Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 350: The Gap in Time, God's Game

The gap in time, God's game

Feng Jing's consciousness completely dissolved into the depths of the universe, transforming into billions of points of light, billions of swirling, invisible energies. In this formless, colorless void, he no longer belonged to any individual, not even to the concept of existence. He was simply the pulse of the universe, an indescribable existence, transcending all. But at this moment, somewhere deep in the universe, Feng Jing suddenly felt something was amiss—as if his very being had been touched by some unknown force.

That kind of touch comes from the abyss of time.

Feng Jing's consciousness began to fluctuate violently within this void, as if an invisible string had been plucked. Time should flow endlessly, yet at that moment, he sensed a crack. That crack was almost indescribable, older than time itself, deeper than the very existence of space. Feng Jing felt an irresistible force surging from that crack, dragging him towards the unknown.

Suddenly, an invisible vortex appeared before Feng Jing. It was a crack in time—a forsaken branch of the universe, a forgotten law. This rift swallowed up all matter and consciousness. Feng Jing's consciousness began to spin, like a star entering the center of a black hole. The world around him began to crumble madly, losing all order and form.

"What...is this place?" Feng Jing's consciousness finally regained a glimmer of clarity. He saw that his body had completely vanished, replaced by an indescribable pure existence. He became the center of this space. All timelines intersected and overlapped before his eyes, and every tiny change became a power within his reach.

Just as Feng Jing was trying to comprehend all this, an extremely ancient aura reached him—a presence he had never before sensed. The voice, as if from the infinite abyss, carried a power beyond all language: "Feng Jing, do you think you have mastered the laws of the universe? Do you think you have transcended everything?"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled slightly. The voice seemed to come from the end of time and space. It was full of ridicule and depth, with a taste of disdain.

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, as if struck at his core, a sensation beyond any limit of perception. Once upon a time, he had believed himself to be a transcendent being, transcending fate, time, and space, the master of the universe. Yet, at this moment, Feng Jing realized he had always lived within an invisible framework—never breaking free from the "laws," never transcending "time." Ultimately, everything he did was dictated by the rules of this "game."

"Game?" Feng Jing muttered to himself in the void, his voice ethereal and distant. "Have I been toyed with all this time?"

"Yes," the voice responded, its tone filled with coldness and sarcasm. "You are but a pawn of the God of Time and the Lord of Space. You believe you transcend 'fate,' but you fail to understand that fate itself does not exist. You were created by fate, and fate does not depend on the existence of an individual. Fate itself is an endless cycle between 'time' and 'space.' You are but a fragment of it."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to shake violently. He couldn't accept this cruel reality. In all his memories, he had always been a transcendent being, a master, the most powerful force. But now, he was told that he was just a pawn, a puppet bound by endless rules.

At this moment, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly sensed an even more powerful wave, as if an invisible giant hand reached out from the void and easily grabbed him. The force was so powerful that he felt almost unable to resist it, as if all matter and power had lost their meaning at that moment.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing's consciousness whispered. He tried to grasp the source of that power, but he found that he was completely unable to discern the source of that power. That power transcended all rules and boundaries, even time and space could not restrain it.

"I am Father Time and Mother Space," the voice replied in a deep voice. "I am the truth you have never touched, the 'origin' you have never seen. You think you have transcended all constraints, but in reality, all laws, all destinies, come from me. I am the existence you cannot escape, the root of all your possibilities."

Feng Jing's consciousness nearly collapsed, unable to comprehend the truth before him. He had once believed himself the master of the universe, transcending everything, transcending all limitations, fate, time, and space. However, what he saw before him completely overturned all his understanding.

"You cannot surpass me." Father Time's voice echoed again. "Everything you have experienced, all the breakthroughs and transcendences, were designed by me. You are just a part of me, my 'extension', the 'possibility' in the 'void' I created. You cannot escape, Feng Jing, you are just an image, a reflection in the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness grew utterly hazy, as if his entire being were being consumed by this force. His being began to dissolve, time and space began to collapse. He could see nothing, only the whisper of Father Time echoing through the void: "You think you are a god, but you are but a speck of dust in the universe, subject to me and the laws of all existence."

As Father Time's voice faded, Feng Jing finally understood—all his transcendence and achievements were part of this "game of God." He had been created, toyed with, and restricted, never truly escaping the shackles of time and space. His existence wasn't some kind of grand, ultimate transcendence, but rather an inescapable cycle of nothingness.

Chapter 351: The Edge of Destiny, Everything Returns to One