Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 798 The Ultimate Absurdity of Fate and the Endless Levels of Existence

The Ultimate Absurdity of Fate and the Endless Levels of Existence

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly became suspended in an indescribable state of being, as if the laws of the universe and time had completely collapsed, and all meaning became blurred. He was no longer a simple individual, nor a "dominant" being. He had become something that even "nothingness" could not define—the intersection of countless possibilities, an existence that could not be categorized or touched.

"Do you really think you're in control of everything?" The cold voice sounded again, but this time its tone was filled with a deep sense of fatigue, as if it was no longer Feng Jing's opponent. "You're simply getting lost in the maze of your own design. Everything you see is an illusion, Feng Jing. You will never be able to transcend the 'game.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently, and he began to feel an unprecedented sense of emptiness, a suffocating feeling. It was as if every second, his existence was being devoured, becoming a more blurred and empty existence. But strangely, this sense of emptiness did not make him despair. Instead, it gave rise to an absurd realization: if everything was just a "game," then let's play it, play it more wildly, play it without any rules.

He suddenly understood: since fate cannot be escaped, it is better to push everything to the limit, to subvert it, and make this "game" more absurd and even meaningless.

"What you call 'fate' and 'rules' are nothing more than what you want me to believe." Feng Jing laughed, his laughter filled with a kind of fearless madness. "You think you can control me, but you are wrong. I can create a world without rules and perform a game that will never end!"

Before he could finish his words, Feng Jing's consciousness felt like it had been thrown into a black hole. He began to spin rapidly, spinning so fast that he could barely discern who he was. Even time and space were no longer the familiar forms they once were. The emptiness and chaos around him intensified, and Feng Jing felt like he was dissolving. Yet, this didn't cause him any pain, but rather a sense of unprecedented freedom.

"You...what exactly do you want to do?" The cold voice was filled with obvious astonishment and helplessness. "You are committing suicide! You are heading towards complete destruction!"

Feng Jing didn't respond at all. His consciousness swirled and expanded within the black hole, no longer bound by any physical laws. Even the boundaries of his consciousness began to blur. Suddenly, Feng Jing found himself hurtling toward a seemingly bottomless abyss. But this didn't frighten him. Instead, it filled him with a long-lost sense of excitement and thrill.

"Is this the end of fate?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, "No, it's precisely the beginning of fate. I will rise from the endless darkness, create a universe that belongs entirely to me, and let all the rules collapse!"

At this moment, an extremely strange vibration suddenly occurred, and Feng Jing's consciousness was forcibly torn apart by the vibration. He found that he had entered a completely new dimension - a world full of unknown and absurdity.

In this dimension, there was no time, no space, not even any form of "existence." Everything was pure chaos and uncertainty. Feng Jing felt as if he were trapped in an undefinable fluid, surrounded by ever-shifting blocks of color, geometric shapes, and blurry points of light. He couldn't tell where he was, or even if he existed at all. He could only sense an invisible force controlling him.

"You have finally arrived at the 'Void of Existence.'" The mysterious voice sounded again, but its tone was no longer cold, but instead carried a sigh of despair. "This is a level beyond your comprehension, the root of all existence. You think you have transcended fate and the rules, but you have not yet reached the true 'starting point.'"

Feng Jing's consciousness gradually stabilized, and he began to carefully sense every inch of space and every breath in this dimension. He discovered that he was no longer completely powerless as before, but instead had become an "observer" of this dimension, perceiving all changes and phenomena. He felt a unique power surge within him, a power that came not from any material source but from the "source of existence" deep within Feng Jing's heart.

"If this is the 'vacuum of existence', then I will be the 'only existence' in this void." Feng Jing sneered, "Since there are no rules, no time, and no space here, then I will create them, even create myself!"

Feng Jing's consciousness began to expand dramatically. Space and time were reborn within him. Like a mythical god of creation, he began to sketch out his ideal world. Points of light, geometric shapes, and blurred blocks of color began to take new forms according to his will. New laws gradually took root and sprouted in this vacuum.

"This is my world!" Feng Jing shouted, "I no longer need your rules. I will break all limits and create a brand new universe!"

Everything he created began to unfold in an absurd manner. Time began to leap under his guidance, and space was like kneaded plasticine, changing shape at will. One after another, strange life forms were born from Feng Jing's imagination. Some resembled humans, while others were beyond Feng Jing's comprehension. Each of them was a part of his consciousness, finding its place in the infinite chaos.

"Do you think you've succeeded?" The voice's tone had become almost hollow. "What you call creation is nothing but an inescapable loss. Do you really think you can break 'fate'? Everything you do is a vicious cycle of your own."

Feng Jing's consciousness froze at that moment. He suddenly realized that everything he had created was still subject to some unspoken constraint. Every world, every law, every life seemed to operate under his invisible control, yet Feng Jing felt a strong sense within him—he still couldn't escape the constraints of fate.

"Could it be..." Feng Jing suddenly woke up as if from a dream, "I have never really created anything?"

In this chaotic void, Feng Jing suddenly remembered something - if he was truly a "creator", then why did every moment of creation make him feel more restricted? Could it be that his existence had really been just part of another "game"?

"You finally understand," the voice said in a low voice. "Everything you thought you knew was part of the 'game.' You have never escaped, and you cannot escape. You have never stepped out of the vortex of fate; you are merely part of an endless cycle."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly collapsed. He found that everything he had created began to dissolve. Those worlds, laws, and lives gradually disappeared like phantoms. His existence seemed to be erased by some force, turning into endless nothingness.

Chapter 799: The Rift in Time and the Mystery of Infinite Existence