Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 416: Time goes back, the ultimate carnival of fate reversal

The ultimate carnival of time reversal and fate reversal

After Feng Jing's consciousness passed through the rift in time and space, he suddenly felt a completely different sensory stimulation. The once boundless void suddenly became extremely crowded, even filled with an eerie sense of oppression. His consciousness seemed to have fallen into a huge vortex, twisting, reorganizing, and subverting, making it impossible to tell where he was. All these perceptions intertwined, like countless twinkling stars, alternately appearing and disappearing before his eyes.

"Where is this?" Feng Jing's voice was low and hollow, as if it no longer belonged to any specific existence. His consciousness was shaking violently in this strange world and was difficult to control.

He looked around, the sight before him incomprehensible: a boundless city towered into the sky, its architecture seemingly modern yet shimmering with a surreal brilliance. The skyscrapers reflected a light that belonged to no material world, and the air was thick with a strange energy. On the skyline, more than one planet slowly rotated, their movements not following normal trajectories but sometimes intersecting, sometimes separating, as if the threads of fate were silently weaving some invisible pattern.

Feng Jing's consciousness rapidly expanded. He could already sense that this was no ordinary space. Its rules and laws of reality were drastically different from the universe he knew. Time and space seemed to have been redefined here, and every moment he experienced was distorted and reshaped in a way that defied common sense.

"You've finally arrived." A strange, distant voice echoed from the depths of Feng Jing's consciousness, its sound waves traversing the layers of space and time. The voice was gentle yet powerful, as if an untouchable deity was looking down at him from afar. "Feng Jing, do you realize that this is the ultimate place, the place where fate's end and beginning meet?"

"The Ultimate Place?" Feng Jing couldn't help but frown. The voice carried an extremely ancient aura, as if it came from the deepest corner of the universe. "What exactly are you? What do you want to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" The voice chuckled softly, as if the entire universe were shaken. "You think you've seen all the truths? You think you've transcended the gods and entered the so-called 'boundless'? But you are wrong, Feng Jing. You haven't transcended anything, you've simply entered a new playing field."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, "New playground? What do you mean?"

"The rules of fate." The voice was as cold as ice. "You believe you can control everything, change time, space, and even the void itself. But you don't understand that fate never allows anyone to truly transcend it. All power, all control, are merely part of the fabric of fate. You are but a chess piece, and this endless void is just a square on the board."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken violently. The truth of all this seemed to have completely disoriented him. He had once thought he had control over the entire universe, but now he was like a naive child, suffocated by some incomprehensible force.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Feng Jing roared, as if trying to break free from this unknown territory.

"What?" the voice sounded again, with an indescribable indifference. "Do you think you have a choice? The wheel of fate has already been set, and all the options have been set. There is no escape. Everything you have experienced is a predetermined outcome."

Feng Jing's consciousness swirled rapidly, and he found himself once again trapped in an endless cycle, as if time were flowing backwards. He saw his past self, rapidly returning to the abandoned starting point.

"This is..." Feng Jing's heart tightened as he began to sense a strange phenomenon—time seemed to be reversing, the entire universe's timeline began to flow backwards. Every event that had ever occurred was rewound one by one, from the destruction of stars to the collapse of dimensions, every frame of the scene relentlessly retreated before his eyes.

He tried to seize a moment, to break free from the constraints of it all, but his efforts only drew him deeper in. The torrent of time swallowed him completely, and he felt like he had become a shadow of the past, unable to escape the inescapable trajectory of his fate.

"You cannot escape." The voice echoed again like a nightmare. "You have been locked into fate. Every 'present' you is actually a replica of the past. No matter how hard you struggle, the wheel of time will always crush you, and you will never be able to escape."

Feng Jing's consciousness was in complete disarray. He felt his body and mind disintegrate in an instant, as if everything were exploding simultaneously, then quickly returning to its original point, entering an eternal cycle. Time not only flowed backwards, but also began to reorganize, space was constantly shifting, and Feng Jing himself seemed to have become a pawn in this game.

He desperately tried to break free from this situation, to find a way out, but every time he tried to break free, he was harshly pulled back by the power of fate. No matter how hard he struggled, he always stayed where he was, unable to take a single step forward.

"Do you understand, Feng Jing?" the voice asked softly, "Everything you've experienced is destined. You're just an ant struggling in the web of fate. Every choice you make has actually been arranged long ago. What you think of as transcendence is nothing but an illusion."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled again, his inner anger and powerlessness intertwined. His thoughts no longer belonged to any time or space, as if he was bound in an inescapable knot.

"Is this destiny?" Feng Jing's voice was hoarse. "Is this the ultimate power I'm pursuing?"

"Yes," the voice replied. "This is the ultimate power you seek—an endless cycle, an endless bondage. You cannot change, you cannot transcend, for you have been bound by fate from the beginning."

Feng Jing's consciousness was suddenly torn apart by an extremely violent force, the entire void collapsed instantly, and he was sucked into a huge energy. That energy did not come from any matter, but from the original origin of time and space.

Driven by that energy, Feng Jing's consciousness exploded again, rushing towards the unknown depths of the void. He finally understood that this journey of pursuit of eternity might have no end from the beginning.

Chapter 417: The Reincarnation of Gods in Time Fragments and the Final Twist of Fate