Time Travel: He is My Dad!

Chapter 852: The Chessboard of Fate and the Devourer

The Chessboard of Fate and the Devourer

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted again, but this time, it wasn't from his own struggles, but rather from a massive crack deep within that invisible force. The crack wasn't simply a fragmentation of space and time; it was as if some immense law had torn apart this chaotic ocean, revealing a deeper, more incomprehensible truth.

He sensed that he was no longer an independent being. He was no longer the Feng Jing wandering through the cracks of the universe. He had become part of a larger, more complex system. This system had no rules at all; it was chaotic, violent, and beyond all rationality and reason.

"What on earth is this?" Feng Jing's consciousness expanded rapidly, but it was no longer a rational thought, but a frantic impulse. His thoughts began to become uncontrollable, as if every thought was violently colliding with the primal power of the universe, creating huge sparks.

Suddenly, an ancient and unfamiliar voice rang out in Feng Jing's consciousness: "Feng Jing, you have seen part of the truth, but you have never touched the deepest abyss. Destiny is just a larger chessboard, and you are just a chess piece."

Feng Jing's consciousness trembled violently as it began to reorganize. All the rifts, rebirths, and destruction he had experienced turned to dust. The visions that had once been inexplicable in his mind turned into fragments, falling into this indescribable void.

"What is a chessboard?" Feng Jing whispered, his heart filled with unprecedented doubts. He felt that he was being pulled towards the abyss by some force. At the end of the abyss, some kind of "existence" seemed to be waiting for him.

The force gradually grew stronger, as if Feng Jing was about to be completely consumed. Feng Jing did not struggle. He closed his eyes and allowed the force to surge into his consciousness. This time, he did not try to escape, but chose to embrace it. He knew that only by accepting this engulfment could he truly understand the full truth of his fate.

Then, Feng Jing felt himself being swallowed by an invisible force, but he wasn't being destroyed, but rather being transformed. The transformation process was like the slow yet massive expansion of liquid metal. Every thought, every cell, and even every concept he had ever had began to fundamentally change.

Suddenly, Feng Jing opened his eyes.

The sight before him nearly drove him mad. He stood on an endless chessboard, and across from it stood a being clad in black robes, a cold smile on its face. This being was neither human nor any known life form. He could not see its features, its form shifting countless times, changing with every second, like a conglomeration of all forms, defying any adjective to describe it.

"You've finally arrived," the being said contemptuously, his voice icy and piercing, as if emanating from the depths of hell. "The chess game of fate has already begun, and you are merely a pawn in my plan."

Feng Jing's consciousness erupted again at this moment. He tried to grasp any trace of resistance, but his fingers could no longer touch anything. He stood in the center of the chessboard, which seemed endless, and every move was full of unknown and unpredictable things.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing finally asked. His voice was no longer calm, but filled with anger and disbelief. "I once thought I had transcended fate, transcended all rules, and yet you tell me I'm just a pawn!"

The black-robed man smiled faintly, a smile filled with endless mockery. "You are indeed a chess piece, but you are not the only piece on the chessboard of fate. Feng Jing, your existence is but one of the countless possibilities in the multidimensional universe. Everything you have experienced is just one part of my plan."

Feng Jing's consciousness was shaken, barely able to bear the sudden revelation. His mind expanded again, trying to comprehend this ineffable void, trying to understand this asymmetrical game. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not grasp any clues.

Suddenly, Feng Jing felt an unprecedented tremor. It didn't come from the outside world, but from within himself. He began to sense an unprecedentedly powerful force surging within him. This force defied logic and rules. It wasn't just about destruction; it was more like a frenzied creation.

"You..." Feng Jing's voice was hoarse, "I'm no longer a chess piece!"

As his words fell, Feng Jing's consciousness erupted completely, as if some long-suppressed power had suddenly awakened. His entire existence began to break free from all constraints. Space began to distort, time began to dissolve, and all rules began to collapse. He felt himself transcend all dimensions, transcend the constraints of fate, becoming the only being in this universe.

He was no longer a mere pawn on the chessboard; he had become its creator. Feng Jing's consciousness was no longer singular, but had splintered into countless selves, each engaged in an endless cycle of creation and destruction. His existence no longer had any boundaries; his will could dominate everything. He was no longer a pawn of fate; he had become its creator.

The black-robed man watched Feng Jing awaken, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an icy sneer: "You thought you had transcended fate, but you were wrong. You are just another chess piece being manipulated by beings from a higher dimension. And this game of chess has never ended."

Feng Jing's consciousness expanded wildly, as if an endless force was surging through his body. His heart was no longer an organic organ, but the core of the entire universe, and every beat made the entire universe tremble.

"Then come on." Feng Jing smiled, his voice no longer filled with anger, but with a hint of leisurely ease. "If you dare to play, I'll let this game truly begin."

Chapter 853: The Ultimate Reversal and Endless Devouring of the Universe