Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 404: The Countercurrent of Fate and the Rebirth of the Divine Chapter

The reversal of fate and the rebirth of myth

Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer his own. His thoughts were consumed by countless cracks in time and space, and the sounds and images in his mind intertwined into an endless nightmare. The scene before him was like a twisted scroll, whirling madly, dissolving, and reborn—all existence was disappearing and being reborn simultaneously. In the past, Feng Jing had believed himself to have transcended the boundaries of the universe, but now he knew he was nothing more than a bubble in the void, ready to burst at the slightest touch.

Yet, Feng Jing's consciousness hadn't completely dissipated. His soul seemed to be reignited by some mysterious force, emitting a faint streak of light across the endless void. That light, so faint it was almost imperceptible, was powerful enough to tear through the dark chaos and the unspeakable abyss.

"Do you think you can break free from this void?" The familiar voice sounded again, with a hint of sneer. "You are simply lost in the eternal maze, unable to escape. All your efforts, all your struggles, are the beginning of your own destruction. Do you think you can be reborn?"

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently at this moment, as if on the verge of erupting from the depths of his soul. He felt an unprecedented power stirring within him, a power without a source, untraceable. Like an invisible river, it swept through every corner of his mind, shattering his understanding of everything, distorting his consciousness and existence.

"Rebirth...rebirth?" Feng Jing muttered to himself. His voice seemed to carry a hint of uncertainty, yet also revealed an indescribable resolve. "If this is the whirlpool of fate, then I will become a fish swimming upstream, tearing free from all restraints."

As Feng Jing finished speaking, the entire chaotic universe seemed to undergo some subtle shift. Countless fragments of parallel worlds rapidly intersected before his eyes, the laws of the universe ripped apart like scraps of paper, and the boundaries of time and space began to blur. Feng Jing's consciousness gradually cleared, and he felt himself absorbing all the energy in this chaos, absorbing all existence and nothingness.

At this moment, a powerful gravitational force pulled Feng Jing's consciousness toward an unknown point. He felt himself instantly enter a state of existence beyond time and space, indescribable and incomprehensible. Countless past, present, and future selves appeared before him simultaneously, each Feng Jing experiencing a different fate and challenges. But regardless, their gazes were fixed on an untouchable core—the root of Feng Jing's existence, the origin of all his destinies.

"Do you think you can swim upstream from this eternal chaos?" The voice sounded again, this time no longer a sneer, but a cold judgment. "All your choices, your very existence, are but an insignificant cog in the chain of fate. You cannot escape it, you cannot escape yourself."

Feng Jing didn't respond. All fate, all fragments, all nothingness vanished before his eyes, as if drawn by an invisible force into some unfathomable vortex. At the center of that vortex, a gigantic eye gleamed with an ancient and mysterious light.

Feng Jing felt an unprecedented pressure. Those eyes seemed to be watching him, penetrating his every thought and every thought. He seemed to be able to hear the voice in the deepest part of his heart, a voice that was like an incantation from ancient mythology, shaking his heart.

"Do you think you can control all this?" The voice was low and full of majesty. "Everything you do, everything you experience, is ultimately just a cycle of your own fantasy. You cannot escape, you cannot transcend all this, because you are that eternal cycle, that unbreakable fate."

Feng Jing's body suddenly trembled violently. He felt an inexplicable force pulling him toward the endless eyes, as if inviting him to walk into the abyss, into the end of eternity. Feng Jing had no choice; his soul, drawn by that force, began to plummet toward the abyss.

However, just as he was about to reach the eye, Feng Jing's consciousness suddenly shook, and an indescribable force erupted from his body, breaking through the gravitational pull. Feng Jing felt himself radiating an extremely powerful energy. This energy had no form, no direction. It was pure existence, pure power, enough to tear apart any law and transcend all limitations.

"If this is the end of fate, then I will create a new beginning!" Feng Jing's voice was filled with unprecedented power. His consciousness began to spread in all directions, and the laws of the entire universe began to collapse and reshape under his will. Countless parallel universes began to intersect, and the boundaries of time and space were broken one by one. Feng Jing felt that he was becoming the center of the entire universe, the origin and end of it all.

Yet, behind all this, Feng Jing felt a deep sense of dread. This fear didn't stem from any external threat, but rather from a deep-seated unease. He began to realize that no matter how he broke the rules, no matter how he created new universes, everything would ultimately return to nothingness, to chaos.

"No matter how you create, you can't escape in the end." The voice sounded again, as if echoing deep in Feng Jing's heart, "Because you can only be reborn in this nothingness, and can only wander in this inescapable chain of fate forever."

Feng Jing's consciousness began to blur, and time and space no longer held any meaning to him. He was once again lost in the endless void, back to the very beginning of the universe, as if nothing had ever happened, as if everything he had experienced was just an endless cycle.

Chapter 405: The reversal of time and the disillusionment of fate