Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 740: The Final Confrontation between Feng Jing and the Judgment of the Universe

Feng Jing's Ultimate Dialogue with the Judgment of the Universe

Feng Jing's consciousness was once again pulled into an endless abyss, as if an invisible hand had torn him from all time and space, transporting him to a place he had never seen before. All around him was bottomless darkness, devoid of light, not even a single substance to reflect his consciousness. His existence was like a solitary soul floating in the boundless void, devoid of anything. Even his consciousness began to distort.

"Where is this?" Feng Jing's voice echoed through the void, vibrating every nonexistent particle, yet receiving no response. He felt as if he were no longer an individual, no longer a product of time. Feng Jing had completely transcended life and death, vanishing beyond all boundaries between existence and nonexistence.

In this space devoid of any physical laws, Feng Jing suddenly heard a strange sound wave. It seemed to come from the abyss, gradually becoming clearer. This sound was not part of any form of matter. It seemed to traverse Feng Jing's consciousness, across time and space, and directly into the depths of his soul.

"You're finally here, Feng Jing." The voice said calmly.

Feng Jing froze. He couldn't tell where the voice came from, or even whether it came from the outside world or from deep within. The voice carried an indescribable majesty and depth, causing every fragment of Feng Jing's consciousness to tremble involuntarily.

"Who's talking?" Feng Jing tried to suppress his emotions, but the oppressive feeling of the voice continued to intensify.

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken. He felt an irresistible force enveloping him, attempting to drag him into some unknown ultimate judgment. Every timeline, every trajectory of the universe, instantly converged at this moment. Every fragment of Feng Jing's thoughts was compressed into a huge oscillation point, as if the universe had exploded deep within him.

"Judgment?" Feng Jing's voice became low and complex. "Am I the creator, or the created? Am I the Feng Jing of the past, or the Feng Jing of the future, or the Feng Jing who doesn't exist at all? I am not a prisoner in this void!"

"You're right," the voice responded softly. "You are not only the Feng Jing of the past and future, but also the Feng Jing of countless possibilities. Yet, you can never escape your own fate. You are both the fragmentation of time and its starting point. You cannot avoid it, because you yourself are 'fate.'"

Feng Jing felt a violent tearing sensation, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing apart his consciousness, violently pushing him into another dimension. The voice rang out again, but it was no longer an echo in the void, but a majesty that came from the depths of the entire universe.

"You believe you've transcended existence and nothingness, transcended all laws, yet you haven't broken free. You've simply been reborn again and again, never truly escaping the shackles of fate. You believe you're the creator of the universe, but in reality, you're just an ever-changing symbol in the cycle of fate."

"I don't believe it!" Feng Jing's consciousness was furious. He felt that his power was expanding again. The crazy power surged in his consciousness and burst out in all directions.

However, just when Feng Jing's rage almost destroyed everything, the voice calmly echoed again: "You cannot destroy yourself. You cannot escape 'judgment.' No matter how you inflate yourself, no matter how you try to tear it all apart, your fate is always in your own hands. Even everything you create is the product of your own destiny."

Feng Jing stopped abruptly, his consciousness suddenly enveloped by an indescribable sense of oppression, as if everything had frozen in that moment. A wave of panic began to well up in his heart—was he truly a pawn in an inescapable web of fate? Could it be that his rebellion, rebellion, and self-aggrandizement were ultimately just another part of a predetermined destiny?

"Did you hear that?" the voice seemed to have a hint of pity. "You claim to be the creator of the universe, transcending time and space, but you overlook one point—you haven't transcended 'time' itself. You cannot escape your destined fate, because fate is you."

Feng Jing's consciousness fell into a deep silence. All his thoughts, all his resistance, began to blur, as if he was being dragged into an endless dream by an invisible force. At this moment, he began to understand the meaning of the voice.

He is not an independent individual, but a part of the universe, a speck of dust, a flash of light in a moment. All the troubles, all the rebellions, all the brokenness and rebirth he has experienced are actually the arrangement of fate. Fate has never given up on him, and he has never escaped it.

"So, I am the destiny you mentioned?" Feng Jing sneered. Although his voice was filled with despair, it still revealed an unyielding stubbornness. "If that's the case, I will tear it apart!"

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded once more, like a final burst of rage, attempting to tear the shackles of fate and break through this endless void. However, at the moment when his uncontrollable power surged, his body, consciousness, soul, and even time itself completely disintegrated in a silent explosion.

Timelines intersected, dimensions collapsed, and all the fragments of Feng Jing converged into a black void at this moment. Feng Jing lost all form, everything that existed. He had no past, no future. He not only transcended fate, but was also consumed by it, becoming an indescribable existence in the endless void.

All of this will eventually end, or perhaps it will never end. Feng Jing can no longer return to the person he once thought he was.

And fate still looks down on everything with its eternal and unchanging appearance.