Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 408 The Countercurrent of Fate and the Reconstruction of Fragments

The countercurrent of fate and the reconstruction of fragments

Before Feng Jing could fully adjust to the changing scene before him, the world suddenly began to shake violently. The ground churned like waves, cracks spreading, and the air around him instantly became thick, as if the entire world was distorting. Feng Jing instinctively steadied himself, his eyes filled with confusion and shock—he had never seen anything like it before.

"This is the limit of fate." The voice was no longer gentle, but carried a chilling, earth-shattering coldness, like a whisper from the depths of an infinite abyss. The voice echoed in the void, and every echo was accompanied by a violent tremor in Feng Jing's body.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the ground, and a dazzling purple light burst out from it. Feng Jing felt a strong suction pulling him in, as if he was being sucked into endless darkness. He struggled desperately, but the attraction was so strong that it was completely beyond his body's ability to withstand.

"You have entered the abyss of fate." The voice came again, but it was no longer as mysterious as before, but filled with a certain indifference and mockery. "This time, it is no longer a fate you can choose, but fate's final judgment on you."

Feng Jing's body trembled violently, and his consciousness began to gradually slip away from his body's control. His body seemed to lose contact with reality, transforming into an indescribable nothingness. Just as he was about to be completely trapped in the vortex, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of him, reflecting a blurry face. That face made Feng Jing's heart tremble.

This wasn't the mysterious figure, but an even stranger face. It had an incredibly strange smile, and its eyes gleamed with a light that didn't belong to this world.

"You thought you'd escaped?" The face let out a harsh laugh, the sound sharp and piercing, like broken glass. "You're just a chess piece in fate. You can never escape this chessboard."

Feng Jing's heartbeat accelerated, his mind completely shattered. The impact of this information nearly pushed him to the brink of collapse. All his memories began to collide violently, and his consciousness seemed to be torn into countless fragments. Those fragments gradually pieced together into a huge picture, filled with a variety of scenes, some familiar to Feng Jing, some completely unfamiliar.

These scenes shifted unpredictably, with no pattern. Feng Jing saw his own failed battles, his own fallen form, and the repression and abandonment of unknown entities. He even saw himself repeating the same mistakes over and over again, unable to escape.

Just as Feng Jing was about to collapse, a roar echoed, as if the order between heaven and earth had been torn in two. Light and darkness, illusion and reality, all boundaries vanished in that instant. Feng Jing's vision suddenly opened up, as if he had entered a space beyond description—a place without rules, without time, without logic, simply an infinitely expanding void.

In this boundless space, Feng Jing saw a huge turntable, inlaid with countless points of light, each representing a possible fate. He seemed to be able to feel the turntable's rotation, the collision and interweaving of those points of light, forming a vast web of fate.

"This is the source of fate." The voice became deeper. "Every life, every choice, is part of this web. And you, Feng Jing, have been drawn into it."

Feng Jing's eyes snapped open. Everything before him was no longer the world he was familiar with. Every dot of light on the turntable flickered, and the connections between them formed countless complex lines. Each line represented a trajectory of fate, and he himself was one of them. Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of confusion. He realized he had never truly understood what fate was. It wasn't just a fixed trajectory; it was an endless web, one that not even time or space could constrain.

Suddenly, he felt himself being pushed towards the center of the turntable by a strange force. Countless dots of light and lines began to spin wildly, the entire space began to collapse, and Feng Jing's consciousness fell into uncontrollable chaos.

"You have chosen this path." The blurry face reappeared, its eyes flashing with a smile that made Feng Jing shudder. "But this time, Feng Jing, you will witness the true collapse of fate."

Cracks began to appear before Feng Jing's eyes, expanding until they tore the world apart into countless fragments. Within these fragments, Feng Jing saw his former self, his former destiny, as seemingly real images crumbled and vanished into nothingness.

Everything began to spin out of control, Feng Jing's body, consciousness, and even his soul gradually vanishing in this endless debris. He could not comprehend what he had experienced, nor could he regain a shred of sanity from this chaos. In that void, Feng Jing's existence seemed to have become an eternal mystery, never to be solved.

However, at the moment Feng Jing completely disappeared, a ray of light once again pierced the darkness. This light was not warm, but extremely dazzling, like the sharpest sword in the depths of the universe. Feng Jing's consciousness was drawn to this light, which was so powerful that he could hardly bear it. His body and soul were completely shattered at this moment.

At that moment, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented sense of transcendence. His consciousness regrouped and reconstructed from the fragments, as if he had entered a new cycle of reincarnation. This time, he was no longer an ordinary being, but a part of the wheel of fate, and began to truly control everything.

"Destiny," Feng Jing whispered to himself, "Destiny is no longer a shackle, but the freedom I choose."

Chapter 409: Rebirth after the collapse of fate