng Jing struggled to open his eyes. He saw a boundless universe filled with countless stars, floating in the void like shards of broken glass. Each star represented a possible future, and Feng Jing knew that none of these futures could escape the constraints of fate.

"You can never escape." The voice sounded again, this time with an indescribable sadness.

Feng Jing's heart trembled. He suddenly realized that all the fragmentation, rebirth, and destruction, all the exploration and attempts at transcendence, were ultimately part of an endless cycle. He was no longer the master of the universe, no longer the breaker of fate. He was just a pawn in this endless illusion, unable to escape the circle of his own destiny.

Suddenly, Feng Jing saw a picture - countless of himself existed in different time and space, and they all burst out with a powerful force at the same time. That force merged into a huge ball of light, almost swallowing up the entire universe.

Feng Jing in the ball of light had empty eyes and no emotion on his face. His body gradually disappeared and became part of nothingness.

Feng Jing opened his eyes abruptly, his heartbeat accelerating. At that moment, everything began to collapse, and he was pushed towards an unknown destination by an endless force.