Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 806

Eternal Judgment and the Glory of Awakening

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled under this invisible force, as if he were experiencing a profound awakening unlike any he had ever experienced before. His existence seemed to be completely redefined in an instant, the surrounding void and the flow of time becoming unpredictable. His once clear consciousness began to blur, and every memory slipped through his fingertips like sand, unable to be controlled.

"Do you feel it?" the voice sounded again, with a hint of sneer. "What you think of as 'yourself' is nothing more than an illusion in this universe, an insignificant particle. You are always trying to escape, but no matter how you struggle, you cannot escape the cycle of fate."

Feng Jing's heartbeat quickened as he realized he could no longer rely solely on past understanding to comprehend the present. Every nerve seemed to be on fire, every spark of thought colliding with this void. His body was no longer a tangible entity, but a constantly expanding and contracting nothingness, merging with the surrounding darkness.

"You have come to be judged." The voice's tone suddenly grew deeper. "Everything you have done, every path you have taken, has been scrutinized countless times. You thought you had transcended the constraints of fate, but you were wrong. The cycle of fate has long been set for you, and you are but a pawn from which you can never escape."

Feng Jing tried to recall his life, recalling the pain, struggle, and growth he had experienced. However, no matter how hard he tried, those memories became distant and out of reach, like foam settled in the deep sea, ready to be washed away at any moment. He felt as if he had lost all his roots, and the world around him began to become increasingly unfamiliar.

He had once been an ordinary soldier, and had his moments of glory. However, all that splendor and honor seemed so insignificant at this moment. All the battles he had experienced, all the victories and defeats, seemed like a dream, untouchable by reality.

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the weight of the entire universe was bearing down on him. Every being, every Feng Jing in every parallel universe, silently conveyed a message of despair to him. He tried to break free, but all his efforts seemed futile. The iron chains of fate bound him tightly, and he could not break free.

However, just when Feng Jing was about to give up completely, a strange power suddenly burst out from his body. That power was like a dazzling light, penetrating the surrounding darkness and nothingness, illuminating the entire space.

"Do you think you can escape this trial?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Feng Jing didn't answer, simply staring intently at the light. He began to realize that this power didn't come from outside, but from within himself. It was a kind of awakening deep within him, a calling from his soul. The light gradually condensed into an indescribable energy, dispelling the surrounding darkness and breaking the invisible bondage.

Feng Jing's thoughts became remarkably clear. He felt that he wasn't simply a prisoner of fate, as the voice had claimed. On the contrary, deep within him seemed to possess an infinite power capable of breaking free from all constraints. He began to re-examine the meaning of his existence, questioning the so-called "judgment" and "fate."

"I am not a slave to fate." Feng Jing's voice echoed in the air. "I have the right to choose my own path."

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented surge of power erupting from deep within him. His consciousness gradually cleared, as if countless fragments had instantly come together to form a complete self. He was no longer a being lost in the universe, but an individual with infinite possibilities, a being who could control his own destiny.

"I am no longer the 'Feng Jing' you defined me as." Feng Jing's voice was low and firm. "I will break this void and restart everything."

As Feng Jing finished his words, the light gradually intensified, enveloping the entire universe. Feng Jing's consciousness drew strength from this light, gradually breaking free from its original constraints. Time and space began to distort once again, and Feng Jing's figure gradually disappeared into the void.

"This is the end of fate." Feng Jing thought to himself, "It is also the beginning of a new life."

He felt his consciousness passing through layer after layer of fog, gradually moving towards the unknown shore. Everything around him began to blur, and finally he broke through this layer of nothingness and entered a whole new dimension.

There, everything became brand new. There was no sense of oppression, no constraints. Feng Jing realized that he had not transcended the boundaries of existence, but had redefined his own existence. He was no longer the powerless individual of the past, but a brand new beginning.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, as if a sense of freedom he had never felt before filled his heart. He was no longer a prisoner of fate, but the master of his own destiny.

"This is my choice." Feng Jing murmured, "I choose to break the cycle of reincarnation and restart everything."

As his voice dissipated into this new void, Feng Jing's existence entered an endless cycle - but this time, he was the only master.

Chapter 807: The Coming of Gods and the Subversion of Reincarnation