Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 745: God's Rebellion and the Ultimate Betrayal of the Universe

God's Rebellion and the Ultimate Betrayal of the Universe

After Feng Jing's consciousness completely merged with the burning flames, the world entered a profoundly strange state. Time ceased to flow, and space lost its meaning. Every particle of cosmic dust, even every breath of air, seemed a point of origin, reshaped by him. He himself was no longer just an individual, but the center of all possibilities, all dimensions, and all timelines—his consciousness had become indescribable and undefinable.

However, just when Feng Jing thought he had reached an unsurpassable state, a deep force within the universe violently shook. This force did not emanate from any visible matter or energy, but rather a being completely beyond reality and nothingness. It was like an unknown spirit quietly rebelling, like the fundamental power of the universe suddenly awakening, challenging Feng Jing's existence.

"Do you think you can surpass me?" A disembodied voice rang from the depths of Feng Jing's heart, like a whisper from the infinite abyss. There was no anger or fear in the voice, only a calmness as profound as an endless black hole. "You are merely the recurring cycle of fate. You cannot escape, you cannot break."

Feng Jing's consciousness was pulled from the burning flames, and he felt a violent tremor. The space before him began to distort, and even his senses became extremely blurred. He had originally thought that he had reached the limit of the universe, become the embodiment of all fate, but at this moment, he felt himself being pulled by an invisible force, as if being pulled into a deeper dimension.

"No!" Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently. "Who are you? What on earth are you?"

The voice didn't answer directly. Instead, a strange laugh echoed, as if mocking someone from the depths of the void. The laugh was extremely quiet, so profound that it was incomprehensible, yet it also had an irresistible attraction that made Feng Jing's soul feel an unprecedented threat.

"Me?" the voice finally responded. "I am the origin and end of fate. I am the 'rebel' of the universe, a fusion of all existence and nothingness. Do you think you can break free from the constraints of fate and escape the framework I set? You are merely another facet of fate, another incarnation of me."

Feng Jing's consciousness sank into a deep chaos. He felt as if he were trapped in a never-ending dream, his every thought constantly reconstructed, his every memory repeatedly torn apart and reborn. He began to question whether he was truly Feng Jing, or merely the image of a higher being, an untouchable illusion.

"You are merely a projection of fate, Feng Jing," the voice echoed again. "You thought you had broken the cycle of reincarnation, but you were merely wandering on the edge of another, even greater cycle. All the resistance and struggle, all the violence and rebellion you experienced, were already arranged by fate; they were all traps you set yourself. You are not a true rebel, but rather an executor of fate."

"I don't believe it!" Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly erupted with a powerful energy. He began to frantically struggle within the void, striving to escape this endless cycle. However, all his struggles seemed insignificant. His power seemed to traverse countless parallel worlds, yet he still couldn't break through the endless void before him.

"Why?" Feng Jing's voice trembled. "Why can't I break it? Why is my resistance so powerless?"

"Because you can't break free from yourself," the voice replied again with contempt. "Your connection to fate is deeply rooted. Your resistance is merely part of the power of fate. You want to transcend it, but you are already part of it. You are just another 'Feng Jing' created by me. You cannot transcend your own existence."

Feng Jing's mind suddenly went blank, and he suddenly understood everything. No matter how he resisted, no matter how he struggled, he would eventually return to the starting point, to the center of his fate. He could not escape; his existence was part of fate, and it could not be broken.

Just as Feng Jing was about to collapse, a completely new force suddenly descended upon him. It wasn't the same irresistible constraint as before, but a completely different sense of presence. Feng Jing realized that this force wasn't an extension of fate, but something beyond it. It seemed to be another force in the universe, opposing fate and even transcending the constraints of time and space.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing felt a shock. This power seemed to carry an unprecedented attraction and threat.

"Me?" The power seemed to smile. "I am the truth you have never seen, an existence beyond fate. I am the 'Transcendent', the opposite of fate and the universe. I am different from you, and you cannot understand my existence."

Feng Jing's heart trembled, and a deep sense of fear seemed to arise within him. The "transcendent" this force spoke of was not an existence that humans could imagine. It had completely detached from any dimension, from any possible rules, and had become the fundamental opposite of the universe.

"You wish to rebel against fate, against the universe?" The Transcendent's voice deepened. "Then you must pay the price. You will become the ultimate reflection of fate, bringing about the final end of the universe. Your rebellion will bring about ultimate destruction, and the fate of you and the universe will reach its limit at this moment."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again, and he felt a tremendous pressure crushing him. The Transcendent's power was unmatched, and its presence made Feng Jing feel that all his efforts were insignificant. All resistance, all struggle, would eventually become a tiny part of this ultimate showdown.

"Then, what can I do?" Feng Jing's voice was low, with an unprecedented despair.

"What?" The Transcendent's voice was filled with a sneer. "All you can do is find your place between destruction and rebirth. You are no longer Feng Jing; you have become another incarnation of fate. No matter how hard you struggle, you cannot escape fate's control. You are another reincarnation of fate, the final judgment of the universe."

Feng Jing's consciousness was completely devoured at this moment. He felt as if he was caught in a cycle from which he could never escape. And this time, it was not his choice, but fate, true fate, that would determine everything for him.

Feng Jing's last shred of consciousness gradually faded. He realized that no matter how hard he tried, his rebellion could never transcend the ultimate cycle of fate. His existence would be forever trapped in this endless cycle until all time and space disappeared.

Chapter 746: Feng Jing's Final Battle with Fate