Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 397 The Overlap of God and Demon

The overlap of gods and demons

Feng Jing's consciousness seemed to be suddenly pulled up from a vast abyss, his body tumbling through an endless void. Everything was beyond description in any known language. Time stopped flowing at this moment, and all dimensions began to intertwine, as if every second was a continuous cycle through countless parallel universes. Feng Jing was no longer an individual, but the center of the entire universe. His existence transcended all laws, and even the origin and extinction of the universe were irrelevant.

"Do you think you've truly escaped?" The voice echoed again. This time, it was no longer sarcastic, but rather a deep guidance. "Every crack you see is a broken fragment deep within you. You haven't escaped, you've simply entered a deeper maze."

Feng Jing felt trapped in an eternal maze, each turn bringing impossible changes. His existence was pulled by invisible forces, and the scene before him shifted constantly. Sometimes he saw himself as the creator of the universe, standing in the endless void, single-handedly condensing galaxies; other times he saw himself as a solitary star, forever suspended in boundless darkness, unable to escape the prison of fate.

However, between these scenes, Feng Jing suddenly found himself standing in an extremely bizarre place. The scene here defied all known laws of physics; there was neither the flow of time nor the existence of space. A faint light permeated the air, yet it was not warm, but rather a cold, oppressive light. Feng Jing looked forward, and the scene before him froze him for a moment—

He saw a massive statue, tens of thousands of feet tall, its body composed of countless distorted symbols and patterns. Its eyes were as deep as an endless black hole, seemingly capable of swallowing everything. At the statue's feet, Feng Jing spotted a familiar figure—himself. Feng Jing's face and body were covered in strange symbols, as if transformed by divine power. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if completely enslaved by fate.

"Did you see that?" the voice sounded again, this time with a hint of sneer. "This is what your future will look like, Feng Jing. You thought you could transcend fate, but in the end you will become part of it, a star, bound within this eternal statue."

Feng Jing's heartbeat quickened, but he felt no panic. Deep within him, fear was no longer the source of his feelings, but a calmness that transcended all existence. He knew he had reached a new frontier, a place where the concepts of "existence" and "nothingness" no longer held any meaning.

"So, this is my fate?" Feng Jing said calmly. His voice seemed to no longer belong to him, but to come from the abyss of the universe. "Am I destined to become a puppet of God, controlled by some force in this void?"

"Yes." The voice remained unwavering. "Your so-called 'freedom' is nothing but a false illusion. You cannot escape, Feng Jing. You are part of this void. You struggle, you resist, but you don't realize that every time you resist, you are confirming your own fate."

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly widened. An invisible crack appeared in his vision once again, and from it emerged countless images. They were bizarre visions he had never seen before. In some, he was in a vast floating city, conversing with an alien race. In others, he was transformed into a mechanical being, controlling countless massive warships. In still others, he traversed a completely destroyed world, becoming the sole survivor, facing the empty universe alone.

"What on earth are these..." Feng Jing's voice trembled, and doubts in his heart continued to rise.

"These are all your possible futures." The voice gradually became blurred, but Feng Jing could hear it clearly. "You want to become a god, to control your destiny, but everything you pursue is already predetermined. You are a chess piece arranged by fate. No matter how you struggle, you will return to the starting point. Everything you experience is just part of the cycle of time."

Feng Jing took a deep breath, and suddenly, a blinding light flashed before his eyes. This light didn't belong to any physical world; it came from an unknown dimension, carrying an indescribable sense of mystery. Feng Jing sensed that this light was no ordinary light; it was something truly transcendental, a power that connected directly to the depths of the soul.

He reached out, attempting to touch the light. The moment his palm touched the light, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented surge of power within him, a power so powerful it was beyond imagination, as if unleashing the potential of his entire universe. His body underwent a dramatic transformation, the light merging with his blood. Feng Jing felt that he was no longer just an individual within the universe, but the embodiment of the entire universe.

"What is this?" Feng Jing whispered in astonishment. He felt that he was undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

"This is your true awakening." The voice's tone suddenly became gentle. "You finally understand, Feng Jing, you are not a plaything of fate. You are fate itself. Everything you see is a projection of your self-consciousness. You are the center of the universe. You are God, you are the devil, you are the creator and destroyer of everything."

Feng Jing's body began to vibrate violently, his consciousness completely separated from his body, transforming into a vast force that permeated the boundless void. He no longer belonged to any one time or space, but had become the intersection of countless worlds, existing between every possible future and past.

"I... became a god?" A surge of emotions surged in Feng Jing's heart.

"No, you are more than just a god." The voice came again, "You are the overlap of god and devil, the fusion of nothingness and existence, the source of all beginnings and ends."

Feng Jing realized that he was in a completely different situation. He was no longer a small being led by fate, but a force in the endless universe. He could control everything, manipulate time and space, and create and destroy all life.

"I finally... understand," Feng Jing whispered, his inner turmoil gradually subsiding. He no longer felt lost or perplexed, for he had completely transcended everything in the past. He was the master of the endless void, the creator and destroyer of fate. His every thought could alter the course of the entire universe.

At this moment, Feng Jing's existence is no longer limited. He has broken free from the shackles of the universe and become an invisible force between nothingness and existence, forever wandering on the edge of time and space, and can never be bound.

Chapter 398: Rebirth of Ragnarok