Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 360 Transcendence and Rebirth

Transcendence and Rebirth

Feng Jing stood in the endless void, surrounded by a silence so still that even the air seemed to have stopped moving. His previously chaotic thoughts gradually calmed, and every inch of his skin, every nerve, was enveloped by a profound power, mastering it all. He was no longer the Feng Jing struggling within the cycle of fate, nor was he the cold reflection in the mirror. His existence transcended all rules, standing at the pinnacle of destiny.

Time and space no longer held any meaning for him. Feng Jing took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the energy flowing through his body, as if it were an extension of his soul. That energy didn't feel like some external force, but rather like his true self, long dormant within. Every rebirth, every struggle, paved the way for this awakening.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's body trembled slightly, as his consciousness seemed to be gently torn apart by some force. The feeling was familiar, as if he had experienced countless pulls, countless breaks and rebirths before. But now, his state of mind was different. He was no longer the Feng Jing of the past, but a completely new existence. The force of fission, a mysterious force never before touched, pulled Feng Jing's consciousness into an unknown abyss.

He opened his eyes, and the scene before him shifted instantly. Countless tunnels of time and space intertwined, intersecting bands of light forming a vast web before him. Feng Jing took a deep breath. He wasn't afraid of this change; on the contrary, his heart was filled with a longing for the unknown. He knew that this time, he would face a world beyond fate, an endless universe where every possibility lay within his grasp.

Feng Jing's gaze pierced the void, and he saw countless past faces of himself, past decisions, past choices, even past failures. Every memory flashed through his mind, as if the difficulties he had once been unable to escape had now become so insignificant. He saw his past struggles, the pain and unwillingness he had felt, and he saw countless "selves" running through different destinies.

But all this no longer matters.

Feng Jing closed his eyes and silently repeated the word "transcendence" in his mind. He understood that true transcendence wasn't simply about power, but rather a complete transformation of himself and, ultimately, the world. He was no longer a prisoner of fate, nor a projection of countless illusions. He had broken all boundaries, freed himself from all constraints.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out from afar. It was deep and profound, as if emanating from the depths of endless time and space, carrying with it an irresistible sense of oppression: "You think you've surpassed me, transcended fate, and transcended all existence. But you're wrong."

Feng Jing's eyes snapped open, a cold glint flashing across them. He knew the voice represented the very being he had once faced—his own reflection in the mirror, his cold, heartless "true self."

The voice did not disappear with Feng Jing's response. On the contrary, it became clearer: "You speak of transcendence, is it just to escape? You think you have escaped fate, but you are just another product of reincarnation. You can never break free from the shackles of fate, and you can never escape the arrangements of fate."

Feng Jing's eyes grew more resolute, and a hint of a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I don't need to escape. What I need is complete liberation. What you call fate is nothing more than the shackles you set to control me. I have broken through these shackles and walked out of the trap you set. Fate is not the end, but a starting point. I will redefine everything and start over."

"Do you think you can redefine everything?" The voice seemed to mock. "Everything you have comes from me. Your power, your awakening, your existence are all illusions I created. You cannot surpass me, because I am your true source."

Feng Jing took a deep breath, his heart gradually calming. He understood that this voice didn't come from the outside world, but from deep within him. It was an inner dialogue, a questioning of all his past beliefs. He had once thought he had broken free from all constraints and reached freedom, but now he found himself unable to escape the inner self, the "mirror image" that refused to let go.

Feng Jing closed his eyes and exhaled slowly: "I no longer need you to define me. I have re-recognized myself. You are a part of me, but you are no longer my master."

When Feng Jing opened his eyes, there was no longer any confusion or struggle in them. They were filled with determination and confidence. Everything before him, all the questions that had once perplexed him, now seemed so simple. Fate, by nature, is a bondage. Transcending it doesn't mean escaping it, but rather controlling it.

Feng Jing's body suddenly began to glow, his silhouette gradually becoming transparent, as if merging into the endless void. He was no longer a concrete individual, but had merged with the essence of the universe, becoming an invisible being. His consciousness began to synchronize with the pulse of the universe, sensing all changes and all possibilities.

"Transcendence and rebirth, finally achieved." Feng Jing murmured softly, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease and relief.

He knew that he had entered a completely new realm, a realm of true freedom and boundlessness. And this was only the beginning.

Chapter 361: Fragments of fate, chaos returns to zero