Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 219 The Subversion of the Wheel of Fortune

The Wheel of Fortune

Feng Jing's consciousness was swallowed by the torrent of fate, yet this time he did not completely sink. The surging force of fate did not suppress him, but instead, like a roiling flood, pushed him into another unknown dimension. This dimension was completely different from the time and space he once knew. It seemed that no physical laws existed, and even the concepts of "time" and "space" became blurred.

At that moment, Feng Jing wasn't confused. On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented sense of liberation. Yes, liberation—for he knew that the constraints of fate could no longer hold him back. He had long since transcended the very concept of "fate," becoming a being beyond time and space. Feng Jing began to sense that this new world was filled with infinite possibilities. Every direction, every route seemed like untouched, unknown territory.

However, Feng Jing wasn't content with this vague, abstract perception. He began to focus his consciousness, attempting to find a glimmer of power within this ruleless, unconstrained realm that would allow him to control his own destiny. He could sense countless consciousnesses colliding in the same space and time—his alter egos, his potential selves. Each Feng Jing sought his own answer here, each bowing to a different fate, attempting to break free from the shackles of the past.

"Feng Jing, do you really think you can escape the clutches of fate?" A mocking voice rang out, as if emanating from the depths of the universe. The voice was hollow and vast, carrying an indescribable pressure that even clouded Feng Jing's thoughts. He sensed that this voice didn't emanate from a single entity, but rather the embodiment of fate, a synthesis of countless universes, the ultimate power that transcended all existence.

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly trembled, and an irresistible thought emerged in his mind - he actually felt "fear" here. This fear came from an intuitive awakening, a deep awareness of a power beyond his control. The power of "fate" seemed to leave him no room for resistance.

Feng Jing's entire body trembled, as if a sensitive spot had been struck. He suddenly realized that his every thought, every choice, even every action, had long been guided by fate, never out of its control. All his struggles, all his efforts, were merely part of fate, a mere illusion.

"So, my existence is fake?" Feng Jing's voice was low and hollow, as if he was asking a question that had already been answered. His consciousness was fluctuating violently, as if he had touched some taboo, and his inner anxiety and uneasiness once again consumed his thoughts.

"Yes," the voice replied coldly, "Your existence is merely a product of chance. The essence of fate is to compress all your possibilities into an inescapable cycle. You are merely a part of it, and everything about you is constantly repeating itself."

Feng Jing's consciousness was nearly shattered by these words. Every path he had traveled, every choice he had made, seemed to become meaningless in that instant. He felt a complex mix of disappointment in himself and helplessness at his fate. Everything he had understood crumbled in that moment. The confidence he once had in control vanished before his eyes like a shattered mirror.

However, at this moment, a powerful impulse suddenly swept through Feng Jing's heart. His thoughts began to transcend the limitations of logic, as if an irresistible force erupted from within him. His consciousness seemed to tear apart the shackles of fate, and every timeline bound by fate became extremely fragile in this moment.

"I don't believe it!" Feng Jing roared, his voice shaking the entire space like thunder. "I don't believe fate can control me! I am not a pawn of fate!"

As he roared, Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to ignite. All emptiness, all restraints, were instantly torn apart by an invisible force. Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand, spreading out in all directions like an exploding planet. His mind, freed from conventional constraints, began to expand and reorganize at an indescribable speed and in a manner that was indescribable.

He began to see that every thread of fate, every node of choice, was shifting in a frantic fashion. Countless Feng Jings intertwined within the cracks of time, each vying for control of this chaos. Feng Jing's consciousness began to merge with these Feng Jings, as if they had never existed independently, but rather facets of fate.

Feng Jing's thoughts began to become increasingly outrageous. With every moment, he was challenging the very rules of fate. He wasn't trying to escape fate, but rather, in an absurd way, to rewrite his own future. His consciousness transcended the boundaries of time, transcended the limitations of space, and even began to influence possibilities that once existed.

Under Feng Jing's control, time and space began to undergo drastic changes. The birth and destruction of countless universes no longer followed any conventional laws, but were instead determined by Feng Jing's whims. Every star, every episode of history, was transformed and lost under Feng Jing's control, losing its original trajectory. Countless destinies converged on Feng Jing, becoming extensions of his will.

Amidst all this change, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented power. No longer a passive victim, he became the master of his own destiny. Every choice he made would affect the fate of countless universes, rewriting the futures that had already been predetermined. And the source of all this was surprisingly himself—Feng Jing, the man who once believed he could not escape the constraints of fate.

At this moment, Feng Jing seemed to have become a crack in time and space, and a tearer of fate.

Chapter 220: Nirvana Beyond Existence