Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 875 The Key to the Universe, the Truth Behind the Crack

The Key to the Universe, the Truth Behind the Cracks

Feng Jing's consciousness pulsed violently in the void, as if trapped in a strange cycle of reincarnation. He felt every cell of his consciousness fluctuate violently, as if some force were tearing him apart and then reassembling him. At the end of this space and time, Feng Jing suddenly realized that he was no longer an independent individual, but the center of the universe, the source of all destinies.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before. Feng Jing opened his eyes and found himself standing in a completely unfamiliar place—no stars, no universe, no definition of space. All around him was an endless void, with only a broken ribbon of light stretching beneath his feet, as if leading to an unknown destination.

"What is this place?" Feng Jing whispered. His voice echoed in the empty void, but there was no echo at all, as if his existence had been swallowed up by this space and completely erased.

He couldn't help but wonder where this place was. Was it the end of the universe, or the final resting place for everything he'd experienced? Even stranger, this void didn't frighten Feng Jing. Instead, he felt an irresistible allure. It was as if this was the final destination, where all the entanglements of fate would be resolved.

Feng Jing stepped forward. At the end of the band of light, a flickering point seemed to emanate an indescribable power, drawing Feng Jing ever closer. With each step, his figure grew increasingly blurred, seemingly transcending conventional physical form to become a being of pure energy.

Suddenly, Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken - he heard a familiar voice in this void. The voice was low and deep, as if it came from the depths of endless time and space.

"Feng Jing... do you think you have surpassed everything?" The voice was filled with contempt and sneer, as if exposing all of Feng Jing's fantasies.

"Who... are you?" Feng Jing was stunned, feeling a surge of unease. He suddenly realized that the voice didn't come from the outside world, but from deep within him—from another self he had never noticed.

The voice didn't respond, but remained silent for a moment. Then, the entire void began to vibrate, and the light band beneath Feng Jing's feet began to twist, emitting a powerful wave of energy. Countless cracks in space and time began to explode in the void, and strange light intertwined to form a huge vortex, and Feng Jing's body was involuntarily drawn into it.

"Is this... a rift in spacetime?" Feng Jing was startled. His mind began to rapidly analyze the situation, but every time he tried, he found himself trapped in some unsolvable vortex, unable to escape. The pull grew stronger, as if the entire void were rushing towards him.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt himself being pushed by an invisible force into an unknown dimension. There was no time, no space, and even no matter. It seemed like a completely abstract concept that transcended Feng Jing's understanding of the universe.

In that deep void, Feng Jing saw a blurry figure. That figure was not a real material existence, but was made up of countless dimensional fragments, like an illusion constructed by countless time and space.

"You're finally here, Feng Jing." The voice sounded again, this time without any indifference. Instead, it carried a hint of teasing and a deep sense of exhaustion. "You thought you could transcend the shackles of fate and become the master of the universe, but you were wrong. All your efforts, all your rebirths, are just part of this game."

Feng Jing's heart suddenly trembled, and his mind began to spin frantically, "What...what on earth is this? What on earth are you?"

The phantom figure chuckled softly, his voice filled with desolation and mystery. "Everything you see before you is just a node in the web of fate, an insurmountable puzzle piece. What you call reincarnation, rebirth, and breakthrough is nothing more than a small choice among countless parallel lines in the entire universe. The 'freedom' you feel is just an illusion we have arranged."

Feng Jing's mind was trembling violently, and he stared at the being before him in disbelief. He suddenly realized that this being was not an individual, but the core of the laws of the entire universe. He had once thought he could break through these rules, but now he realized that he had been trapped in this invisible web, unable to escape.

"You...you are the foundation of the universe?" Feng Jing's voice was almost trembling, but he still tried to remain calm. "Why did you let me go to this point? If I was destined to be unable to transcend, why did you give me this test?"

"Haha..." The voice was loud and eerie, as if it came from an endless abyss. "Transcendence? You have always misunderstood the so-called 'transcendence'. You think you have broken free from the shackles of fate, but you never realized that these so-called shackles themselves are the very nature of the universe. Fate is not meant to bind you, but to make you understand its truth. You have not transcended it, but have become a part of it."

Feng Jing's eyes suddenly gleamed, and strange images flashed through his mind. They seemed like fragments of memories, each filled with contradictions and conflicts—the rifts in time and space he had seen, the chains of fate he had tried to unravel, were merely the prelude to his journey to the truth.

"So... all of this was destined?" Feng Jing whispered, a hint of self-mockery on his face. "From the beginning until now, I've been struggling, but I've never truly understood the rules of this game."

The phantom's figure gradually became clearer, and a tremendous power seemed to rise from the depths of Feng Jing's heart: "Yes, Feng Jing, you have been struggling, but you have never realized that the true meaning of fate is existence itself. You cannot escape, because you don't need to escape. You are part of fate, and your existence is the echo of the universe."

Feng Jing closed his eyes, his mind completely empty. All cognition, all feelings, were reset to zero at that moment. Suddenly, he felt himself become immensely larger, even transcending the boundaries of the universe, standing at the starting point and end point of all existence.

"If I had never left, then I would have created a brand new beginning." Feng Jing said softly, with a flash of complete enlightenment in his eyes.

As these words fell, the entire void began to collapse. Feng Jing's consciousness exploded, and the entire universe began to reinterpret itself under the influence of his consciousness. All the stars, time and space, and destiny became the canvas for Feng Jing's redefinition.

Chapter 876: Time Reverses, the Universe Reborn