Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 405: The Reversal of Time and the Disillusionment of Fate

The reversal of time and the disillusionment of fate

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to sink into a boundless void, his existence becoming hollow and blurred. He could no longer distinguish himself as an individual or a speck of dust in the universe. The unprecedented emptiness devoured him like a black hole, swallowing everything in him. Even the flow of time and the dimensions of space began to lose their importance.

"Do you think you can reverse your fate?" The voice continued to echo slowly, as if emanating from the deepest corner of Feng Jing's heart. With an indescribable sneer, it echoed in Feng Jing's mind, "Everything you've experienced is ultimately just a dream. You are merely a participant in this endless cycle, not the master."

Feng Jing's mind seemed to be shattered into countless fragments, each one representing a future or past he had never touched. He saw himself in countless parallel worlds, in some he was the destroyer of the universe, in others he was a prisoner of fate, and at one point he became a silent bystander, unable to intervene.

However, no matter how he struggled, no matter how he tried to change everything in these fragments, those fates could not be changed. He kept reincarnating in these parallel universes, whether it was tragedy or comedy, failure or success, all the endings seemed to have been predetermined, and he could not change them.

"You cannot escape." The voice sounded again, this time carrying a deeper sadness. "You believe you can transcend time and space, but you are nothing more than a prisoner of fate, unable to break free from its endless shackles."

Feng Jing's heart trembled. He began to understand that those endless parallel universes, all the fragments, all the destinies, were projections from deep within his own heart. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how he tried to control everything, in the end, all his choices led to the same outcome - he was merely a slave to fate, not its master.

However, just as Feng Jing fell into the abyss of despair, an extremely powerful force suddenly swept over, as if some invisible hand had reversed everything. Feng Jing's consciousness began to be pulled back to an extremely unfamiliar place - this was not the world he used to live in, nor was it any universe he had ever seen.

Before him was a pure space, devoid of any form or substance, only a void of endless light and endless darkness. Feng Jing realized that he had not returned to any reality, but had entered a deeper state of existence.

"What on earth is this place?" Feng Jing asked in a low voice, but his voice did not echo, as if no sound could be produced in this void.

Suddenly, Feng Jing saw a figure appear before him. It approached slowly from a distance, its steps light and graceful, but its eyes held an unfathomable glint. Its features were blurry, seemingly transcending any form, but Feng Jing could sense an incredibly familiar aura.

"You are..." Feng Jing's voice trembled a little. For some reason, he felt that this figure was extremely close to him, as if it had some indescribable connection with him.

"It doesn't matter what I am," the figure replied softly. The voice was genderless and emotionless, as if it came from the depths of the universe. "What matters is that you finally realized the root of everything, Feng Jing. You are not the creator of this universe. You are just a part of this endless cycle. You cannot escape."

Feng Jing's heart skipped a beat. He could hardly believe his ears. "Impossible! I...I have always been the master of this universe! I created everything! I control everything!"

The figure slowly raised his hand and pointed at Feng Jing. "What you've done is nothing more than a drama of self-delusion. You are a prisoner of your own mind, unable to transcend yourself. No matter how you struggle, no matter how you try to change, you cannot escape this cycle of fate."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to violently oscillate, as if caught in an endless explosion. The void before his eyes began to crack, and the boundaries of time and space disappeared again. All parallel universes, all existences, all destinies once again intertwined, merged, and separated, as if everything was reborn in an instant.

He saw himself existing in different worlds with different identities and destinies. He saw himself transformed into a ruthless destroyer, destroying all civilizations; he also saw himself transformed into an endless guardian, silently guarding all life; he even saw himself becoming the intersection of countless destinies, unable to transcend himself.

These scenes alternated rapidly, each one deeply shocking, each one seemingly showing Feng Jing his inevitable end and rebirth. All destinies ultimately led to the same point—Feng Jing himself, unable to escape from his own illusions.

"You can't escape, Feng Jing." The figure whispered again, "You will always be your own prisoner, forever trapped in this endless cycle."

Feng Jing was on the verge of collapse, his mind seemingly suffocated by a tremendous force. But at this moment, his body suddenly burst into a dazzling light, so bright that it seemed to tear the entire void apart.

"If I cannot escape fate, then I will reshape it!" Feng Jing's voice was filled with unprecedented determination. "I will become the master of my own destiny, transcending all limitations and all shackles!"

Instantly, Feng Jing's body began to swell, emanating an indescribable power that threatened to tear the void apart. His consciousness expanded, transcending time and space, transcending all laws and rules. He felt himself becoming the core of the endless universe, the source and end of all existence.

However, at this moment, a broken voice came from the depths of Feng Jing's heart: "You have never surpassed anything. You are just a part of the illusion you created. No matter how you struggle, your end is destined to remain unchanged."

Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly stagnated, and the powerful force collapsed in an instant. Everything returned to nothingness, and time and space became blurred again.

All of this seems to have no end.

Chapter 406: Broken Fate and Endless Rebirth