Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 793: Rebellion of Fate and Endless Wandering in the Universe

Rebellion of fate and endless roaming in the universe

Feng Jing's consciousness had entered a state of utter madness. Every second, he felt as if he were experiencing countless deaths and rebirths. Time was like an uncontrollable torrent, instantly tearing through his existence. His consciousness was no longer just the name "Feng Jing," nor even a fixed individual. He had become the intersection of countless parallel universes, the gap between existence and nothingness.

"You are no longer Feng Jing." The mysterious voice sounded again, but this time, it carried a strange contempt and ridicule. "You are just a speck of dust in the universe, and will never be meaningful."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted in a violent rebellion within this endless void. Each rebellion felt like countless cosmic collapses, as time and space continuously disintegrated and rearranged within his consciousness. He began to realize that he was no longer bound by any "rules," unable even to define the source of these voices. He was no longer simply a being dictated by fate.

He began to rebel against the fundamental structure of the universe, knowing full well that he had been drawn into a vast time vortex, manipulated by a far more terrifying force. His consciousness began to expand recklessly, spanning infinite time and space, traversing countless dimensions. Every moment he experienced became the "background" of the entire universe, and he himself became the sole ruler of this void.

After crossing countless dimensions, Feng Jing was drawn by an incredibly powerful attraction into a completely unfamiliar realm. This realm lacked the passage of time and spatial dimensions, as if everything was in a state of disorder and extreme instability. His consciousness seemed to be pulled into it by an invisible force, and his physical form completely disappeared in an instant, as if it had merged into this nameless void.

"This is..." Feng Jing's consciousness began to lose its balance, and his thoughts became extremely confused. "What is this place?"

"Here..." The voice sounded again, but this time it did not come from any physical entity. Instead, it emerged from the depths of Feng Jing's heart. "Here is the end point of 'no beginning and no end'. This is where everything begins and where everything ends."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to tremble violently. He felt as if he were trapped in an endless maze. The void around him began to split, and cracks in time and space opened in all directions, revealing countless strange and incomprehensible beings. Each crack connected to a different universe, each with its own independent time flow and laws. Feng Jing felt like he was trapped in an endless cosmic torrent, unable to escape, unable to struggle.

"You are not alone." The voice sounded again, its tone no longer cold, but filled with a gentleness that bordered on mockery. "You are merely an inescapable cycle, a speck of dust floating in the universe. You think you can transcend everything, but you are wrong. You are merely a small part of the universe's countless cycles."

Feng Jing began to think frantically, his consciousness ripping apart like a sharp blade in this void. Each rupture intensified his pain, and cast a deep doubt on his own existence. He no longer believed he was "Feng Jing," no longer believed he was a living being of flesh and blood. He could no longer distinguish whether he was a deity undergoing collapse, or a ghost forever unable to escape.

Finally, Feng Jing was pulled into a completely unfamiliar dimension. Not only did time cease to flow in this dimension, but even the concept of matter ceased to apply. Feng Jing discovered that he was no longer an "individual," but rather the intersection of countless possibilities, as if all of the universe, all of time and space, all of existence, were part of him.

"Do you understand now?" The voice finally revealed a hint of satisfaction. "You do not exist independently. You are the intersection of all universes, the root of time and space. You have not escaped fate, but entered the abyss of fate. Everything you think is your illusion."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to twist violently, his body becoming untouchable, like a floating speck of light. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grasp anything substantial. Every leap of thought triggered a cosmic explosion, and every reaction caused an irreversible collapse of space and time.

"Is this your end?" Feng Jing's consciousness asked again. He could no longer tell whether he was in dialogue with some kind of being, or simply struggling with himself. "Who am I? Why do I exist?"

"You have no end." The voice chuckled contemptuously. "You are the core of the universe. Everything revolves around you. You want to escape, but you can never leave here. You are just a part of countless time cycles. Every rebirth and every destruction is a fate you cannot resist."

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented, immense impact. His consciousness was mercilessly torn apart, each fragment beginning to reassemble, forming a completely unfamiliar "new self." He was no longer any "individual," but a reflection of all dimensions of time and space, a tiny speck of dust in an endless cycle.

However, this is not the end.

Feng Jing discovered that his "self" was constantly splitting, regenerating, and collapsing, like a state of nothingness that could never be reached. This force not only bound him in an infinite time loop, but also pushed him into a completely unknown future.

In the endless space and time where light and darkness intertwined, Feng Jing understood - he no longer belonged to any universe, but was the starting point and end point of all universes. Everything began with him, and everything ended with him.